All Chapters of Reborn as the Wife He Killed: Chapter 341 - Chapter 347

Jim pointed toward a corner, his tone calm yet carrying an unmistakable authority.“Sit there for now. I need to make some preparations.”Alia nodded without a word. She walked over and sat down on the stone bench he indicated. The air deep underground was faintly damp, tinged with the mixed scent of rust and herbs. The walls had been polished smooth—unnaturally so—stone veins glinting with a cold sheen, more like the walls of a carefully engineered workshop than a natural cave. In the corners stood neatly stacked wooden crates and metal instruments, all meticulously cleaned of dust. The dim yellow light came from several ancient oil lamps mounted along the rock face, their flickering flames slicing the shadows into fragments.The sight stirred a ripple deep within Alia’s heart.—Of course she had been here before.In her past life, this was the place where she first witnessed Jim’s other side. Back then, she had been a novice brought here for a trial. She still remembered the scene v

Throughout the entire process, Jim said almost nothing, yet every motion of his hands carried deliberate precision — a performance meant to appear ancient and mystical, while concealing within it the precision of modern physics and biochemistry.He dipped a strip of bandage into a specially prepared solution, the liquid faintly luminous under the dim light, then laid out several sterilized scalpels beside the altar — their blades gleaming with a cold, clinical clarity. Near them sat a small golden casket, its surface engraved with runes not belonging to any known language. Inside it were several thin metallic plates, etched with symbols that looked as though they had been taken from another age entirely.Alia watched in silence, her gaze sharpening with each step. She could not claim to fully understand every reagent or every sigil’s function, but guided by the intuition she had honed years ago under Jim’s tutelage, she knew this was far from empty ritual. What she was witnessing was

“Then let’s follow it,” Jim said, his fingertip brushing along the compass’s edge. There was a faint glint of provocation in his eyes. “This thing has a time limit. If it doesn’t work, I might have to ask you to ‘borrow’ a bit more blood. You make it sound easy, but I’m guessing you wouldn’t like that, would you? Still a little reluctant to hurt your beloved one, hmm?”Alia gave a cold snort, her expression calm though her eyes tightened slightly.“Hmph, I just don’t want too many attempts drawing attention,” she replied firmly, though her tone carried a trace of unease. “Let’s go and see where your compass actually leads.”Jim merely smiled, saying nothing more. He raised the compass—now completely stained a deep crimson. The needle quivered as though pulled by an invisible force, then turned slowly and locked in one steady direction.—And so, the two of them began to walk.In the darkness, the tunnel ahead grew narrower and the damp air thickened with the faint tang of iron. The cri