I Play the Horror World as a Simulation Game

Li Tong looked at them, his face perhaps showing guilt towards his children, or perhaps indifference; his terrifying features made it impossible to discern any emotion.

"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 conceal his intentions, using cruel words to provoke his son, who was not yet twelve.

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

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

Dense black threads spread across his face as Li Xiaodong looked at Mo Fang, nearly collapsing, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Mo Fang met his gaze calmly, showing neither guilt nor regret.

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

"You've accumulated a lot of resentment over the years, haven't you? Imagined countless scenarios of killing me, right? Now you have the chance."

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

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

At that moment, as the ghost aura in the room thickened, 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 force landing on Qin Nuo, instantly flinging his frail body off the balcony.

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

The scene in the living room was completely covered by the pitch-black 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.

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

Some things are bound to happen sooner or later, like seeds planted that will inevitably bear certain fruits.

The actions 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 continued to 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 reconstituted family had lasted this long was a miracle in itself.

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

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

It was a complete mess.

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

With a click, the balcony doors and windows opened.

Qin Nuo walked in, stepping on the glass shards on the ground, making a crunching sound.

In the living room, Li Xiaodong and Li Xiaodie were nowhere to 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 of fragrant and sweet hot tea, drank it in one gulp, his expression wooden, as if savoring the taste.

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

Qin Nuo looked at him, the two father and son facing each other, with only indifference between them.

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

"I admit, I'm not a good man either. 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 collapsed onto the coffee table, instantly disintegrating into a pile of sand.

The clothes fell to the ground, and the sand emitted black 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 kitchen. As Qin Nuo looked over, he saw his mother, wearing a scarf, carrying a bowl of steaming hot tea, placing it on the table.

Then, she opened the cake box on the table, presenting a two-layer, three-pound cake in front of Qin Nuo.

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

She ignored these injuries, inserting candles 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, come 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 center, holding an elderly woman, both with happy smiles on their faces.

His mother asked expectantly, "Is it beautiful?"

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

"Make a wish quickly, blow out the candles 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 seconds, opened them and blew out the candles in one breath.

"Son, what did you wish for?" Seeing the black smoke rising from the extinguished candles, 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 come true."

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

Then, she picked up a plastic knife, cut a small piece of the cake, and placed it on a paper plate.

While untying her apron, she said, "The cream on the cake is too high, you can't eat too much. After eating the piece Mom 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 face increasing, 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 comfort.

"They say that when you look at someone often, 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 according to Mom's instructions, and you have grievances, but that's because Mom loves you too much."

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

"Mom, I..." Qin Nuo wanted to 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 shocking wounds like maggots gnawing at her body.

With her last 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 becomes in the end, I'll always keep you by my side, taking care of you as you grow..."

After saying this, the hand supporting 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 hourglass.

Qin Nuo watched this scene, 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 strange taste 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 back to my room."

Looking at the dissipating sand, Qin Nuo returned to 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.

Under the 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 changed slightly, his expression showing surprise.

Because from his perspective, the flowing blood tears seemed to form a pair of bloody hands, embracing 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 turned to dust, their lips curled slightly, showing a comforting smile.

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

Qin Nuo watched this scene, feeling inexplicably complex inside; perhaps this was the best outcome for them.

Retracting his gaze, he looked around the house.

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

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

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

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

When he extended 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 understood.

The problem was with that cup of tea!

He suddenly understood the meaning of Mo Fang's last words.

"I underestimated this madwoman's desire for control. Even in death, she wants to take her son with her, to continue being by his side..."

Qin Nuo's legs lost sensation, and he collapsed to the ground, his consciousness gradually becoming 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.

"Congratulations, Player, your role-playing degree has increased to 90%, achieving perfect role-playing, completing the first character role..."

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