My husband is a traitor

Chapter 289 Killing, Warning
In the station at this time.

Outside Jin Guangmao's room.

Rong Jue was like a ghostly shadow, with a flick of his sleeves as if he was in an uninhabited area, he dealt with the guards, the door was pushed open by the wind, and he dodged in directly.

With his back to the door, he flicked his sleeves again, and the wind closed the door.

All of this was done almost in the blink of an eye.

Jin Guangmao was paralyzed on the bed at this time, his limbs were useless, he lost his temper every day and insulted the guards in the station.

I heard that he also ordered people to search for prostitutes in brothels to please and please him.

But those women, I heard that they were very miserable in the end, the mild ones were covered with injuries, and the severe ones lost their lives.

And Rong Jue's appearance here was naturally not to kill harm for the people, to avenge the innocent.

He's coming to-

"Hmm - you!" But seeing a rope flying out of Rong Jue's sleeve, the rope was wrapped around Jin Guangmao's neck and tightened, Rong Jue held the other end of the rope.

The face is like a monster that steals people's soul, but the eyes are clearly a devil that kills people.

"Ask you something."

Rong Jue lightly parted his red lips, and slightly pulled back his hand. Jin Guangmao, who was already immobile on the bed like a dead dog, suddenly flushed, drooling continuously, and rolled his eyes in pain.

He cried out in pain, "I...I said...everything...say...please, please, please..."

Rong Jue loosened his hands slightly, giving Jin Guangmao a chance to catch his breath, but just when Jin Guangmao was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly curled the corners of his lips viciously, and tightened the rope with his hands.

"what--"

Jin Guangmao lay limp on the bed like a worm, trying to raise his hand, but he couldn't.

His face was blue and his breath gradually weakened.

I really feel that I am only a few feet away from death.

He wanted to scream, but couldn't make a sound.

But just when he thought he was going to die, Rong Jue let go.

He collapsed on the bed helplessly, coughing violently, with tears, nose, saliva continuously flowing on the quilt.

"Now, can we guarantee the truth?" Rong Jue curled his lips slightly, with a flirtatious and feminine smile.

Jin Guangmao couldn't stop nodding, fear occupied his whole heart, and he didn't have time to think, "Yes, yes! Don't dare to hide—"

This person really dared to kill people at the station!
A quarter of an hour later, Rong Jue went out.

Afterwards, his figure flickered slightly, and he grabbed a southern guard from Ouyang Lie's door, and handed him a dagger.

When Ouyang Lie returned to the post station from the Duke's mansion where the funeral was held with joy, he saw his subordinates hurriedly and panickedly pointing in the direction of Jin Guangmao's house——

"Prince, it's not good! General Jin Jinjin..."

Ouyang Lie frowned, with a hint of impatience on the brows, but a trace of something bad happened in his heart, "What's wrong with him, tell me quickly!"

The subordinate cried, "He's dead!"

And the death is extremely terrifying.

Ouyang Lie pushed open the door, the strong smell of blood made him cover his mouth and nose uncomfortably.

But the scene in front of him made him unable to speak for a long time, and he froze in place, sucking in a long breath of cold air.

I saw Jin Guangmao's two legs hanging limply on the edge of the bed, staring at the top of the bed with piercing eyes, his face was painful and ferocious.

And there was a big gash in his chest, all internal organs...all, all on the bed.

Smudged with blood, it dripped all over the floor, winding its way to the door.

Another person, with a look of surprise on his face, fell to the ground with a dagger stuck in his chest.

The handle of the dagger was a rope, and the other end of the rope was firmly bitten by Jin Guangmao.

The picture is extremely bloody and terrifying.

Ouyang Lie saw the... bloody internal organs on the bed, couldn't help but turned his back, covered his nose, held on to the pillar and retched non-stop.

Who is it - such a bloody and cruel method!

After a long while, Ouyang Lie felt that he was about to vomit his internal organs, so he gasped for breath and kept rolling his eyes.

He asked viciously, "A bunch of trash! Who did it! Didn't you find out that two people died!"

The subordinate was trembling as well. He had never seen such a tragic death. He bit his head and replied, "Hui Hui back to the prince... this subordinate, this subordinate doesn't know... the guard at the door was knocked out, woke up I don't know three questions... Also, and there are no other traces in the house, then, the guard appeared somehow, in the general's house, the two of them..."

"You can't even find a bunch of trash—" Ouyang Lie, who was originally furious, froze suddenly, and the dagger flashed in front of his eyes.

that is not……

He shrank his eyes, thinking of the two subordinates who silenced him in the hot spring palace.

The same but more ruthless method.

His back was cold, it was him!

Rong Jue!

It must be him, who could sneak in quietly and torture Jin Guangmao to death with such a bloody method, except for Jiang Linlang's husband who had a feud with Jin Guangmao - Prime Minister Rong Jue.

But he did this, blatantly predicting that he would suspect him, but did not leave a trace of evidence.

Even if there is evidence, there is nothing he can do about it!

Damn it, damn it!
He thumped the pillar hard, closed his eyes, and gritted his teeth, "Take care of it...keep the general's body well...bring them back to the southern country when we return home at the end of the month."

The subordinate said "yes" as promised, and went down to deal with it.

Ouyang Lie gritted his teeth and could only swallow his breath, hating the account in his heart, but he also knew that he was not Rong Jue's opponent.

Prime Minister's House.

Jiang Linlang didn't go to Duke Hu's Mansion to mourn any Mrs. Guo, the two mansions had always been at odds, and she really couldn't pretend to say condolences to Gu Mingzhu.

So he stayed at home, but what about Rong Jue?

She looked for the study but found no one, and looked for the Hanyue Pavilion, but still no one.

Today is obviously a holiday, and Rong Jue didn't say that he would go out to do errands...

It's even more impossible to go to the funeral.

She wandered around the mansion and asked the housekeeper, but the housekeeper only said that Rong Jue had gone out early in the morning, but did not explain where he was going.

"Rong Jue!"

Simply, she ran to the door to wait, waited and waited, and sure enough, she saw Rong Jue walking in with An Yi in red clothes like blood.

She was overjoyed and took two steps forward, but her smile froze suddenly.

It's not that the red clothes look like blood, but that there is indeed a drop of blood on the clothes.

Jiang Linlang stepped forward, the tip of her nose twitched slightly, smelling blood.

Very faint, but she has always been sensitive to the smell of blood.

She pulled Rong Jue to the side of the tree, and pointed to the blood stain on his cuff, judging from the time it took for the blood to dry up, it didn't take long.

"Where did you go—did you...kill someone?"

As soon as Jiang Linlang finished speaking, Rong Jue frowned.

Surprised by her keen sense of smell and vision.

But he nodded without concealing, "Well, I killed someone."

"..."

What's wrong with this bland answer?

Jiang Linlang held her forehead angrily, "Who did you kill?"

"Jin Guangmao."

(End of this chapter)