Overlord Husband Secretly Reborn

Jiang Wenluo's hair stood erect all over his body, and the coolness like electricity quickly flowed through his whole body.

He thought for a while, returned to the bed, and made a sleeping position.

"You'd better not go out at night."

Jiang Wenluo remembered what Song Zhiyuan told him.So the person staring at him is Song Zhiyuan?

Jiang Wenluo forced himself to close his eyes, and silently counted the time in his heart while lying on his side. His heart was beating so fast that his fingers were trembling.This feeling is too bad.About 10 minutes later, Jiang Wenluo heard the voice that woke him up again.

The room was very dark, and the vision of people outside was limited. Jiang Wenluo expected that he would not be able to know all his movements, so he half-closed his eyes, and saw with his own eyes that his original gray cat eyes had become completely dark—that person had returned.Jiang Wenluo let out a deep and slow breathing sound, and after tens of seconds of silence, he heard the sound of people leaving the door.

"It seems that I will come back here every once in a while to check whether I am in the room."

To be on the safe side, Jiang Wenluo calculated the time again, and then confirmed that the sound was reincarnated in 10 minutes.

Jiang Wenluo got up immediately, and during the "safety time" between, he tapped on the floor just now quickly and lightly, and listened to it with his ear——

"It's empty."

Jiang Wenluo looked at his watch, lifted it up, and found a tunnel that had been artificially hollowed out, just right for him to pass through.Jiang Wenluo tentatively stretched his hand in, and slowly slipped in after confirming the air circulation.

It was very dark inside. Jiang Wenluo didn't carry any lighting such as matches and flashlights on his body this time, so he touched the uneven wall with his hands, closed his eyes and crawled forward.

"There's nothing carved on the walls."

Jiang Wenluo estimated that he had climbed one meter and was already under a room, so he stopped.If nothing unexpected, the middle-aged man lived in this room, because before Jiang Wenluo fell asleep, he heard him swearing and kicking things, but now it is very quiet.

Jiang Wenluo turned his head sideways, and put his ears on it in a curled up position.

He held his breath, and slowly realized something strange.

——A person was slowly dragging something, and the cloth rubbed against the ground, making a muffled sound.Therefore, it will definitely not be furniture, chairs and the like, and there is no soft object in the room except pillows.

"Looks like it's dragging a person."

Jiang Wenluo felt that the time was almost up, and he didn't dare to move forward, so he retreated and crawled back into his room, restored everything, and lay down on the bed.The tunnel starts from his room, so it’s not that a person digs the tunnel to come to his room, and “he” digs the tunnel to go to another place.

Jiang Wenluo seized the next opportunity and continued to explore forward. Every time he climbed the same distance, he would listen to the movement above.

There was no sound from the middle-aged man next door, and it seemed to be empty.Then the tunnel turned, and Jiang Wenluo heard the sound of snoring.

"It's the old lady who's sleeping."

Jiang Wenluo estimated that he still had 4 minutes this time, so he continued to climb forward for a while, and the tunnel stopped here.Jiang Wenluo sat on the ground, looking up, there was light coming from the crack.

"It's Sun Jing."

It was only four o'clock in the morning, and the sky was already bright, and the snow was still falling.

The warm sunlight streamed in from outside, covering Jiang Wenluo's body, bringing him some warmth.After Jiang Wenluo woke up, he would have a little low blood pressure. He sat on the ground with his head down, his face was very pale, with no blood at all, and his head became dizzy again and again, almost causing him to fall to the ground.

"Liang Yaowen, good morning."

In the empty room, Jiang Wenluo raised his hand to touch his eyes, then lowered his eyes, and kissed his fingertips.

The way he talked to himself looked a little sick and nervous, and there was a look of satisfaction on his face.

However, a warm feeling soon appeared in his body, which relieved Jiang Wenluo's discomfort.It came from behind, as if Liang Yaowen was hugging him.

Just when Jiang Wenluo was pleased by imagination, there was a piercing scream outside!

Jiang Wenluo was shocked, and when he went out, he saw that there were already people standing outside, looking at the next door in disbelief.

——The middle-aged man died.

His body was suddenly hung upside down, dangling from the chandelier, his feet were tied together by ropes, and they were firmly tied together, his hands were hanging down.His eyes were wide open, and he grew so tall that his head could only be folded forward at a ninety-degree angle.

"Tick."

His blood flowed down.

Jiang Wenluo saw an extremely gorgeous flower stretched out from his mouth, the branches were spread on the ground, and the flowers and leaves fell on the soles of Jiang Wenluo's feet.At the same time, the fingers of his hands were cut off mercilessly, and they were arranged neatly under his feet.

Blood sprayed upwards from below, all the way to the ceiling.The young girl covered her mouth, turned her head and spit it out.

The old lady stuck her palms on the ground and cursed again and again: "You made a crime! You made a crime!"

"Who did this!" Song Zhiyuan showed an angry look, "Who did the murder in my house!"

Seeing his ferocious expression, Jiang Wenluo frowned secretly, but unexpectedly, Song Zhiyuan turned his head directly in the next second, and shouted at Jiang Wenluo, "Is it you?"

Jiang Wenluo was a little confused and didn't respond for a while.

"You are the closest to him! I live in the room next to him. If someone walks past my door, I will definitely hear it!" The more Song Zhiyuan thought about it, the more reasonable he became: "This woman lives on my right hand side, so it can't be her, and my mother will never kill our guests."

"Jiang Wenluo, is that you?"

Song Zhiyuan's face darkened all of a sudden, and he looked at Jiang Wenluo with resentment, "Killing people will pay for their lives, how he died, you will die the same way!"

Jiang Wenluo saw him holding a dagger and walking towards Jiang Wenluo step by step. The veins in his hands were bulging and he was about to cut off his head in a second to create the next nourishment for his garden.

"Song Zhiyuan..." Jiang Wenluo opened his mouth at this moment, he raised his eyes, and even smiled at Song Zhiyuan, his face was deeply contoured, without any nervous look, on the contrary, he seemed to be able to handle it with ease.

"I still want to ask you, did you kill him?"

"You have ruled out your mother and Sun Jing's suspicion just now, what about yourself? In terms of strength, you are far above me, and you also have the keys to all the rooms. You can kill him silently while he is asleep. Kill him, hang him upside down, and I can't do that."

"Why, do thieves shout and catch thieves at your house? Is this your way of hospitality?"

Song Zhiyuan couldn't speak for a while, his face turned livid, and his eyes turned to the right.

"And... I have a telescope in my room." Jiang Wenluo approached him step by step, looked at him in front of Song Zhiyuan, he raised his eyebrows and said, "I couldn't sleep last night, so I just played around, guess what? What did you see?"

"Song Zhiyuan, what did you go to the mountains outside last night?"

Song Zhiyuan's face turned pale all of a sudden, and he yelled at Jiang Wenluo: "Don't spit blood!"

Because of his excitement, his handsome face looked a little distorted. He looked at his mother, hesitated for a while before saying, "Yesterday... I went out to find someone yesterday."

Jiang Wenluo frowned.

He could obviously feel that when Song Zhiyuan said to go out to find someone, the temperature in the room rose by two degrees, which made him feel a little hot.

When the old lady heard this, she showed a puzzled expression, and looked at Song Zhiyuan inexplicably: "Looking for someone, who are you looking for?"

Song Zhiyuan was taken aback when he heard this, he nailed his feet in place, and murmured: "Yes, who am I looking for?"

Leaning halfway against the wall, Jiang Wenluo saw Song Zhiyuan raise his finger stiffly, and with a point out of nowhere, his eyes glanced at each of them, including the middle-aged man who had been dead for a long time.

—he's missing numbers.

Of the five people, none of them is bad, which can exactly correspond to the number of all the rooms.

Song Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, his expression suddenly relaxed, and he waved to Jiang Wenluo friendly.

"Okay, I misunderstood you, go to breakfast soon."

The author has something to say: this chapter is free because it was interrupted for two days.Changed the name of the article, girls don't know me [x