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"Who do you think is among these people?" the blood-eyed ghost asked directly.

Qin Nuo smiled: "Everyone has no grasp of the necessary clues, but to say that the one I doubt most now is indeed one."

"There will always be progressing tonight, and that guy knows there is not much time left."

"It should be preparing something. He and I are just waiting for an opportunity."

Qin Nuo put away these two items: "Before this, there is still that scumbag father who needs to solve it."

"That guy is very smart. If I don't help, you can't help him." said the blood-eyed ghost.

"But no matter what, the neighbor's debt must be paid, and he can only pay it back."

Qin Nuo looked at the disposable cup on the table and said softly: "There will be a solution."

...

Night soon came.

The mysterious and unknown night was once again engulfed in Younan Town.

On the dim roadside, a figure walked towards him crookedly.

He sipped the last sip of wine from the bottle and smashed it hard to the corner of the wall. Qin Bei's face was gloomy and raised his right hand, with dense needles and threads on his wrist.

"That damn bastard is really unfair. Even my own child dares to move!"

"If that ghost girl hadn't suddenly appeared, I'd have chopped him up!"

The more he thought about it, the more malice the intent in his eyes became. The whites in his eyes faded away little by little. He lit a cigarette, pulled out a machete, looked it and stuffed it back into his pants.

Then, walk towards home.

"He should understand it well. As long as I am here, I will always be the head of this family!"

The sharp night wind blew the alley and rushed out of the alley.

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

I also saw that the lights on the second floor were on in my home.

"Is that bastard not asleep yet?"

He sucked the last bit of cigarette from his mouth, blew it on the ground, and put it out with his feet. Qin Bei walked towards the other end.

He wanted to use the key to open the door, but he couldn't untie it. He cursed secretly: "This guy actually changed the lock!"

I walked around to the backyard and happened to have a window not closed, so I easily flipped in.

After entering the house, I was still worried, so I 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 she was asleep.

On the cabinet once, there is a music box, and there is a kind of pleasant pure music playing, which makes people unwilling to relax their body and mind.

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

"I've come here, just sit down."

"We are father and son, not enemies, so why do we have such a deep anger? How about putting down the knife in our hand and having a good chat?"

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

Qin Nuo said, looking back at Qin Bei, who was carrying a kitchen knife and full of anger, without any fear, and smiled slightly: "Is this the reason?"

Qin Bei narrowed his eyes and smiled coldly, "Little Shaketou, what other bad luck have you prepared to entertain your good father?"

"Why do you have to make up so much of it and make me think so badly?"

Qin Nuo peeled an apple and put it in a fruit plate. It was covered with cut fruits. In addition, there were many exquisite and delicious snacks and delicious wines.

Ignoring the fruits and snacks, my eyes fell on the wines, and Qin Bei's eyes were fixed and could not move away, and his throat couldn't help but squirm.

Pushing the fruit plate to the middle of the table, Qin Nuo turned his head and looked at Qin Bei: "Save the seat for you, don't you want to try it?"

Qin Bei sneered and pointed his right wrist with his finger: "You think I'm easy to cheat. This hand is your masterpiece."

Qin Nuo swung his right hand, and the fruit knife was instantly inserted into the opposite wall, spreading his hands: "What about this?"

"The head of your family is so scared."

"Is it my father or my grandson?"

A few words of ridicule made Qin Bei twitch and the hideous scar on his face squirmed 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, poured a cup, and took a sip: "I'm afraid it's poisonous, just watch it."

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

"My parents are both addicted to alcohol. Isn't it great if I inherit this good inheritance?" Qin Nuo said with a smile.

"I'm sitting here, what?" Qin Bei's eyes were full of contempt, but the kitchen knife in his hand had no intention of letting go.

"It's rare that our family is all here, and we can get together and have a family meeting at the same time."

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

Qin Bei's face was astonished as he looked suspicious, and there was a person sitting next to him.

It was Qin Feng's mother.

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

"Stinky lady, are you not dead yet?" Qin Bei looked at Ling Xia and smiled coldly.

"I thought you, a stinky bitch, had you died in another man's bed?"

"How good are you to the scum who sold your wife and children?" Ling Xia 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 something recently, but after thinking about it, I still want to wait for the opinions of you, the head of the family."

Qin Bei took out his cochlea cleaning: "Tell me what to say?"

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

Qin Bei let out a sip of cigarette and asked with a sneer: "Is it up to you two?"

"A stinky woman who I have been pressed on the ground for many years."

"A bastard who thinks he has his wings hard?"

Qin Nuo said: "So, we changed our approach."

"As a father, you have never taught me any great principles of life, but I remember a saying, "Everything in the world has a cause, and debts will be paid, and the song will end and people will be dispersed."

"This sentence was taught by my teacher."

Qin Nuo looked up at Qin Bei, his eyes very calm, as if he had a fixed degree of the current situation.

Qin Bei faintly noticed something was wrong and asked in a deep voice: "What does it mean?"

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

"Do you think families like us can afford to consume these?"

"You tinkered with the key at the door for a long time, thinking that I had changed the lock. Have you ever thought that it wasn't our door at all?"

When Qin Bei said this, no matter how stupid he could see the problem, he suddenly swung the kitchen knife in his hand and chopped Qin Nuo's neck.

In the midst of lightning, one hand reached out and grabbed the kitchen knife, but the terrifying force still cut the palm of the hand, and blood dripped out, dyeing the fruit on the fruit plate red.

Ling Xia looked at Qin Bei with murderous aura and spoke expressionlessly: "You are really worthy of death."

Qin Bei's face became ferocious, and a hoarse voice came from his throat: "I'll kill you now!"

Huh!!

As soon as the words were finished, a ray of cold wind suddenly rolled up inside the huge body.

At the same time, the surrounding environment is visible to the naked eye.

The dilapidated furniture, like oil paintings in canvases, fading away little by little, turning into brand new and expensive furniture.

The stucco walls that cracked and climbed the moss, turned into walls that were paved with porcelain pieces.

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

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

From beginning to end, Qin Bei entered the doorstep of his neighbor's house, and as before, he climbed through the window of the backyard.

Qin Bei felt palpitations and 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 bloody eyes: "You two damn things, join forces to fool me?"

"The surname is Qin."

The middle-aged woman there appeared at some point, so she made a cup of coffee, gently shaved it with a spoon, and said softly: "It's time for you to pay off your debt tonight."

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

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

The terrifying ghost aura, mixed with resentment, emanates from the rotten body surface.

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

A layer of ghost energy enveloped the entire room, and the rolled ghost energy turned into dense black light and wrapped around Qin Bei.

Qin Bei had no room for resistance, and his right hand was stirred into pieces and scattered on the ground.

Bang! In the corner not far away, a door suddenly opened, and a strong cold wind gushed out of the room.

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

"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 light, interspersed on Qin Bei's body surface, and the nerves in his body were no longer controlled by him, and he walked towards the door step by step.

Qin Bei's eyes shrank into a pinhole and were born with a pulling corner of his mouth.

"Slowly, 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, taking a sip of coffee with the right temperature, seemed dissatisfied, and then put two pieces of rock candy in it.

Qin Bei fought desperately, but the more he resisted, the more he was torn apart, the more terrifying his body was torn apart, and the inch of his skin was cut by the blade-like light.

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

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

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Faced with Qin Bei's roar, Ling Xia was very calm. She took a sip of wine and lit a cigarette. Facing her dying husband, her face was not turbulent, and she even brought a hint of comfort and enjoyed it in her throat.

Spreading nicotine.

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

No matter how Qin Bei shouted at the top of his lungs or how he roared and insulted, he could not provoke the emotional fluctuations between Qin Nuo and Lingxia.

Turning back, the little bit of darkness approaching was like the gate of hell, and the eyes in the room were like the staring of death.

When Qin Bei's body was swallowed by the darkness, the sound suddenly stopped and the door slammed.

In the huge living room, the terrifying ghost energy dissipated rapidly, the doors and windows opened on their own, and the moonlight shone in again.

The middle-aged woman blew a sip, drank the five-point sugar coffee in the cup in one go, and looked up at Qin Nuo: "Two guests, you can leave."

Lingxia stood up and held the bottle of wine in her hand: "Son, I'm 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 very delicious."

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