Qin Bei stared blankly at the two reflective Ghost Currency coins on the table. Unlike before, seeing his son so decisive this ti made him feel a bit wary.
Qin Nuo looked at him with a mocking smile, "What’s wrong? Afraid to take them? Weren’t you always so tough?"
Qin Bei twisted his neck and squinted, "You’re not the sa as usual this ti. What are you plotting?"
Qin Nuo shook his head, sat down on the sofa, and continued to taunt, "Cowardly and greedy, how did a piece of trash like you survive this long?"
Qin Bei's face darkened, and he wiped the bloodstain from his right eye with his thumb, his eyes filled with gloom, "Consider this money your father's dical expenses. If you dare to sche again, I'll gouge out both your eyes!"
As he spoke, his hand quickly reached for the money on the table.
A crumpled stack of Ghost Currency was grabbed in his palm. Just as Qin Bei was about to lift his hand, a cold glint flashed by. Even though his reaction was fast, he was still a step too slow.
The cold light flickered, a fountain of blood erupted, and the hand remained on the table, its fingers tightly clutching the Ghost Currency.
Sohow, another knife had appeared in Qin Nuo's hand, its blade dripping with fresh blood. He remarked, "I have to say, the knives at ho are quite sharp!"
Looking at the severed hand, thick veins bulged on Qin Bei's face, and his expression turned completely sinister, "Seems like I've been away from ho too long, and the brat's wings have hardened!"
"Just like that damned woman, you both want dead, right? Tonight, I can give you that chance!"
Qin Nuo remained calm, "You're not the only ones who want you dead."
"The neighbor said you borrowed sothing from her. When will you return it?"
"That old woman?"
Qin Bei seed to rember sothing and sneered, "I did borrow sothing from her back then. It was worth quite a bit and kept happy for a while. Could you thank her for ?"
Qin Nuo pulled another fruit knife from the sofa's crevice and said leisurely, "I think it would be better if you thanked her in person!"
With one eye blinded and a hand severed, Qin Bei's face showed no sign of pain. Instead, he resembled an enraged beast, with a clear intent to kill in his eyes.
Qin Nuo gripped the fruit knife tightly, his calm gaze carrying a sharp glint.
In the dimly lit living room, their eyes clashed, and the intense killing intent seed to lower the surrounding air temperature.
If you weren't involved, who would imagine this was a father and son?
Whoosh!
A gust of night wind suddenly blew outside the window, causing the curtains to flutter.
"ow—"
A sharp cat's ow broke the stalemate in the room.
Both turned their heads to see a black cat climbing onto the balcony.
The black cat belonged to the middle-aged woman next door, its eyes like black agate, staring intently at Qin Bei.
Qin Bei seed to realize sothing, a hint of dread on his face, as he suddenly grabbed the severed hand from the table.
Qin Nuo turned his head just in ti to see Qin Bei dart out the window at an incredible speed, disappearing into the darkness!
"He ran away just like that. What is he afraid of?"
Puzzled, Qin Nuo's gaze returned to the black cat on the balcony. The cat licked its paw, and behind it, a shadow suddenly appeared.
It looked like a child's figure, with the black cat snuggling obediently in the child's arms. The child stared at Qin Nuo for a mont before leaving with the cat.
Another night breeze swept through, leaving nothing behind, as if what they had just seen was rely an illusion.
"Such intense resentnt..."
Qin Nuo wore a contemplative expression, seemingly guessing sothing.
"Why not use your grueso tools to let that scumbag taste so real pain?" the Blood-Eyed Ghost asked.
Qin Nuo replied, "This is an NPC directly related to the role I'm playing. Using those ghost creatures would lead to imdiate failure if anything big happens. I can't take that risk."
If it weren't for this concern, he could make Qin Bei question his life with just one right hand, teaching him how to be a good father!
"How boring, having to worry about this and that!" the Blood-Eyed Ghost shook his head.
At that mont, there was a knock at the door.
Qin Nuo walked over to open it, revealing the middle-aged woman.
She was still dressed glamorously, even at night, with heavy makeup that made her look unsettling.
"You must have seen my daughter, right?"
Qin Nuo glanced at the balcony and said, "I suppose I have. And then?"
"She slled your father's scent and ran out from ho. It's a pity your father always runs so fast," the middle-aged woman said with a hint of regret.
"Feel free to look for him. It has nothing to do with ," Qin Nuo said indifferently.
"But my daughter plans to shift her target to you."
Qin Nuo frowned.
That little girl was a vengeful ghost, and her resentnt was extrely intense, at least at the Horror Level or above, even the Blood-Eyed Ghost wouldn't dare to be careless.
Qin Bei must have done sothing to her, causing her resentnt to be so deep!
At first, he thought the middle-aged woman had so perverse interest in young boys, but now it seed she was seeking him out entirely because of her daughter.
"Every grievance has its perpetrator. Your daughter is being a bit unreasonable," Qin Nuo lowered his voice.
The middle-aged woman's red lips curled into a mocking smile, "If you knew what your father did, you definitely wouldn't say that."
Qin Nuo took a step back, sensing sothing ominous.
But upon further thought, it seed like a win-win situation.
"I want to ask, what did that scumbag do to your family?"
Hearing this, the middle-aged woman's expression softened slightly, "Co to my house tomorrow, and I'll tell you."
"Even if I let your family go, my daughter won't. So, you'd better co."
"Alright, since we're neighbors, we should visit each other and strengthen friendly relations, right?" Qin Nuo tried to speak on a friendly note.
The middle-aged woman's smile vanished, and she turned and left without a word.
Qin Nuo closed the door, cursing under his breath, "Damn it, I really want to chop off Qin Bei's head and send it over. How many people has this guy offended?"
"A mountain of grudges and debts, being his son is the worst luck!"
He acts tough at ho, but when enemies co knocking, he runs faster than anyone!
Qin Nuo returned to the living room, his face dark, and picked up the blood-stained fruit knife from the floor.
Planning to wash the knife and go to bed, he suddenly heard another knock at the door.
"Who is it this ti? Could that middle-aged woman have co back?"
Hesitant, Qin Nuo walked toward the door...
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