[Game Tips: Please continue to complete the copy [Evil Ghost] and the mission [Survival]...]

A small hole was poked into the blue-white window paper by a scaly finger. Then, an eyeball with a golden iris was attached and turned left and right.

The fragments of clothes scattered from the door to the end of the bed, the wet stains on the floor, the red bed curtain that had fallen over a corner, and the fallen pillows were all caught in its sight.

Finally, its eyes stopped on the young man in the middle. He was not sleeping peacefully, his face was stained with wet tears, and his bare feet protruding from the quilt were also covered with scars, like a flower that had been damaged by wind and rain.

The petals have absorbed enough water, and the slender and weak branches cannot bear it and fall tremblingly.

【???Beishan's malice toward you has reached the point of hatred. Your fickle stepmother took advantage of him and then turned around and threw herself into the arms of her father.】

[Randomly drawing???an ability of Beishan.]

[Congratulations on obtaining the weakened version of Bei Shan’s skill [Cooking], skill introduction, you can skillfully cook home-cooked dishes that are not very tasty. 】

Lan Min, who was awakened by the continuous sound of game prompts, thought in her heart:?!

The golden eyes stared at the sleeping young man for a while, and then left.

Beishan was no longer a human being, but he didn't know what kind of monster he was. Lan Min opened his eyes with difficulty, and an evil ghost appeared in the bedside mirror.

Lan Min tried to sit up in her pajamas, but found that she could not complete this action.

He fell weakly onto the soft red quilt, opened his mouth, and wanted to shout something, but his throat was so dry that no sound came out.

So tired and so hungry.

Lan Min lowered his eyelashes. In the quiet bedroom, he couldn't hear any other sound except his own weak breathing, but he knew that the evil ghost was in the bedroom.

He used his index finger to write stroke by stroke on the vermilion quilt.

"Where are you?"

The weak wind picked up a strand of white hair beside Lan Min's ear and blew the tip of the hair to his cheek.

It was a bit itchy. Lan Min frowned at first, and as the hair tips moved regularly on his cheeks, he realized that this was an evil spirit using his hair to write words on his face.

"Look in the mirror."

Lan Min turned his head, and the evil ghost appeared in the mirror at the end of the bed.

Lan Min glanced at it, turned back indifferently, and wrote on the quilt: "Where is Beishan?"

The evil ghost that had just smiled froze, and the smile on its face disappeared. It narrowed its eyes and looked at the wife with whom it was still loving last night.

The tail of her hair fell on her cheeks quickly and heavily.

"What's the meaning?"

Lan Min touched his stinging cheek, his eyes flashed, "I'm hungry."

"You can't seem to come out during the day. I'm very hungry now and need to eat, but you can't do it."

He lowered his fingers seriously, not paying attention to the evil ghost's increasingly worse expression. He didn't seem to care much. Every stroke on the quilt was catalyzing the evil ghost's anger. "During the day, you seemed to be like me."

You are still a waste. I still want to get dressed and take a look at the scenery outside, but you can't do it for me. So, I need Beishan to take care of me."

The white-haired young man did not hesitate at all when he wrote, and his attitude was as if it was natural for him to ask his stepson to take care of him in front of his husband.

His wife is becoming more and more unruly and unscrupulous, dancing on his bottom line.

It seems that he only needs to take care of his people, and it doesn't matter who that person is.

It can be it - the evil ghost.

It could also be its son - Beishan.

The evil ghost stared at the young man who was lying weakly on the quilt. He was so weak. Just lying so quietly, his vitality seemed to be passing away. Seeing him made people think of withering and death for no reason. Even babies

They are all stronger than him.

As he said, he couldn't live on his own.

But unfortunately, it cannot bear the death of young people.

"I don't know where Beishan is."

The tips of his hair flexibly swept across Lan Min's cheek, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

The evil ghost's answer was a kind of surrender and an admission of its uselessness.

"He is your son, and you don't even know where he is."

The devil is silent.

Yesterday, it snatched Lan Mo back, and Beishan turned into a monster and jumped off the cliff with a green coffin. It didn't know where Beishan was.

"Then what should I do?" Lan Min frowned and sighed, looking distressed, and put a hand on his lower abdomen, "I'm going to starve to death."

Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he scratched the quilt with his fingertips, writing: "Go find your neighbor and let him take care of me -"

His fingertips paused and the light in his eyes went out, "No, you can't seem to see anyone during the day. You should have been asked to pretend to be Beishan to find your neighbor last night."

Each one is like a knife piercing the evil spirit's heart. It is its uselessness that makes the wife suffer.

"I'd better sleep. When I fall asleep, I won't be hungry anymore," Lan Min finally wrote.

Lan Min pulled the quilt, covered her body, and closed her eyes.

After a while, he opened his eyes again and looked at the evil ghost in the mirror, "Can you hide it in the mirror here? I can't sleep."

A gust of wind touched Lan Min's eyelids, and the evil ghost's figure in the mirror flickered and disappeared.

The eyeball on the window stuck up again. After confirming that the evil spirit had left, the scaly monster jumped in from the window.

Beishan's movements were large, but when he landed, he was as light as a cat.

He kicked off the clothes beside the bed, stretched out his palms, and pinched the neck of Lan Min, who had been awakened.

He hasn't treated Lan Min so roughly for a long time.
Chapter completed!