CHAPTER 584: CHAPTER 107_5

The itchiness around the eyes disappeared, and turning his head to look, Hu Yiwei was nowhere to be seen.

He hastily got out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked to the doorway; the bolt was slid open, and the door was slightly ajar.

"Sss..."

After some thought, Tan Wenbin still felt that he should sneak out to see what had happened; he was here to push for clues, to excavate something to report back to Brother Xiao Yuan, and couldn’t just constantly cower like a turtle; necessary risks had to be taken.

Gently pulling the door open a tad more, he then carefully stepped out.

Reaching the hall, he didn’t notice anything unusual.

Tan Wenbin thought of the coffin in the kitchen, but just as he was about to tiptoe there, he heard some suppressed noises coming from Zeng Yinyin’s room.

Hmm?

Tan Wenbin tiptoed step by step to Zeng Yinyin’s room door.

Closer now, the sounds inside became clearer: rhythmic moans of a man and a woman.

There was no light inside the room, but it was a clear night, so the moonlight was strong, streaming in from the window, providing some visibility in the room.

Tan Wenbin pressed his eye to the crack in the door, looking in, this position just allowed him to see the bed in the room.

Two bodies were intertwined, engaging in the most primal activity.

But such a thing couldn’t be accomplished by just one party - the female should be Zeng Yinyin, then the male - could it be... Hu Yiwei?

Of course, he knew Hu Yiwei wasn’t so enraged that he would take his sister-in-law as an object of revenge. It was clear that something filthy had entered the room and "called" Hu Yiwei out.

And very likely, that filthy thing originally intended to call out for him.

If he couldn’t traverse to the Underworld and couldn’t resist, then doesn’t that mean the man on the bed now would have become him?

At this time, the rhythm inside the room heightened, the panting of the man and woman mixed with louder speech.

While calling out each other’s names, they also threw out the foul language usually heard in street gang fights.

Like two duelists, from probing to fierce combat, they reached the critical moment of a bayonet stained red.

Moreover, both sides spoke the same local dialect.

Hu Yiwei had only been here once before, and most of that time was spent standing outside, grappling with the steps; how could he possibly learn the local dialect.

"Ah~"

"Ah~"

The room echoed with two simultaneous climax sounds.

Tan Wenbin silently left the place, heading back. Just as he entered the room and closed the door, the opposite room’s door sounded with the noise of being opened.

Tan Wenbin immediately got into bed, pretending to sleep.

His eyes experienced the itchiness from before, as if something sticky clung to them again - a sign that he was on the verge of traversing to the Underworld.

The sound of the door being pushed open came, followed by the sound of the bolt being locked.

Then, Tan Wenbin felt someone lie down beside him.

Subsequently, the sound of footsteps receded.

But Tan Wenbin didn’t open his eyes and remained motionless.

Internally, he counted the time: one minute, five minutes, ten minutes... half an hour.

When Tan Wenbin felt it was safe to open his eyes to check on Hu Yiwei’s situation, footsteps sounded in the room again.

Instantly, he felt a chill on his back, damn it, that filthy thing hadn’t left!

Startled, his mind cleared even more.

Indeed, if the filthy thing had left, his Underworld traversal would have ended; as long as he was in the state of traversing to the Underworld, it meant the filthy thing was still nearby.

Tan Wenbin continued to tough it out.

The problem was, he couldn’t sustain the Underworld traversal for too long, and it took a heavy toll on him. Initially, he was conscious and pretending to sleep, but soon, due to the overexertion of his spirit, he truly passed out.

When he woke up, it was already broad daylight.

Sunlight beamed through the windows and the cracks in the room, bringing an immense sense of safety.

"Sss... my head hurts so much."

Rubbing his forehead, Tan Wenbin sat up; now he finally understood just how terrifying it was when Brother Xiao Yuan went blind from overexertion, he was nowhere near that level and it was already so painful.

Hu Yiwei hadn’t woken up yet, still lying by his side.

Tan Wenbin looked down at him and saw Hu Yiwei’s eyes were dark-rimmed, with serious bags under his eyes, lips pale, and his whole person looked utterly exhausted.

When his gaze moved down, Tan Wenbin involuntarily widened his eyes: he saw a crimson stain at Hu Yiwei’s crotch!

He quickly nudged Hu Yiwei, and after a few pushes, Hu Yiwei turned over, continued grinding his teeth, and began to talk in his sleep:

"Miao Miao, Miao Miao, hehe, you’re so great, my Miao Miao..."

Tan Wenbin sighed with relief, it seemed like mere overexertion but no life-threatening danger.

"Miao Miao, I love you, don’t leave me, don’t leave me..."

Tan Wenbin shook his head; this guy is about to be squeezed dry yet still having wet dreams.

At that moment, footsteps sounded outside; Tan Wenbin immediately rolled out of bed and went to his backpack, unzipping one side, the handle of the Yellow River Shovel was right here.

The door was pushed open, Zeng Yinyin stood at the doorway; she glanced at Hu Yiwei lying on the bed, then at Tan Wenbin standing there, and asked:

"Aren’t you hungry?"

"Not hungry, not hungry."

"But I’ve made the food already, come and eat anyway."