Overlord Husband Secretly Reborn

After Liang Yaowen's funeral, Jiang Wenluo decided to go to a pet store to buy a black cat.

He buried his head in the shadow of the huge hat, but his face still couldn't be covered.In the reflection of the car window, he can still see the hideous scars on his face - as soon as he closes his eyes, Jiang Wenluo can immediately recall the tingling pain when he was burned there.

He put the alarm clock in his backpack, and the feeling of being watched completely disappeared.

Jiang Wenluo found that as long as this alarm clock with eyes came into contact with Liang Yaowen's things, he would immediately feel extremely at ease. When he lay in his palm and looked at him, he even felt a little cool.

But his new cat was far away from his bag, purring in his throat.

"It's okay..." Jiang Wenluo gently stroked the black cat's head, "He won't hurt us."

But as soon as he finished speaking, the cat let out a piercing cry. It was not a way of communicating with humans like "meow", but more like a subconscious scream of a genderless person when he was extremely afraid.Its hair stood on end, trembling under Jiang Wenluo's palm, but it didn't dare to run away.

——Cats should be animals that ward off evil spirits.

Jiang Wenluo felt that after Liang Yaowen's death, everything around him was evil, as if a valve couldn't hold it anymore, and all the things inside were scrambling to escape.

Outside the door, the cat in Jiang Wenluo's arms also refused to go in. Its sharp claws kicked on Jiang Wenluo's hand, scratching Jiang Wenluo's skin, and its ears dropped, making an attacking gesture towards his door.

Pupils shrunk very small.

Jiang Wenluo clenched his hands tightly, swallowed once at his Adam's apple, lowered his eyes, and slowly squatted down.

He has always been obsessed with cleanliness, and would clean the room repeatedly close to morbidity, not allowing a single hair to appear on the floor of the room—but now there are two inconspicuous black hairs appearing on the white floor tiles.

They were broken by force.

Jiang Wenluo put on gloves, picked them up, pushed the ends with his fingers, calmed the frightened cat with his cold palm, turned his head and left.

This hair was actually put by Jiang Wenluo when he went out.

One end is tied to the doorknob and the other is tied to the inside of the door, fragilely joining the two sides together.

——Now that this change occurs, it means that someone has entered his room not long ago.

There was no doubt that someone was going to kill him now.

who's that person?

Who is the person who entered his room?

When he came home just now, the housekeeper greeted him with a smile, and the cook patted him on the shoulder and said it's better not to be too sad.

Could it be them?

Jiang Wenluo calmed down in Liang Yaowen's room for a while, then took out a dagger with a brass handle from the drawer of his long-dead husband, and finally mustered up the courage, hugged the cat, leaned his shoulders against the wall, and went back to open it. The door to your own room.

Still holding the dagger tightly in his hand, leaning his back against the door, he lowered his head and flipped through the photos he took on his phone before he went out.

The sheets, pillows, and sofa textures in the room have not changed.

Jiang Wenluo's heart was beating fast. He took off his shoes, barefooted, and walked to the closet like a cat, put his hand on his chest, and turned sideways for a long time before slowly opening the door.He didn't know if there was something hidden in it.

"Squeak-"

Jiang Wenluo stabbed once before observing what was going on behind the hanging clothes.

no one.

He carefully inspected any places where people could hide, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He sat on the sofa and patted his chest in fear.

"It's okay..." he whispered.

But suddenly, the cat yelled at the water glass on the table!

Jiang Wenluo was taken aback, and carefully compared the scale line on the water glass, only to find that there was a stick of mucus about one millimeter wide underneath.It is as unnoticeable as a smudge.

But Jiang Wenluo's obsessive-compulsive disorder is very serious, and he will never let such dirty things appear.

Now someone has undoubtedly touched his water, and "something" is reminding him not to drink this glass of water.

And that 'something', knew him very well.

"Liang Yaowen has only been dead for six days, you are too impatient." Jiang Wenluo muttered to himself.

"Does it look like I committed suicide?" Jiang Wenluo actually laughed, opened the drawer, fiddled with the medicine bottles inside, and said in a low voice, "It's good to die for him, at least...you can go with him .”

Jiang Wenluo refused to go out at night, and only ate the bread he bought from outside. When he estimated the time was eleven o'clock, he locked the door and lay down on the bed to sleep peacefully.

While sleeping, Jiang Wenluo heard a strange sound again.

Like something, it slowly pushed the door out of the closet, walked to his bed and stared at him.Faintly, it seems to be a black shadow, dragging his body——

Jiang Wenluo's whole body froze, and he wanted to open his eyes to see, but his body seemed to be fixed.

His bed sucked him in, a pair of cold hands grabbed his ankles, slowly spread across his body, wrapped around his neck.

"Tick tock..."

"Tick tock..."

It was as if the faucet in the bathroom was not turned off tightly, and drops of water smashed into the ceramic hand basin drop by drop.

Where is my cat?Jiang Wenluo thought in a daze, when he fell asleep, he was clearly huddled in his arms in fear.

But in the next second, his thoughts were interrupted.

A figure slowly covered his body, as if holding him tenderly, leaned over to kiss him, with full strength in his hands, cold lips, with some slightly salty mucus, swimming on Jiang Wenluo's body Walk.

The thing was calling his name softly.

The slight scent of perfume entered Jiang Wenluo's nostrils, and it was so familiar that he almost shuddered.

"Liang Yaowen..."

Jiang Wenluo's eyelashes trembled slightly. When the thing walked on him, the scar on his face was gently stroked, very carefully, for fear of hurting him, and fixed his face so that he would not bury it in the pillow in.

At this moment, his hands were being manipulated and hung down from the bed, and he was still thinking about his kitten.

The palm of his hand was quickly licked, and the barb brought a slight pain.

——After seven hours, Jiang Wenluo regained control of his body.

When he woke up, it was raining heavily outside, continuous and continuous, the sky seemed very low, everything was foggy, tree trunks swayed in the wind, making rustling sounds, and the rain was overwhelming.

Jiang Wenluo was sore all over, but there was nothing unusual other than that.Everything about last night——Liang Yaowen came back on the first seven nights was all a big dream of his.Jiang Wenluo lowered his head and waited for a while before calling out in a low voice, "Xiaowen..."

No voice responded.

Jiang Wenluo searched everywhere but couldn't find the cat, and the "tick" sound from the bathroom continued.

With a chill on the back of his neck, he pushed open the bathroom door.

—His cat died.

He disemboweled his belly and hung him upside down above the sink.

"Tick tock—" the cat's blood dripped onto the sink.

Jiang Wenluo covered his mouth, and immediately rushed to the toilet to vomit violently. There was a strong smell of blood in the bathroom, and tears flowed all over his face.

So last night...

What was it that was hiding under the bed and licking his palm last night?

Jiang Wenluo took out an unopened bottle of water from the refrigerator, gulped it down, and vomited violently before unhooking the already stiff cat and burying it in the garden in the backyard.

"I'm sorry." Jiang Wenluo said intermittently, "I hurt you, I hurt you."

"I knew there was something wrong with the room, so I shouldn't have bought you home. I'm sorry..."

"To ward off evil or not to ward off evil... You're just a kitten, I know it well."

There was still a big gap in the cat's stomach. Jiang Wenluo wiped his face with the back of his hand, and covered the dead animal's body with handfuls of soil.

The cat's small body slept peacefully under a huge peach blossom tree, and the snow was flying all over the sky, and soon a thin layer fell on the kitten's body.In the servant's room on the second floor, the cook and the housekeeper stood together, looking at Jiang Wenluo who was still wearing sackcloth and kneeling on the ground in the garden, with a gloomy but extremely fearful expression.

Jiang Wenluo's dagger was still hidden in his wide sleeve. He lowered his head, turned his ugly profile, and avoided the butler who wanted to ask—

This time he hid in Liang Yaowen's room.

He washed his hands again and again, and his slender and white wrists were flushed red, almost rubbing off the skin.

The photo of Liang Yaowen and him was placed on the third floor of the bookshelf, facing Jiang Wenluo's back.

Like looking at him.

Liang Yaowen in the photo can be called handsome, with a shallow smile on his face, he looks gentle and considerate, he is the best husband and partner.The ugly Jiang Wenluo was held in his arms, and there was hardly a sad smile on his face. He looked infatuated and focused, and looked at Liang Yaowen.

Behind is the gorgeous fireworks blooming.

"Ding--"

The sound of water fell, and the computer placed on Jiang Wenluo's right hand suddenly started.

Jiang Wenluo's body was stiff and his face was almost pale. He closed his eyes, sat in front of the computer, and clicked on a new email sent ten seconds ago.

The recipient is Jiang Wenluo.

The subject line of the email is: "Welcome to Cam World"

The text is empty, only a 528M video is attached.

——The person lying on the bed is himself.

The author has something to say:

The cat is fine, don't worry_(:з」∠)_