Overlord Husband Secretly Reborn

"My name is Song Zhiyuan." The man said.

Snow began to fall slowly in the sky, slowly falling from above, sprinkled on the strange red flowers, and quenched a layer of coolness for it.Not long after, the remaining blood on the ground was frozen, and the corpses were covered with a layer of light snow, suppressing the smell of blood.

Song Zhiyuan turned a blind eye to the stacked corpses, and said eagerly to Jiang Wenluo and the others: "Let's go home quickly! The temperature outside will drop to minus thirty degrees soon."

Jiang Wenluo looked up and saw the flowers wither quickly, and blood dripped from the petals and fell into the mouths of the corpses.

"The flowers have returned to the state before they bloomed, and the corpses are slowly returning to normal. After a while, I guess these things will start to move." Jiang Wenluo quickened his pace, the three of them looked at each other, and trotted to catch up with Song Zhiyuan.

"Where are you taking us!" The middle-aged man looked terrified and looked around uneasily.

Three minutes later, they stopped in front of a house.

Jiang Wenluo was at the door, looking at the house and the man in front of him, feeling a strong sense of disobedience.

It wasn't until the middle-aged man stood beside Song Zhiyuan that Jiang Wenluo discovered the problem.

——This house is really too short, a height that goes against common sense.

The height of the middle-aged man is about 1.9 meters, which is about the same height as Liang Yaowen. If he walks into the whole house, he will be pressed down. If he wants to pass through the house more smoothly, he may have to crawl in the room .

But Song Zhiyuan didn't feel anything wrong, and with a polite smile on his face, he led the three of them in.

"The three of you have come from a long way. You must have not eaten yet. I have already prepared dinner. You should fill your stomachs so that you don't have to sleep well at night."

Jiang Wenluo looked down and saw the slippers placed by the door—it happened to be three pairs.

"Thank you."

Jiang Wenluo quickly scanned the room with his eyes just now, and found many paintings hanging on the walls.

It was Song Zhiyuan standing side by side with a person, but his face was painted with white, and Song Zhiyuan looked at the camera gloomyly.

From just now, a line of sight fell on the watch on Jiang Wenluo's left wrist, and soon wandered to the ring on his ring finger.

Jiang Wenluo looked calm, seeing the middle-aged man was still very disturbed, and avoided Jiang Wenluo's gaze.

"Cooking at such a late hour." Jiang Wenluo said to Song Zhiyuan with a smile.

The corpses outside had already stood up one by one. Song Zhiyuan closed the door and locked it. He didn't answer Jiang Wenluo's words, and only led a few people to the dining table.

A bowl of soup was still gurgling in the pot, and Jiang Wenluo saw that the soup was dark red, with a few red petals floating in it, and something that had already swollen.

It looks like a hand.

The fragrance of flowers is very strong, but the hands inside have no nails, only solitary fingers are left.

Jiang Wenluo's stomach immediately churned, and he covered his mouth with his hand to suppress the retching.The whole kitchen was dark and damp with a musty smell.

"What kind of soup is this?" Jiang Wenluo tried to make his voice look more natural.

"Picking up flowers soup," Song Zhiyuan handed out the bowls, scooped the dark red soup into the bowls, picked up the bowls, and kissed intoxicatedly: "It's delicious, it's a specialty of our place, you can try it quickly taste!"

The middle-aged man's face was already pale, and for some reason, his bowl was so big that it could fit his face.

The girl had already run to the pool quickly and vomited it out.

Jiang Wenluo saw the man standing facing him, but his head was turned back to the girl's position, and he sighed from an angle that ordinary people would never be able to reach: "The little girl really has no luck."

He tilted his head again, looked at Jiang Wenluo, and brought the bowl in front of Jiang Wenluo: "Come on, drink—"

Jiang Wenluo's expression was stiff.

Strangely, after smelling this smell, Liang Yaowen in his body began to swim away, and now it was already entrenched in his abdomen, forming a little bulge.Jiang Wenluo put his hand on his stomach and felt that his strength was a little stronger.

——Liang Yaowen unexpectedly... developed an appetite for this bowl of soup.

"...Do you want to drink?"

Jiang Wenluo's hands trembled slightly, he felt his heart beating faster, Liang Yaowen had already reached the position of his heart, and seemed to be responding to his thoughts.

"Well."

——Under the horrified gaze of the middle-aged man, Jiang Wenluo closed his eyes and quickly poured down the soup.

Jiang Wenluo felt a strip-shaped object in his mouth, which looked like a human finger, but it melted away immediately when he swallowed it. In contrast, it had a sweet taste, like the root of some plant.

Jiang Wenluo exhaled heavily, and put the bowl on the table with relief.

"Okay! He really is our good friend!"

Song Zhiyuan showed a surprised expression, and repeatedly patted Jiang Wenluo on the shoulder.

Jiang Wenluo felt that Liang Yaowen's presence was more obvious, and the vision in his left eye also had a slight sense of warmth, which made him feel rare and comfortable, so he smiled at Song Zhiyuan.

"Madman... madman!"

With a bang, the middle-aged man threw the bowl on the ground. He backed away in fear, leaned against the wall, and pointed his finger at Jiang Wenluo: "You are all in the same group! You are all crazy!" He stumbled and ran out , while bypassing Jiang Wenluo, he let out a scream and looked behind Jiang Wenluo in horror.

"Where are you going?"

Without warning, an old man appeared behind her. Her face was full of wrinkles. She looked over 80 years old. With a cane in her hand, she blocked the door and said to the middle-aged man in a hoarse voice: "Listen to the old lady!" A word of advice, it's dangerous outside—"

The old lady put her hand on Jiang Wenluo's shoulder, and said to him with a smile, "Good boy, good boy."

The corpses outside are already wandering.The middle-aged man pushed the old lady away and walked to the door, but he couldn't open the door for a long time. He fell to the ground and crawled back on all fours.

The girl huddled in the corner uneasily.

The structure of this house is very peculiar. It has only one floor, but there are many corners, like a maze. There are paintings on the walls everywhere, and the walls have peeled off. It obviously looks like the family is not in good condition. But the furniture is exquisite, and there are many antiques.

For a while, Jiang Wenluo couldn't figure out how many houses there were. Song Zhiyuan took him to the door of a small room, and he told him, "At night..." He hesitated: "You'd better not go out."

Jiang Wenluo tilted his head, his body was slender and thin, only the back of his neck was exposed in the shadows, and there was a faint outline of his face.

"Okay." He nodded.

Song Zhiyuan looked at him with satisfaction, turned around and walked forward, disappearing around the corner without a trace.Jiang Wenluo held a portkey in his hand, and felt that Song Zhiyuan's walking posture was very strange, as if he was being manipulated by someone.

He lowered his head, and just as he was about to open the door, a chill shot up his back.

—Two people stood at the corner of the wall.

The shadows overlapped, one high and one low.

"...Song Zhiyuan and that old man?"

Jiang Wenluo opened the door and walked in. After leaning against the wall and seeing the furnishings in the room, he took a deep breath.

There were several "corpses" standing outside the window, their eyes were staring at him through the window, and their hands were already on the window.

And the windows are locked.

"They're just looking at me," Jiang Wenluo frowned, "I don't want to come in—"

"Why? Don't you dare to smash this window?"

Jiang Wenluo took a deep breath and directly closed the curtains.

There is a classmate book on the bookshelf in the corner. More than half of the photos on it are missing, and it has been soaked in water. It can only be vaguely distinguished as a photo of a school uniform. The title on it reads: Senior Class Nine.

On the next page it reads: To Wu Qing——

I wish you happiness and a bright future.

Song Zhiyuan.

It's past one o'clock in the evening now.Jiang Wenluo put everything back in place, put his clothes together and lay down on the bed, with his hands on his lower abdomen.I don't know if it was his illusion, but he felt that Liang Yaowen in his body seemed to be stronger.

"How can you come out?" Jiang Wenluo closed his eyes and muttered.

Soon he fell asleep.

Jiang Wenluo's sleep has always been very light, and even the slightest sound can wake him up.

At three o'clock in the morning, Jiang Wenluo suddenly opened his eyes, and heard rustling noises outside the door, as if something was standing in front of his door.

Jiang Wenluo took off his slippers, walked lightly to the door, and put his eyes on the cat's eyes——

It was dark outside and there was no light at all.

Jiang Wenluo controlled his breathing and felt a loud noise in the room next to him.

He walked to the wall and slowly pressed his ears against the wall.

Also no sound.

"Could it be an illusion?" Jiang Wenluo lost all sleepiness. Sitting in the corner of the wall, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing around his waist, and after careful identification, it came from the ground.

Jiang Wenluo stood up frowning, and when he was about to move the floor at his feet, his movements suddenly stopped.

"No." Jiang Wenluo froze on the spot.

Now there is a slight light in the cat's eye of his door, and a very dim light slips in from under the door——

According to common sense, as long as there is light outside, even if you can't see clearly, you can still distinguish the outline of the road.

But Jiang Wenluo was very sure that he was in the cat's eye just now and didn't see anything.

Then there is only one possibility.

"Just now when I was looking out through the cat's eyes, someone was standing there looking at me..."

The author has something to say: I will enter v tomorrow, and I will post at [-]:[-] in the evening =w=