Rules of the Unusual: My Yandere Husband Pretends to Be Innocent Online

Lu Yang used his tongue to pull on his ankle, dragging him little by little back to the deepest part of the bedroom.

not good!

Xia Xiaoqin subconsciously took a step forward.

But the next second, a strong wind arose.

The once-open door slammed shut from the outside in.

Two heavy wooden doors slammed against Xia Xiaoqin's shoulders, like an invisible hand pushing her forcefully into the bedroom in the darkness.

Caught off guard, Xia Xiaoqin fell to the brick floor with a loud thud.

Oh no, the sound.

She made a sound!

Xia Xiaoqin dared not move an inch.

The bell bracelet suddenly rang, and a sharp sound exploded in her mind, followed by a burst of white light.

Several hours later, she saw another face clearly once again.

In the dimly lit depths of the bedroom, the old man dressed in his burial clothes slowly turned around.

The hunched-over old man had skin clinging tightly to his cheekbones, bluish lips, and his face covered with mottled age spots.

His long tongue hung out, winding on the ground like a wet, scarlet rope, making him look like a terrifying toad.

"Xia Xiaoqin! Help me!"

Lu Yang was being dragged back, and he suddenly raised his head and called out to Xia Xiaoqin.

In the white light of the bell, Xia Xiaoqin "saw" her boyfriend's appearance for the first time.

Xia Xiaoqin was so frightened that she stood frozen in place.

I have no face, I really have no face.

Lu Yang's cheeks were blood red, his nose was just the outline of cartilage, his lips were gone, and his entire face had been cleanly peeled away, leaving only those familiar eyes.

Even though Xia Xiaoqin knew Lu Yang was in this state, she was still shocked when she actually saw him.

But she could do nothing; she couldn't even call out.

The next second, Lu Yang's figure was dragged away and disappeared into the depths of the bedroom.

Xia Xiaoqin tried hard to take a few more glances, but she couldn't see clearly.

The faint, sticky sound of a tongue dragging across the brick floor grew fainter and fainter until it was cut off by the sound of a heavy wooden door closing, and then nothing could be heard anymore.

And the world was plunged back into darkness.

Xia Xiaoqin could see nothing again.

"We need to leave now..."

Lying on the ground, Xia Xiaoqin took a deep breath, preparing to leave first.

But just as she was about to get up, she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her foot.

"Well!"

Xia Xiaoqin forced herself not to make a sound, and then she realized how Lu Yang had injured his ankle.

Like her, he was probably knocked in through the door and fell directly into the house from the high door frame.

"Damn it..."

Xia Xiaoqin murmured to herself, wanting to try to crawl away.

Her fingers tentatively touched the ground, and then her expression turned serious.

—Wooden floors make any sound crystal clear.

If someone were to crawl out while injured, it would definitely make a huge noise.

What should we do?

Just then, footsteps sounded again.

Xia Xiaoqin lay on the ground, not daring to move.

At this moment, she couldn't even turn back, because according to the third rule, no matter what happened, she couldn't turn back.

Step, step, step

The footsteps grew closer.

A musty smell of stale incense ash mixed with the sour stench of decay pressed down from above.

Xia Xiaoqin held her breath, not daring to make a sound.

The bell rang again, accompanied by a flash of white light, before going dark.

The last thing Xia Xiaoqin saw in her mind was a pair of cloth shoes that stopped beside her face. The shoes were embroidered with the character for longevity and were stained with dark brown dirt. They then walked around the small table next to her and slowly went to the bed on the other side.

The wooden planks of the bed creaked under the weight, followed by the rustling of clothes against the quilt, one after another, as if someone was adjusting their sleeping position.

Everything fell silent.

Is Grandpa Lu asleep?

Xia Xiaoqin lay on the ground, her forehead pressed against the cold brick seam, her heart pounding as if it would jump out of her throat.

The world plunged back into darkness before her eyes.

At this moment, she was really worried about Lu Yang.

Is Lu Yang still alive?!

Thinking about the direction Lu Yang was dragged away, Xia Xiaoqin tentatively moved her feet, trying to move a little.

But as soon as the toe of the shoe brushed against the brick surface, it made a slight scraping sound.

Immediately, a coughing sound came from the bedside.

Xia Xiaoqin froze in fright, too scared to move.

After a long time, the sound of steady breathing returned from the bed, accompanied by the distinctive phlegm sounds of an elderly person.

Biting her lip, Xia Xiaoqin felt she had to take a gamble.

She wondered if this old man Lu could identify people by their voices.

Thinking of this, Xia Xiaoqin carefully reached forward with her fingers.

As she extended her finger, her fingertip touched something.

The damp oil-paper umbrella left a small water stain on the wooden board.

The girl was stunned.

—Could this umbrella be the one that man held for her?

How did it end up inside the house?

Xia Xiaoqin didn't have time to think.

Her fingers traced down the umbrella ribs and grasped the handle.

She remembered that in the image that had just flashed through her mind, there seemed to be a small table beside her.

Xia Xiaoqin raised her umbrella.

The tip of the umbrella peeked out and touched the edge of the table.

Her breathing remained steady as she licked the bed. Xia Xiaoqin took a deep breath and flicked her wrist.

The tip of the umbrella suddenly swept across the teacup on the table, making a crisp snapping sound.

At that very moment, something scarlet shot out from the direction of the bed, accompanied by a damp, sticky sound, and went straight through the spot where the sound had just come from.

Swish!

Teapot, teacup, tea tray—a series of sounds of porcelain shattering exploded in the darkness.

Broken porcelain shards flew everywhere and landed on the ground.

Immediately, all the locations on the ground where the sound originated emitted a series of thumping sounds.

—Old Master Lu's tongue pierced through the floor, crushing the porcelain that had fallen to the ground into dust.

Everything that made a sound has completely disappeared.

Hearing these noises, Xia Xiaoqin held her umbrella high, not daring to make a sound, her whole body covered in cold sweat, afraid that she might accidentally make a sound again.

After an unknown amount of time, the bed became quiet again.

Grandpa Lu seemed to turn over, the blanket rustled for a while, and then there was that deep, phlegmy breathing again.

At this moment, Xia Xiaoqin finally confirmed one thing.

Old Master Lu's tongue will attack anything that makes a sound!

To survive here, she must not make a single sound!