I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game-Chapter 214: A son repays his father’s debts, like a shadow following the shape!

On the dimly lit dining table, a bloated corpse and a hunched old man created an atmosphere of ultimate horror.

Qin Nuo stopped eating, turned his gaze to the old man with pitch-black eyes, and said calmly, "Grandpa, I might have forgotten. Please remind me."

The old man stared at Qin Nuo, as if trying to see through him, and after a moment, he spoke, "Ah Le's parents haven't been home for a long time. Kids his age avoid him because he can't speak. You're his only playmate. On weekends, you often play together."

"That day, I wasn't home. You came to find Ah Le to play. Ah Le wanted to play hide and seek. When it was your turn to find him, he ran outside to hide in the alley."

"Then, he went to that well."

As the old man spoke, a strange light flickered in his dark eye sockets.

Qin Nuo's expression remained unchanged. He knew this wasn't as simple as it seemed.

"Your father came back at that time and happened to see my grandson Ah Le. I don't need to tell you what kind of person your father was. He had a bit to drink and vaguely remembered my grandson. He asked if my grandson was playing a game with you."

"My Ah Le was simple-minded and nodded. Your father laughed and said there was a place to hide where you would never find him. After the game, you'd be amazed. Then your father pointed to that well..."

"That day, my neighbors and I searched everywhere but couldn't find Ah Le. You were pulled away by your mother halfway through the search."

"A few days later, we found Xiaole. He was floating on the water in the well, bloated, just like this..."

The old man looked at the bloated corpse under the window. Qin Nuo's eye twitched, and he smiled, "Grandpa, how do you know all this so clearly?"

"One day, your father got drunk and talked about this with some people. He laughed, saying my Ah Le was an idiot, easily fooled into jumping into the well and drowning himself. He laughed loudly, not caring if others heard, without a hint of regret."

"What? Are you defending your father, thinking he's not that kind of person?"

The old man looked at Qin Nuo, small corpse spots crawling on his face, exuding a strong ghost aura.

Though there were no visible eyeballs in the sockets, Qin Nuo could feel the intense malice.

Qin Nuo shook his head, "I never thought my father was a good person. On the contrary, I've wanted to kill him with my own hands several times. I don't know if he's guilty of unforgivable sins, but he certainly doesn't deserve to be a father."

"My greatest shame is being his son!"

When talking about his father, Qin Nuo's face turned cold, and his voice trembled with intense hatred.

The murderous intent in his eyes was evident, not concealed at all.

He looked at the old man and said, "Grandpa, if you want revenge, go find him. I have nothing to do with him."

The old man ignored Qin Nuo's words, picked up his chopsticks, and slowly ate a piece of vegetable.

Qin Nuo watched the old man's movements closely.

After finishing the vegetable, the old man looked up and said, "The way you speak doesn't match your age."

Qin Nuo maintained his composure, "In such a family environment, with parents who are gamblers and neglect their son's life and death, compared to kids my age, maybe my way of speaking and expressing emotions is indeed more mature."

"A flower not sheltered in a greenhouse grows faster because the weak have already been eliminated."

"Do you think I'm right, Grandpa?"

Qin Nuo tilted his head and asked, his tone still childlike.

"Your words are impressive," the Blood-Eyed Ghost couldn't help but comment.

The old man seemed to snort coldly and said slowly, "You're slicker than I thought."

"Your father turned my grandson into this. I've tried to settle the score several times, but to no avail."

"Thinking about it, letting him die directly seems too easy. Wouldn't it be better for him to experience the pain of losing a son?"

The old man placed his chopsticks on the bowl, the corpse spots on his face becoming more pronounced, the darkness in his eyes flickering with eerie flames, the corpse aura and murderous intent filling the dining room.

Qin Nuo shifted slightly, saying, "Honestly, your wish might be in vain."

"My father doesn't even know what sadness is. Although I'm his biological son, I'm not even worth a bottle of his wine!"

"Would he grieve for my death? That's more of a joke."

"Child, your sweet words won't change the outcome tonight."

"From the moment you stepped through the door and sat at this table, there's no turning back."

The old man's hoarse voice echoed in the living room.

As Qin Nuo tensed up, he suddenly heard the sound of air being torn. As he turned his head, a bloated, bloodless hand reached for his face!

Reacting quickly, Qin Nuo leaned back, rolling on the ground.

Just as he got up, he saw the terrifying face of Ah Le, mouth open and drooling, lunging at him!

"My dear grandson Ah Le, didn't you say you felt lonely in that well? Once you bring your brother in, he can stay with you forever, and you won't be lonely anymore."

The old man spoke slowly.

"Haha!!"

The bloated corpse was incredibly heavy, making it difficult to breathe.

The sticky drool kept dripping from its mouth, making Qin Nuo feel nauseous. He struggled to free a hand, gripping Ah Le's throat with his fingers.

Dense black veins crawled, unleashing terrifying ghost power, sending Ah Le's body flying.

Qin Nuo got up and ran towards the door. Given his current role, he didn't want to get too entangled with the NPCs around these characters.

After just two steps, Ah Le lunged again, like a meat missile, smashing the bathroom door to pieces, and both fell inside.

At the dining table, the old man continued eating unhurriedly, saying, "Ah Le, be gentle with your brother."

As he spoke, the old man's wrinkled face twitched, as if sensing something.

He looked towards the door, finding it empty, the night swallowing it.

The old man's eyelids drooped as he withdrew his gaze, continuing to eat.

As he lowered his head, a woman with long hair silently stood behind him...

...

In the bathroom, Qin Nuo was knocked to the ground, the pain in his back making him gasp. This small body was still too fragile.

Ah Le's hands gripped Qin Nuo's neck tightly, his bulging eyes staring at him.

"Brother... can you stay with Ah Le... Ah Le is so lonely there..."

The pale, cracked mouth uttered indistinct words.

The bloodless, bloated hands were covered in bulging veins. Qin Nuo's face flushed red, and he spoke word by word, "Brother knows, but I'm sorry, I can't help!"

Freeing a hand, Qin Nuo opened his palm and said, "Ah Le, look at what I have in my hand, it's a gift for you!"

Ah Le turned to look at Qin Nuo's right palm, seeing two bone-white nails between his fingers.

His swollen face tilted, his bulging eyes seemingly filled with doubt and curiosity.

In the next instant, the two bone nails shot out like bullets, embedding into Ah Le's forehead.

Ah Le's body trembled, the strength in the water diminishing, and he fell to the side.

A large amount of well water seeped from his skin's pores, spreading on the floor.

The bloated corpse finally dehydrated, the swollen skin shrinking bit by bit.

In an instant, the corpse turned from bloated to mummified, soaking in the water, the shrunken flesh rotting like cracked earth... ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Cough, cough..."

Qin Nuo covered his throat with one hand, coughing violently, and got up.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Qin Nuo blinked, saying nothing.

In such an accident, the child was innocent, the source of evil was the adults.

Qin Bei led Ah Le to drown, and Ah Le's grandpa transferred his resentment to Qin Feng, but Qin Feng also lived in immense guilt and self-blame for a long time, even though he had nothing to do with it.

The child's mind was simple, Ah Le never held this resentment against Qin Feng. He just felt lonely and hoped Qin Feng would stay by his side to play with him, nothing more.

"Dealt with the small one, there's still an old one outside," the Blood-Eyed Ghost said.

"Let's deal with them together, hopefully without affecting the role I'm playing," Qin Nuo muttered, pulling out the Bone-Cracking Hammer and leaving the bathroom.

In the living room, the dishes on the dining table remained untouched, but the old man was nowhere to be seen.

"Where did he go?"

Qin Nuo's expression was slightly startled, his gaze moving through the surrounding darkness, some sounds coming from within.

Then a woman's figure slowly emerged from the darkness.

"Li Qianqian?"

Only she could follow like a shadow, but when the figure emerged, Qin Nuo was slightly stunned.

Qin Feng's mother staggered out, as if drunk, her hair disheveled, wearing a simple T-shirt and shorts, light makeup on her face, holding something in her hand, placing it on the dining table.

It was the old man's head!

Qin Nuo looked at the head, discreetly hiding the Bone-Cracking Hammer behind him, and asked, "What are you doing here?"

"I told you, when it gets dark, go home, don't stay in someone else's house."

"Especially this one."

Mother looked at Qin Nuo, her eyes devoid of blame or worry, speaking as calmly as water.

Qin Nuo remained silent.

Mother yawned, took a bottle of wine from the dining table, and said, "Let's go back."

She turned and walked towards the door, leaving one more sentence, "Also, bring the dishes from the table back, I'm hungry."

With that, she disappeared towards the door.

Qin Nuo looked at the dining table, falling into silence...

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