Overlord Husband Secretly Reborn

At this moment, Jiang Wenluo suddenly opened his eyes!

——He raised his hand and grabbed the woman's wrist.

I saw that the fruit knife held by the woman was long and thin, and the tip of the knife had already touched Jiang Wenluo's chest, but it couldn't penetrate another inch.

With blue veins in Jiang Wenluo's hands, he turned his head to look at the woman's face: "Sure enough, you guys killed him."

With all his strength, he sat up and pushed the woman's wrist aside, and then he pushed the woman's arm holding the knife backwards, firmly restraining her.

The woman showed a panicked expression at first, but it quickly turned into a panicked expression!

She gritted her teeth and struggled, but Jiang Wenluo's strength was much stronger than she thought, making her unable to move at all.

Jiang Wenluo breathed heavily, pressed the woman's knees with his knees, and took advantage of the second when she knelt on the ground and had no time to react, she freed her right hand, and slashed directly on the side of the woman's neck!She immediately fainted, leaning her back against the wall, her body slid limply——

"I'll be waiting for you..."

Jiang Wenluo exhaled, took the knife from the woman's hand, and threw it on the bed.

The moonlight diffused, revealing Sun Jing's face.

Jiang Wenluo saw that Sun Jing put on Li Xiaoyu's high heels, with the same lip makeup as hers, and her hair loose, "I still believe in Sun Jing."

"In this house, emotions are affected."

"A room represents a person who used to live in it. Our behavior will gradually approach the original owner. As soon as I entered the room, I felt Wu Qing's sadness and despair. Under his emotions , I only feel uncomfortable when Song Zhiyuan denies the relationship between the two. And Sun Jing also changed because of Li Xiaoyu."

"When I fished Wu Qing out of the water, Sun Jing must have seen me. She was afraid that I would guess who the murderer was, so she killed me painfully."

"But if Li Xiaoyu committed the murder alone, Wu Qing would not show that expression. And from the perspective of normal people, the possibility of two people committing the murder together is not very high, considering that Li Xiaoyu likes Song Zhiyuan very much. One point, then there is only one possibility left..."

Jiang Wenluo buried his face in his palm, and it took him a long time to suppress the chill in his heart.

"Song Zhiyuan killed Wu Qing."

After graduating from university, Jiang Wenluo rarely experienced the emotion of "anger". He was far slower than normal people and lacked the ability to empathize.But now his hands were shaking with anger, and he couldn't help but want to ask Song Zhiyuan for Wu Qing: Why?

I don't know how long Sun Jing will sleep. Things will become a little troublesome when she wakes up.

Jiang Wenluo decided to advance the original plan for tomorrow night, he let out a breath, and murmured: "I want to see how you react when I see Wu Qing again.

He moved his wrist, walked to the door of Song Zhiyuan's room, and knocked twice.

"Mr. Song," Jiang Wenluo's voice trembled, he even broke his voice on purpose, and the knock on the door was very urgent, "Are you there?"

"Mr. Song, I have something to ask you, are you there?"

After a while, the sound of rattling and rattling came from inside the door. Song Zhiyuan opened the door a little, revealing only one eye, which was covered with bloodshot eyes.He frowned, looking anxious, "What's wrong, it's so late."

"Our place...is it haunted?" Jiang Wenluo asked Song Zhiyuan tremblingly with a pale face.

Jiang Wenluo spoke with style.

——He couldn't sleep at night, so he stood in front of the window in a daze, and finally felt that there was a person hidden in the woods. He was short and good-looking, and he was staring straight at Song Zhiyuan's room, which was very eerie and scary .

Song Zhiyuan's pupils shrank very small all of a sudden, all the blood on his face disappeared, and his hanging hands visibly trembled. He said intermittently: "Is that so, is it..."

Jiang Wenluo couldn't help but laugh when he looked at him, but there was an appropriately terrified expression on his face, "He, he seems to have walked out of the river, his body is covered in water..."

Song Zhiyuan held his breath, and turned his head uncomfortably, unable to speak, his face changed color.

Jiang Wenluo followed the crack of the door and looked inside. He saw a photo of two people on the bedside of Song Zhiyuan's bed, and the ring was also placed on the table.

"Ah, that's right!" Jiang Wenluo was stunned: "I remembered!"

"It's too dark outside, and I can't see anything clearly, so I'm right. That person seems to be your missing friend!"

Song Zhiyuan seemed to be on the verge of falling, and a single straw could overwhelm him.But when he heard Jiang Wenluo's words, he could only force himself to show a surprised expression: "That's great, really!"

"Yes," Jiang Wenluo raised his eyebrows, and happily said to Song Zhiyuan, "Your friend is back, I'll accompany you to see..."

"It would be a very good thing if he came back."

There was a mess among the rolling green hills. The wind blew over and caressed Jiang Wenluo's face. His feet were wet, and there were a series of footprints. Every tree looked like a human figure, with human faces faintly appearing on the bark. The silhouette, staring at them, looked extremely eerie.

The sound of "whooping" when the wind passes through the woods is very similar to the sound of people crying.

Not far away, Jiang Wenluo actually...saw a foot protruding from the hole he had filled with his own hands. It was all swollen, without even a trace of blood, and there were only bruises on the ankle—he was very sure that he Buried Wu Qing's whole body in it.

"Mr. Song," Jiang Wenluo swallowed up and down his throat, looking uneasy and timid, he could only hide behind Song Zhiyuan, he raised his finger and pointed there, "Look, it seems...a person was buried Already!"

"Who is that person...?"

Song Zhiyuan seemed to be on the verge of collapse, his hands were clasped together, and every step he took was heavy, and his steps dragged on the ground, as if there was a monster ahead that could kill him.He wanted to step back with every step, dodging to avoid Jiang Wenluo's probing eyes.

When they stood next to that foot, and the bruises on the ankle of the corpse were clearly displayed, Song Zhiyuan's face showed an expression of extreme horror, and he clenched his hands together.

"Yes, that's it—" Jiang Wenluo said quietly, inducing Song Zhiyuan like: "Go and see, is he your friend?"

Jiang Wenluo said so, but walked slowly to the side, directly blocking Song Zhiyuan's way out, in case he wanted to escape indiscriminately.

In fact, he was also very curious in his heart, how Song Zhiyuan would face the former lover he killed with his own hands.

However, Song Zhiyuan squatted down slowly, buried his face in his hands, and only breathed out after a long time.

His face was very ugly.

Song Zhiyuan's body seemed to be frozen, and time was frozen this time.Jiang Wenluo guessed that he was already struggling fiercely in his heart - at this moment, Jiang Wenluo no longer wanted to find out why Song Zhiyuan wanted to kill Wu Qing, unintentionally or intentionally because all this had become a fact.

He anxiously looks for someone every night, more like a kind of self-deception, repeatedly saying "Wu Qing just disappeared to numb himself".

Jiang Wenluo straightened his body, he didn't move, he just looked at Song Zhiyuan quietly.

After a while, he saw Song Zhiyuan slowly push aside the soil covering Wu Qing's body with his hands, and gently and carefully dug out Wu Qing's body, like a fragile piece of porcelain in his hand .

Song Zhiyuan held Wu Qing horizontally on the ground, and rubbed his dirty, swollen and ugly cheek with the back of his hand.

The dead body lay horizontally under the moonlight, with a full sense of absurdity and weirdness, Song Zhiyuan lowered his eyes to look at his former lover.

Jiang Wenluo smiled when he saw him.

Song Zhiyuan took a deep breath, rubbed Wu Qing's bruised ankle, and brushed his wet hair back.Wu Qing's forehead was no longer bleeding, but the corners of his forehead were deeply sunken, which symbolized Song Zhiyuan's criminal evidence.

The remorse on his face was fleeting, and Song Zhiyuan read some sentences in detail, but Jiang Wenluo couldn't hear clearly.

Yomo is some words of apology.

At this moment, Song Zhiyuan held Wu Qing's hand as if no one else was there, carried the man on his back, and walked slowly towards the top of the mountain.

Jiang Wenluo followed quietly.

The moonlight poured down and landed on Song Zhiyuan's back, and this man's expression suddenly faded, and the embarrassment and cowardice on his face disappeared without a trace.The appearance of him carrying a corpse on his back is very close to the person who taught Wu Qing that he did wrong questions when he was a teenager.

On the top of the mountain, where the scenery would be beautiful during the day, Song Zhiyuan stopped in his tracks.

He squatted down cautiously, laid Wu Qing flat, knelt down on one knee, and dug a hole for Wu Qing with his hands.

After about an hour, a deep pit like a coffin appeared in front of Jiang Wenluo's eyes.Song Zhiyuan held Wu Qing in his arms, and carefully put him in. He also stood in the pit, half-knelt down, and sat beside Wu Qing.

Song Zhiyuan touched Wu Qing's hand and looked up at the moon.

He seems to be stuck in a deep memory.

When they were in school, it was probably the happiest period when the two of them fell in love.When he was studying, he didn't have any major troubles. Song Zhiyuan concealed the fact that he and Wu Qing were together, but as long as Wu Qing didn't complain, they wouldn't shake their roots.

How did he get to this point, Jiang Wenluo didn't know, he just felt disgusted when he saw Song Zhiyuan put on an affectionate look.

But Wu Qing obviously didn't think so.

As Song Zhiyuan's shoulders trembled and he let out a low cry, a person slowly walked out from the other end of the forest.

He was still dripping wet, looking very embarrassed, very thin, and his skin was extremely pale.He just stood behind Song Zhiyuan like that, without making a sound. From this angle, Jiang Wenluo could just see his red eye circles.

He repeatedly wanted to bend down - to hug Song Zhiyuan, but he held back, only clenched his hands tightly.

The wind blew Song Zhiyuan's voice to Jiang Wenluo's side, and Jiang Wenluo heard him say, "It's been so many years..."

Song Zhiyuan began to bury Wu Qing.

He buried his body bit by bit, and with his movements, Wu Qing's body became lighter and weaker, and finally there was only a faint shadow left, looking straight at Song Zhiyuan's back.

Feeling something behind him, Song Zhiyuan turned his head——

Wu Qing happened to walk in the opposite direction, deliberately avoiding Song Zhiyuan's gaze.

A pile of soil finally completely blocked Wu Qing's face, and disappeared without a trace the moment Wu Qing disappeared.

Song Zhiyuan smiled, lowered his eyes, and hummed a song that Jiang Wenluo had never heard before.

"Ding dong! Congratulations to the player for completing the main mission: Wu Qing's wish!"

"Jiang Wenluo and Sun Jing survived—"

"Countdown to leave."

"3."

"2."

"1--"

At the last second, Jiang Wenluo saw the last photo clearly, which was Wu Qing's sad face.

The author has something to say: I am very dissatisfied with this dungeon, but there is no progress in changing it, so let it be.The third-party time perspective is not easy to write, and the writing is not strong enough.Big Karma forgive me.

Thanks for the girls Ray =w=