Li Tong looked at them, his face perhaps showing guilt towards his children, or perhaps indifference; his terrifyiures made it impossible to dis aion.

  "That's right, your biological mother is right behind there, shattered piece by piece by the woman in front of you, hidden within the walls!"

  Li Tong made no effort to ceal his iions, using cruel words to provoke his son, who was not yet twelve.

  Li Xiaodong, unlike Li Xiaodie, who was still naive, had long harbored suspis due to Mo Fang's treatment of them over the years.

  Once, he had hoped for the day his biological mother would e to take them away, never imagining that she had been with them all along in another form.

  Dense bck threads spread across his face as Li Xiaodong looked at Mo Fang, nearly colpsing, his eyes filled with murderous i.

  Mo Fa his gaze calmly, showiher guilt nret.

  She aowledged that she was a madwoman, having resolved herself when Li Tong did everything to her, foreseeing any tragedy that might occur.

  "You've accumuted a lot of rese over the years, haven't you? Imagined tless sarios of killing me, right? Now you have the ce."

  Mo Fang looked at Li Xiaodong, no expnation, didly admitting everything.

  "A life for a life. The way my mom died back then is how you'll die!" Li Xiaodong stared at her ily, while Li Xiaodie tugged at him from behind, feeling a bit scared, vaguely aware that something terrible was happening.

  This se brought a relieved smile to Li Tong's face: "Finally, it's all ing to an end."

  At that moment, as the ghost aura in the room thied, it was like a drop of ink falling into clear water, turning it murky and unclear.

  Mo Fang suddenly raised her hand and waved, an invisible fording on Qin Nuo, instantly flinging his frail body off the baly.

  Immediately after, with two loud bangs, the doors and windows shut tightly!

  The se in the living room was pletely covered by the pitch-bck ghost aura, making it impossible to see anything.

  Angry roars emanated from within, followed by various horrifying crashing sounds and the shattering of objects.

  Qin Nuo tried to open the floor-to-ceiling window, but it was sealed shut, as if glued.

  Iy, he could easily open it with his right hand, but sidering Li Xiaoming's role, he dismissed the idea.

  Some things are bound to happen sooner or ter, like seeds phat will iably bear certain fruits.

  The as of Li Tong and Mo Fang would eventually bring about a day when they would pay the corresponding price.

  No matter who survived in the end or how things tio unfold, it didn't matter much to Qin Nuo, as it wouldn't affect his portrayal of Li Xiaoming.

  In fact, the fact that such a bizarre restituted family had sted this long was a miracle in itself.

  After an unknown amount of time, the otion in the living room gradually subsided, eventually returning to silence.

  The dense ghost aura also began to thin out, and the se in the living room gradually became clear.

  It was a plete mess.

  All the furniture and appliances had suffered severe damage, with debris scattered everywhere, as if a fierce gunfight had just taken pce, even the walls were severely damaged.

  With a click, the baly doors and windows opened.

  Qin Nuo walked in, stepping on the gss shards on the ground, making a g sound.

  In the living room, Li Xiaodong and Li Xiaodie were o be found.

  Mo Fang was also missing.

  Li Tong sat by the coffee table, showing no signs of injury, not even a tear in his clothes.

  He brewed tea for himself, poured a cup rant and sweet hot tea, drank it in one gulp, his expression wooden, as if sav the taste.

  After a moment, he looked up, his gray face crag like dried mud, with cracks spreading across his face.

  Qin Nuo looked at him, the two father and son fag each other, with only indiffereween them.

  "You're just like your damned mother, with eyes that are equally detestable."

  "I admit, I'm not a good maher. This retribution now feels more like a relief to me..."

  As he spoke, his face was already covered with tiny cracks, and as he opened his mouth, he colpsed onto the coffee table, instantly disiing into a pile of sand.

  The clothes fell to the ground, and the saed bck gas, gradually dissipating into the air.

  "Being imprisoned by a hated woman for so long, now turning to dust, it truly is a relief," Qin Nuo murmured to himself.

  He looked around but did not find his mother's body.

  Instead, there was a noise from the kit. As Qin Nuo looked over, he saw his mother, wearing a scarf, carrying a bowl of steaming hot tea, pg it oable.

  Then, she opehe cake box oable, presenting a two-yer, three-pound cake in front of Qin Nuo.

  On his mother's body, there were various shog injuries, and the same cracks were spreading across her delicate face.

  She ighese injuries, iing dles into the cream one by one, lighting them with a lighter.

  Looking at the brightly lit cake, his mother smiled happily, calling Qin Nuo over: "Son, e and see, isn't the cake Mom ordered for you beautiful?"

  Qin Nuo looked at her expression and walked over.

  The cake was surrounded by fruit pieces, with a tall young man in the ter, holding an elderly woman, both with happy smiles on their faces.

  His mother asked expetly, "Is it beautiful?"

  Qin Nuo nodded, "It's very beautiful."

  "Make a wish quickly, blow out the dles after making a wish, or they'll go out!" His mother patted Qin Nuo's hair, showing a doting smile.

  Qin Nuo paused, closed his eyes, and after a few seds, opehem and blew out the dles in one breath.

  "Son, what did you wish for?" Seeing the bck smoke rising from the extinguished dles, his mother couldn't help but ask.

  Qin Nuo was about to speak, but his mother stopped him, smiling: "Better not say it, if you say it, the wish won't e true."

  "Mom and you have a e, I guess what my good son wished for."

  Then, she picked up a pstiife, cut a small piece of the cake, and pced it on a paper pte.

  While untying her apron, she said, "The cream on the cake is too high, you 't eat too much. After eating the pie cut for you, drink that cup of tea, and you'll feel better."

  His mother sat down beside him, resting her cheek on her hand, tilting her head to look at Qin Nuo, the cracks on her facreasing, her skin peeling off like dry leaves.

  She looked at Qin Nuo, her eyes devoid of light, but Qin Nuo could feel that it was a gaze of fort.

  "They say that when you look at someoen, you don't notice their growth. Unknowingly, I realized my son has grown so much."

  "Maybe sometimes, you feel that Mom is too strict, that you must do everything acc to Mom's instrus, and you have grievances, but that's because Mom loves you too much."

  "Don't bme Mom for letting you grow up in such a family."

  "Mom, I..." Qin Nuo wao say something but found he didn't know what to say.

  His mother didn't mind, smoothing the hair by her earlobe, looking at Qin Nuo with eyes full of tenderness, the shog wounds like maggots gnawing at her body.

  With her st bit of strength, she said with difficulty, "Eat the cake first, Mom is a bit tired, I'll take a nap."

  "Don't worry, no matter what Mom bees in the end, I'll always keep you by my side, taking care of you as you grow..."

  After saying this, the hand supp her face fell, and as her head hit the table, her whole body turned into a pile of sand, flowing down from the table like an hss.

  Qin Nuo watched this se, silent for a long time.

  After a while, he picked up the knife and fork, cut a small piece of cake, and put it in his mouth to chew.

  The cream was rich, without the straaste of human fat that Qin Nuo had imagined.

  Swallowing the piece of cake, Qin Nuo picked up the cup of tea, took a sip, and the sweetness washed away the creamy taste.

  "Mom, I'm going bay room."

  Looking at the dissipating sand, Qin Nuo returo his room.

  On the wall, the mural had two lines of blood tears that had solidified, the damaged eyes making the entire mural look even more horrifying.

  Uhe wall, Li Xiaodong held Li Xiaodie, the siblings appearing to be asleep, their eyes closed, expressions peaceful.

  On their faces, the same dense cracks were climbing.

  The two lines of blood tears that should have solidified were eerily flowing again at this moment, seemingly alive, flowing around the siblings.

  Qin Nuo's eyes ged slightly, his expression showing surprise.

  Because from his perspective, the flowing blood tears seemed to form a pair of bloody hands, embrag their children.

  Whether it was an illusion or something else, Li Xiaodong and Li Xiaodie seemed to feel their mother's embrace, and as they turo dust, their lips curled slightly, showing a f smile.

  In the end, there were only two piles of scattered sa...

  Qin Nuo watched this se, feeling inexplicably plex inside; perhaps this was the best oute for them.

  Retrag his gaze, he looked around the house.

  "Now, in this house, only Li Xiaoming is left; this role should be sidered plete, right?"

  As he thought this, Qin Nuo suddenly staggered, leaning against the door.

  A tearing pain spread across his chest, ing the vitality of this body.

  Blood flowed from his nose, mouth, eyes, and ears.

  Wheended his hands, he could clearly see his skin peeling off, cracks spreading all around.

  Feeling the sweetness in his throat that hadn't faded, Qin Nuo immediately uood.

  The problem was with that cup of tea!

  He suddenly uood the meaning of Mo Fang's st words.

  "I uimated this madwoman's desire for trol. Even ih, she wants to take her son with her, to tinue being by his side..."

  Qin Nuo's legs lost sensation, and he colpsed to the ground, his sciousness gradually being blurred.

  Gasping for breath, Qin Nuo tried to make a sound, but only a weak rasp came out.

  Lying on the ground, as his vision darkened, on the brink of death, a familiar voice faintly echoed in Qin Nuo's mind.

  "gratutions, Pyer, your role-pying degree has increased to 90%, achieving perfect role-pying, pleting the first character role..."

  JOSOLUNA