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, "Just the two of you?"
"A stinky woman who I have pinned to the ground and ravaged for many years."
"A bastard who thinks he's grown wings?"
Qin Nuo said: "So, we changed another method."
"As a father, you never taught me any great life lessons, but I do remember a saying: everything in the world has a reason, debts must be repaid, and when the song ends, people disperse."
"My teacher taught me this."
Qin Nuo looked up at Qin Bei with a very calm expression, as if he had a definite idea of the current situation.
Qin Bei vaguely sensed something was wrong and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"
Qin Nuo picked up the fruit plate and looked at it while saying, "This fruit plate is made of special ceramic materials, the fruits are also imported, the snacks are carefully made by the chef, and the bottle of wine is very expensive."
"Do you think a family like ours can afford this?"
"You fiddled with the key at the door for so long, thinking I changed the lock. Did you ever consider that it wasn't our door at all?"
When this was said, no matter how dumb Qin Bei was, he could see the problem. He swung the kitchen knife in his hand and chopped it towards Qin Nuo's neck.
In a flash, a hand reached out and grabbed the kitchen knife, but the terrifying force still cut the palm of the hand. Blood dripped out, staining the fruit on the fruit plate red.
Ling Xia looked at Qin Bei, whose face was filled with murderous intent, and said expressionlessly, "You truly deserve to die."
Qin Bei's face turned ferocious, and a hoarse voice came from his throat: "I'm going to kill you now!"
Whoosh!!
As soon as he finished speaking, a cold wind suddenly blew up from within his huge body.
At the same time, the surrounding environment changed visibly.
The worn-out furniture, like an oil painting on canvas, faded away little by little and turned into brand new expensive furniture.
The cracked, moss-covered whitewashed wall transformed into a wall paved with tiles.
The huge living room was completely transformed into a brand new look.
When the surrounding environment was completely changed, the pure music from the music box on the cabinet also happened to stop.
From the beginning to the end, Qin Bei entered through the neighbor's doorstep, and just like before, he climbed in through the window in the backyard.
Qin Bei felt a pang of fear and 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 damned bastards, you teamed up to fool me?"
"The surname is Qin."
The middle-aged woman appeared at some point, made a cup of coffee, stirred it gently with a spoon, and said softly, "You should pay your debt tonight."
"Ever since that day, my daughter has been thinking about you all the time, but you always deliberately avoid us. Now that you've come in person, don't even think about leaving."
The middle-aged woman looked up at Qin Bei. Her dense black hair spread along the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and her eyes seemed to be covered in ink.
A terrifying ghostly aura, mixed with resentment, emanated from the rotten body.
Qin Bei's eyes twitched wildly. He turned around and rushed towards a window desperately, but was repelled by an even more terrifying ghost power.
A layer of ghost energy enveloped the entire room. The swirling ghost energy turned into dense black rays of light, wrapping around Qin Bei.
Qin Bei had no chance to resist before his right hand was smashed into pieces and scattered on the ground.
Bang! In a corner not far away, a door suddenly opened, and a strong cold wind rushed out of 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 become extremely oppressive.
"My daughter is inviting you in."
"She has a lot to tell you."
The middle-aged woman spoke.
The ghost energy transformed into thousands of tiny black rays, penetrating Qin Bei's body surface. The nerves in his body were no longer under his control, and he walked towards the door step by step.
Qin Bei's eyes shrank into pinholes, and the corners of his mouth were pulled.
"Wait, if you want to pay me back, I can pay you back with something else, anything!"
"This is what my daughter wants most." The middle-aged woman said slowly, took a sip of the coffee at just the right temperature, seemed unsatisfied, and put two more pieces of rock sugar in it.
Qin Bei fought back desperately, but the more he fought, the more his body was torn apart, and every inch of his skin was cut by the blade-like light.
What’s even more terrifying is that although the nerves in the body are paralyzed, the nerve consciousness in the head is still very clear.
Qin Bei's scalp tingled. He looked at Qin Nuo and let out a hysterical roar: "Damn little bastard, I should have strangled you to death! And you stinky woman, I should have chopped you into pieces and flushed you down the toilet!"
Facing 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 calm and even had a hint of comfort as she enjoyed the nicotine spreading in her throat.
Qin Nuo was even more so, and said to Qin Bei: "Goodbye, don't be reborn as a human in your next life, you don't understand!"
No matter how hard Qin Bei shouted, how much he roared and cursed, he was unable to provoke Qin Nuo and Ling Xia's emotions.
Looking back, the darkness that was approaching little by little was like the gate of hell, and the eyes in the room were like the gaze of death.
When Qin Bei's body was swallowed by darkness, the sound stopped abruptly and the door slammed shut.
In the huge living room, the terrifying ghostly aura quickly dissipated, the doors and windows opened automatically, and the moonlight shone in again.
The middle-aged woman blew lightly, drank the five-cent sugar coffee in the cup, looked up at Qin Nuo and said, "Two guests, you can leave now."
Lingxia stood up, holding the bottle of wine in her hand: "Son, let's go back."
She took two steps, then stopped, shook the wine in her hand, and looked at the middle-aged woman: "Do you still have this kind of wine? It tastes very good."
"My husband, although not worth much, should be worth a few bottles of wine, right?"
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