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Qin Bei came out of the darkness, first glanced at the neighbor's house, and found that all the lights there were off, so he felt relieved.

Looking at his home again, the lights on the second floor were on.

"Is that bastard still asleep?"

Taking the last puff of the cigarette in his mouth, flicking it on the ground, stamping it out with his feet, Qin Bei walked over there.

He wanted to use the key to open the door, but he couldn't open it no matter what, and cursed secretly: "This brat actually changed the lock!"

Going around to the backyard, it happened that a window was not closed, and it was easy to turn in.

After entering the house, still worried, he picked up a kitchen knife on the side and walked into the hall without any footsteps.

In the living room, a figure sat on the sofa, motionless, as if asleep.

On the cabinet next door, there is a music box, which plays a kind of pleasant pure music, which makes people relax involuntarily.

Qin Bei came over with a kitchen knife, his body almost merged with the darkness, and there was a kind of viciousness in those dark eyes.

"It's all here, just sit down."

"We are father and son, not enemies. Why do we have to be so hostile? How about putting down the knife in your hand and having a good chat?"

"Many father-son relationships are not good, isn't it because of lack of communication?"

As Qin Nuo said, he looked back at Qin Bei, who was holding a kitchen knife and full of anger, without the slightest trace of fear, and smiled slightly: "Is that the truth?"

Qin Bei squinted his eyes and said with a cold smile: "Little slick, what kind of tricks have you prepared to entertain your good father?"

"Why do you have to think so much about me and think so badly of me?"

Qin Nuo peeled an apple and put it in the fruit bowl, which was covered with sliced ​​fruits. In addition, there were many exquisite and delicious snacks, as well as delicious wine.

Ignoring the fruits and snacks, and focusing on the wine, Qin Bei's eyes were fixed, unable to move away, his throat could not help but wriggle.

Pushing the fruit plate to the middle of the table, Qin Nuo turned to look at Qin Bei: "The seat is reserved for you, don't you want to try it?"

Qin Bei sneered, and tapped his right wrist: "You think I'm easy to deceive, but this hand is your masterpiece."

Qin Nuo flicked his right hand, and the fruit knife was inserted into the opposite wall in an instant, and he spread his hands: "How about this?"

"The head of your family, you have become such a ghost."

"Is it my father or my grandson?"

A few words of ridicule made Qin Bei's face twitch, and the hideous scar on his face wriggled like a living thing.

He licked his scarlet tongue, sat down in front of Qin Nuo, and stared at the wine.

Qin Nuo took it over, poured a glass, and took a sip: "I'm afraid it might be poisonous, so just watch."

Qin Bei, who was addicted to alcohol, unexpectedly endured it and asked, "Who taught you how to drink alcohol?"

"Both parents are alcoholics. Isn't it good that I inherit this good inheritance?" Qin Nuo laughed.

"I'm sitting here, what next?" Qin Bei's eyes were full of contempt, but he didn't intend to let go of the kitchen knife in his hand.

"It's rare that our whole family is here, so we can get together and hold a family meeting by the way."

Qin Nuo pricked a piece of fruit with a toothpick and put it in his mouth.

As soon as Qin Bei looked suspicious, there was only one person sitting in the seat beside him.

It was Qin Feng's mother.

She grabbed the wine bottle on the table and poured it into her mouth.

"Smelly lady, you're not dead yet?" Qin Bei looked at Lingxia and smiled coldly.

"I thought you bitch died in another man's bed?"

"You scum who sold out his wife and children, how are you doing?" Lingxia looked at Qin Bei coldly.

Qin Bei smiled indifferently, took out another cigarette, and put it in his mouth.

"My mother and I have been discussing one thing recently, but after thinking about it, we still want to wait for the opinion of you, the head of the family."

Qin Bei pulled out his cochlea: "Tell me?"

Qin Nuo bent down slightly, and looked directly into Qin Bei's eyes: "My mother and I are discussing how to kill the head of the family. Do you have any good suggestions?"

Qin Bei exhaled a puff of smoke and asked with a sneer, "Is it just the two of you?"

"A stinky woman who has been pinned to the ground by me for many years."

"A brat who thinks his wings are stiff?"

Qin Nuo said: "So, we changed a method."

"As a father, you never taught me any great principles of life, but I remember a saying that everything in the world has a reason, debts must be repaid, and the song ends."

"This sentence was taught to me by my teacher."

Qin Nuo raised his head and looked at Qin Bei with calm eyes, as if he had a certain idea of ​​the current situation.

Qin Bei faintly sensed something was wrong, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

Qin Nuo picked up the fruit plate, looked at it, and said, "This fruit plate is made of special ceramic materials, the fruit is also imported, the desserts are carefully made by the chef, and the bottle of wine is even more expensive."

"Do you think a family like ours can afford these things?"

"You fiddled with the key at the door for a long time, thinking that I changed the lock. Have you ever thought that that is not our door at all?"

When these words were said, Qin Bei could see the problem no matter how stupid he was. He swung out the kitchen knife in his hand and chopped towards Qin Nuo's neck.

In a blink of an eye, a hand stretched out and grabbed the kitchen knife, but the terrifying force still cut the palm of the hand, and blood trickled out, staining the fruits on the fruit plate red.

Lingxia looked at Qin Bei who had a murderous look on his face, and said expressionlessly, "You really deserve death."

Qin Bei's face became ferocious, and a hoarse voice came out of his throat: "I'll let you kill me first!"

Whoosh! !

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind suddenly blew up inside the huge body.

At the same time, the surrounding environment visibly changes with the naked eye.

The dilapidated furniture, like an oil painting on canvas, faded away little by little, and turned into brand new expensive furniture.

The cracked, moss-climbing whitewashed walls turned into tiled walls.

The huge living room has directly changed its appearance and become completely new.

When the surrounding environment was completely replaced, the pure music of the music box on the cabinet also happened to stop.

From the beginning to the end, Qin Bei always entered the door of the neighbor's house, and entered through the backyard window just like before.

Qin Bei's heart palpitated, and he quickly rushed towards the window.

As a result, all the doors and windows were closed tightly in an instant.

Qin Bei looked at his wife and son with bloodshot eyes: "You two damn things, join forces to fool me?"

"The surname is Qin."

The middle-aged woman over there appeared at some time, brewed a cup of coffee, stirred it gently with a spoon, and said softly, "You should pay off the debt tonight."

"Since that day, my daughter has been thinking about you all the time, but you always deliberately avoid our mother and daughter. This time, if you come to the door in person, don't even think about leaving."

The middle-aged woman looked up at Qin Bei. The dense black silk spread along the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and her eyes seemed to be covered with ink.

Terrifying ghostly aura, mixed with resentment, emanated from the rotting body surface.

The corners of Qin Bei's eyes twitched wildly, he turned around and rushed towards a window desperately, but was bounced back by a more terrifying ghost force.

A layer of ghostly aura enveloped the entire room, and the swirling ghostly aura turned into dense black rays of light, wrapping around Qin Bei's body.

Qin Bei didn't have any room to resist, his right hand was smashed into pieces and scattered on the ground.

boom!In a corner not far away, a door slammed open, and a strong cold wind gushed out from the room.

In the darkness of the room, a pair of eyes stared at Qin Bei. The strong resentment made the air in the whole room extremely oppressive.

"My daughter is inviting you in."

"She has a lot to say to you."

The middle-aged woman spoke.

The ghost energy turned into thousands of tiny black rays of light, piercing through Qin Bei's body surface, and the nerves of that body were no longer under his control, and he walked towards the door step by step.

Qin Bei's eyes shrunk into pinholes, and the corners of his mouth were pulled.

"Wait a minute, if you want to repay, I can repay with other things, anything!"

"Now this is what my daughter wants most." The middle-aged woman said leisurely, took a sip of the coffee at the right temperature, seemed dissatisfied, and put two pieces of rock sugar in it.

Qin Bei tried his best to resist, but the more he resisted, the more horribly his body was torn apart, every inch of his skin was sliced ​​by light like a blade.

What's even more frightening is that the nerves of the body are paralyzed, but the nerve consciousness of the head is still very clear.

Qin Bei's scalp was numb, he looked at Qin Nuo, and let out a hysterical roar: "Damn you bastard, I should have strangled you! And you stinky woman, I should have chopped you up and flushed you down the toilet! "

Facing Qin Bei's roar, Lingxia was very calm. She drank a sip of wine and lit a cigarette by the way. Facing her dying husband, her expression remained calm, and she even brought a little bit of satisfaction, enjoying the breath in her throat. Spreading nicotine.

Qin Nuo was even more so, saying to Qin Bei: "Goodbye, don't be reincarnated as a human being in the next life, you don't understand!"

No matter how hoarse Qin Bei was, how he yelled and insulted, he failed to provoke Qin Nuo and Ling Xia's mood swings.

Looking back, the darkness approaching a little bit is like the gate of hell, and the eyes in the room are like the gaze of death.

When Qin Bei's body was engulfed by the darkness, the sound stopped abruptly, and the door slammed shut.

In the huge living room, the terrifying ghostly aura dissipated sharply, the doors and windows opened on their own, and the moonlight came in again.

The middle-aged woman blew lightly, drank the five-cent sugar coffee in the cup, and looked up at Qin Nuo: "Guests, you can leave now."

Ling Xia stood up, holding the bottle of wine in her hand: "Son, go back."

She took two steps, stopped again, shook the wine in her hand, and looked at the middle-aged woman: "Do you still have this kind of wine? It's delicious."

"My husband, although not worth much, should be worth a few bottles of wine, right?"

===Chapter 225 Real Body Replacement, Secret Weapon!===

swaying.

When she returned home, Lingxia carried a case of wine and put it on the table. She looked drunk, and looked a bit charming under the moonlight. Looking at the red wine, she showed a satisfied expression.

Who can imagine that this woman died of her husband in 10 minutes?

Can you imagine that the box of wine was all exchanged by your husband?

She lay on the sofa, took out a bottle of wine, her red face was intoxicated: "That's great, that man is actually worth such a good wine..."

Qin Nuo closed the door and looked at his mother on the sofa.

Although this woman is equally corrupt and addicted to alcohol, compared to her father, she always has a heart and cares about her son.

"Congratulations to the player for completing the role-playing task, resolving the grievances between neighbors, and gaining 15% role-playing speed. After finishing the copy, the score and rewards will be settled after exiting the game!"

"The performance of this role should be 50%, but according to the current time and the lack of distraction in the main line, it should be difficult for me to complete the perfect performance of this role!"

Qin Nuo took out the music box. The music box was made of mahogany. It was a reward from the platinum treasure chest before entering the dungeon.

The wonderful music box, the commoner ghost doll, the cursed drawing board, and the sprite mask, all four items were used once.

Putting away the music box, Qin Nuo went back and poured a glass of water. Over there, Ling Xia opened another bottle of wine and drank it. She leaned on the sofa and felt extremely comfortable. She looked at Qin Nuo: "Son, you should also Take two sips, wine is really a good thing, it can make people reach a very wonderful feeling..."

"I'm only under 13 years old, this is not a line that a mother should have."

Qin Nuo took a sip of water, paused and asked, "Are you at home tonight?"

"I might have to go out..."

Qin Nuo stopped talking halfway, looking at his mother who was already asleep with her head up, the wine bottle in her hand fell to the ground and rolled into the corner of the wall.

After checking the time, Qin Nuo went into the room and took out a quilt to cover his mother, then walked into the bathroom by himself and took a shower.

When he came out, he changed his clothes, sat down at the desk, and took out the group photo of the acting department.

Looking at Tang Rou and the others in the photo, he pondered for a while, and then said, "I have a hunch that there will be big changes tonight, and it may even be my final duel with it."

"When did you not have a hunch?" The blood-eyed ghost rolled his eyes.

"But I'm accurate every time."

Qin Nuo smiled, and his gaze returned to the photo frame.