On the coffee table, the three words written from wine are the name of a person:

Wen Zilong!

Seeing these three words, Chen Jianfeng shivered from top to bottom, from inside to outside.

It's like the trembling when it is launched.

He is so familiar with this name.

In the past two months, he has been saying that he has no desire to eat because of these three words.

Every day when I close my eyes, Wen Zilong stood in front of him with blood.

Because of these three words, he tossed and turned every day and couldn't fall asleep.

Therefore, he got drunk every day and wanted to use alcohol to numb himself.

Sure enough, alcohol worked, and he finally could sleep soundly every day.

But I never expected that such a strange thing suddenly happened at this time:

A spider with wings actually wrote these three words in wine on the coffee table.

This made him shocked and terrified.

"No, this is impossible!"

Chen Jianfeng shook his head and rubbed his eyes.

But even though he shook his head and rubbed his eyes, there were still three big words on the coffee table that shocked him:

Wen Zilong.

"It must be an hallucination, it must be that I haven't woken up after drinking last night!"

Chen Jianfeng shook his head, muttered, then grabbed the slippers on the ground and patted Wen Zilong.

Bang-

The beat was extremely strong, and the bottle next to it dropped to the ground, and it broke into pieces with a thud.

Half a bottle of wine inside flowed out, and the room was suddenly filled with the strong smell of white wine.

But as a level 10 mosquito, Wen Zilong is so agile?

It had already flew away.

But he did not walk far away, but wandered in front of Chen Jianfeng.

Seeing that the flying spider had not left, Chen Jianfeng didn't even have time to put on his slippers, so he went outside barefoot to get a broom, returned to the living room, and waved at Wen Zilong.

But no matter how fast he waved, was it faster when a dragonfly hit him?

With his flying ability beyond the ordinary mosquitoes, Wen Zilong easily avoided his broom.

He chased Wen Zilong step by step.

Wen Zilong led him and approached the coffee table step by step.

Chen Jianfeng slapped a few more times, and suddenly his feet hurt:

"ah--"

He fell to the ground directly.

When I looked down, I saw a piece of broken glass stuck on my feet.

This broken glass is the wine bottle that just broken.

The wound was already severe, and the residual wine on the broken glass made it even more painful.

"ah----"

Chen Jianfeng was so painful that he screamed in terrible voice.

He reluctantly pulled out the broken glass, jumped on one foot to the drawer and took out the gauze, wrapping the wound tightly.

Just as he was tangling the wound, Wen Zilong took the time to sting him twice.

It caused two walnut-sized bumps on his face and shoulders.

Then he flapped his wings and fell into the folds of the curtains, and became hidden.

Seeing the murderer who killed him suffer like this, the hatred in his heart slightly eased a little.

But this is far from enough.

You have to pay your life!

Chen Jianfeng was both shocked and scared when Wen Zilong made this move.

The facts today are too weird.

A flying spider, a spider can write, and also writes the name of the person he killed.

It was not until this time that Chen Jianfeng realized that the word "happy meeting" it wrote was not a greeting.

It’s the kind of luck that the enemy meets each other and is particularly jealous.

Could it be that this spider is the reincarnation of Wen Zilong?

But this is too much.

He is a firm materialist and never believes in anything like reincarnation of ghosts and gods.

But how should all this be explained now?

Thinking about it, he simply endured the severe pain and went to the room on the left.

After entering, the door was closed.

The room is tightly closed, and even Wen Zilong cannot get in.

And he always felt that this room was very dangerous, and he didn't dare to let him in.

I could only look at the door of the room with caution.

After a while, Chen Jianfeng limped out, holding a large black bag in his hand, and didn't know what it contained.

He shook and came to the other side of the coffee table and sat down.

"call--"

He took a breath and looked at the gauze under his feet that was already popular with blood.

He looked up and said:

"If you are really Wen Zilong's reincarnation... come out..."

Wen Zilong also happened to want to communicate with this guy so that he could pay back the money he owed his parents.

So he flew out from behind the curtains and buzzed onto the coffee table.

When Chen Jianfeng saw that the spider had indeed flew out, he suddenly felt a stern in his heart: Sure enough, this spider can understand human words.

After thinking about it, he opened another bottle of wine and poured about half a bottle of water onto the coffee table.

Because I poured too much, some wine had flowed from the edge of the coffee table to the ground.

Then he asked Wen Zilong: "Are you really him?"

Wen Zilong knew what he meant, and immediately dipped it in the wine and crawled out a word: Yes.

"What do you want?"

Chen Jianfeng picked up a box of cigarettes from the tea machine with a trembling hand and stuffed them into his mouth.

Wen Zilong dipped some wine and wrote: The truth.

Chen Jianfeng touched the lighter from the coffee table again and lit the cigarette tremblingly, but because he was too panic, he didn't even lit it several times.

He had no choice but to give up and open the black bag he had just taken out on the sofa next to him.

More than twenty bundles of fresh red RMB were exposed in the bag.

"These money is yours... you take it all... I just want you to let me go..."

Wen Zilong sneered in his heart when he looked at Chen Jianfeng who was almost scared.

Let you go?

Did you let me go, your sister?

Now I know you're scared?

It's too late!

He crawled into the wine again, crawled in the wine a few more times, and dipped it in the wine more.

Because this time he has to crawl more words: pay off debts and kill people to pay for their lives!

Imagine Chen Jianfeng's appearance of being frightened when he saw these eight words, he couldn't help feeling very happy.

He first dipped his six legs with wine, then leaned down and dipped his belly.
To be continued...