Antique Shop Zero: Disfigured School Beauty Becomes a Succubus to Pay Off Debts

Evening, South China Sea, geriatric hospital.

The emaciated old man lay in the hospital bed.

"My son, I want a drink of water."

The voice was hoarse and dry, like the muffled sobs of an old man who had lost his teeth.

Beside the hospital bed, a man in his thirties with dyed blond hair and tattoos on his arms stared intently at his phone, his two thumbs rapidly tapping away.

"Go! Lu Ban, you take the hit!"

The old man thought his son hadn't heard him, so he swallowed hard and tried to speak louder:

"My son! Could you please give me a sip of water?"

He knew his son had heard him, so his tone became more pleading.

He is in very poor health, so poor that he might die tomorrow.

At that moment, he just wanted to drink some water.

A bead of sweat trickled down the blond man's temple as he worked, saying:

"Baby, don't be afraid, your husband is coming to save you right away!"

A sweet female voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Honey, is your dad calling you?"

The blond man paused for a moment, then quickly explained:

"You misheard. That's my family's old security guard, talking to his son. He didn't call me."

As I told you, in reality I'm a second-generation rich kid, and my parents are often on business trips in the United States.

I'm the only one living in my family's 700-square-meter villa.

Lu Ban, who had been verbally abused by him, finally couldn't take it anymore:

"Go to hell! You played terribly, and you still have the nerve to brag about it?"

The blond-haired man said angrily:

"I'm not bragging. If you don't believe me, add me on WeChat and check out my Moments!"

Have you, a poor person, ever seen a 700-square-meter villa? Have you ever driven a Ferrari with one hand?!

The other teammates also couldn't stand the blond man's attitude and started swearing at him.

The blond man shut his mouth.

It's not that I don't want to talk to them, it's that I'm scared.

He's fine if it's just one person; he can talk back. But if three people are insulting him, he'll be scared.

The game ended amidst laughter and joy.

The blond-haired man stared blankly at the screen, his body beginning to tremble.

That's just how he is; he only turns from fear to anger after everything is over.

The blond-haired man glared angrily at the old man:

"You old fool, it's all your fault! Why are you calling your mother that?!"

The old man's mouth dropped open in astonishment, his eyes filled with fear.

Since he got sick, his son has been scolding him and sometimes even hitting him.

The old man closed his mouth, his lips moved for a long time, and he lowered his head:

"Son, I'm dying. I don't want to trouble you. I just want a sip of water. I'm so thirsty."

"Drink, drink, drink! I'll let you drink!"

The blond-haired man grabbed a glass of water and splashed it all over the old man.

"Drink your mother to death, hurry up and die, so I can make some money from your funeral. Consider it a service you've done for me."

The old man was covered with a wet blanket, his eyes filled with disappointment.

The blond-haired man threw the blanket on the old man's head:

"If it weren't for the security cameras here, I'd beat you to death, you old bastard!"

After venting his anger, the blond man felt better, turned around, and went out to the bathroom to smoke.

The old man remained silent, gazing at the setting sun, missing his deceased wife.

Suddenly, a shadow swept past the window.

The old man froze, his old eyes following the movement of the shadow.

The shadow stopped on the wall and gradually transformed into a clown-like smiling face.

Beside the smiling face, the shadow began to split, move, and reshape, forming several characters.

"Game start!"

The exclamation mark is so big it's exaggerated, like a teacher writing "children's characters" on the blackboard at a kindergarten social event.

The old man had clearly witnessed this bizarre scene before.

"I really didn't want to cause you any trouble."

The old man muttered to himself, his eyes gradually turning fierce.

He grabbed the damp blanket and sucked some water from the cotton.

It felt like drinking a large bowl of strong liquor.

The old man pulled out the IV needle from his hand, leaned against the wall, and limped away.

His destination was the Black Rose Manor in the suburbs of the South China Sea.

......

South China Sea, old town, a single-story house.

Happy birthday, Xiao Le!

The room was very simple, with yellowish walls and many cigarette burn marks on the linoleum on the cement floor, probably left by the previous tenant.

However, it was very clean overall and had a fresh scent of laundry detergent.

The table was laden with delicious food.

Chicken drumsticks, stir-fried cabbage, spicy tofu, and egg drop soup.

The ingredients for these dishes together cost only thirty yuan.

For an average girl, thirty yuan is just the price of a cup of milk tea.

However, for the two sisters, Li Xiaoan and Li Xiaole, this was a rare treat of meat.

Li Xiaole, the younger sister, sat in a chair, leaning weakly against the backrest. She grinned. (The text then abruptly shifts to a seemingly unrelated topic: "Set as homepage to get daily updates on works like 'Zero Antique Shop: Disfigured School Beauty Turns into a Succubus to Pay Off Debts.'")

Although her facial muscles are not coordinated and her smile looks strange, it is still very radiant.

Li Xiaoan mysteriously took a small gift box out of his pocket:

"There's a birthday present!"

Li Xiaole looked at her sister with a puzzled expression.

Is that too extravagant?

Li Xiaoan said with a grin:

"This was given to you by an older brother. I have one too."

The suspicion in Li Xiaole's eyes deepened.

Who in this world would still care about the two sisters?

Apart from that lecherous landlord.

I get annoyed just thinking about that guy.

Aside from calling himself a cripple, he enjoys peeping at his sister changing clothes or eavesdropping on their late-night conversations by leaning against the wall.

However... the cost is quite high, and this cost has nothing to do with money.

Could it be that older brother?

Li Xiaole watched her sister open the gift box, her eyes filled with delight.

It's...it's a lipstick!

She has never worn lipstick!

Li Xiaoan picked up the lipstick and carefully applied it to Li Xiaole's lips:

"A meal that looks beautiful is a meal prepared in a neat and tidy manner!"

No one told them that girls usually wipe off their lipstick before eating.

Firstly, because lipstick will get on chopsticks when eating, and secondly, because eating lipstick is bad for your health.

Li Xiaoan looked at Li Xiaole's red lips and chuckled:

"The little girl has grown up so much, she's so beautiful!"

Li Xiaole lowered her eyes shyly and chuckled.

Due to ALS, the muscles in my mouth have become difficult to control, and my laughter sounds silly.

Li Xiaoan picked up his chopsticks to feed his younger sister:

"Come on, let's eat. After we eat, I'll carry you for a drive!"

Li Xiaole shook his head laboriously, and said indistinctly:

"Come on, let's eat together!"

Li Xiaoan paused for a moment, then a gentle smile appeared on her face:

"Okay, okay, let's eat together, whatever you say."

Li Xiaoan handed the chopsticks to Li Xiaole.

Li Xiaole's fingers seemed inseparable as he struggled to grip the chopsticks, trembling as he reached them into the plate of chicken legs.

I can't get it out.

Li Xiaole's face turned red as he gripped the chopsticks and stabbed them hard into the chicken leg, securing them in place. He then carefully withdrew the chopsticks, preparing to open his mouth and take a bite.

Li Xiaoan's eyes revealed emotion and relief.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open violently!

Li Xiaole was startled and fell off the chair, dropping the chicken leg to the ground.

Li Xiaoan exclaimed in surprise and rushed to help his sister, while angrily looking towards the door.

The visitor was a middle-aged man in his forties.

He was wearing cotton pajamas with a down jacket over them, and he ducked as he entered the room.

"Hiss, why is this room so cold for the two of you?"

I'm renting this house to you two so cheaply because I feel sorry for you.

You two can't let this cause me trouble!

He is the landlord.

If Li Xiaole could speak normally, he would have already cursed the landlord's ancestors for eighteen generations.

Don't you have any idea why your house is rented out so cheaply?

Putting aside the fact that the walls are drafty, let's talk about what your house was like at the beginning.

The floor was covered in grime, and the kitchen was smeared with black grease.

My sister has done a really good job of making this place habitable.

Li Xiaoan said coldly:

"What are you doing? You scared my sister!"

The landlord glanced at Li Xiaole and said disdainfully:

"She's paralyzed, how could she be scared?"

Don't try to scam me, I'm not falling for that.

Li Xiaoan was so angry that his chest heaved.

The landlord looked at Li Xiaoan, but the look in his eyes was no longer what it used to be. Only disdain:

"You're about to die, move out now, don't ruin the feng shui of my house."

Li Xiaole was stunned for a moment, then spoke angrily:

"You're talking nonsense, what?"

The landlord scoffed:

"Ask your sister if it's true that it's late-stage cervical cancer."

Li Xiaole stared at her sister in utter shock.

Is my sister... going to die?

Li Xiaoan remembered.

I called the doctor for a consultation last night.

The question is whether there are any medications that can sustain their lives, and how much they would cost.

It seems that Dong was eavesdropping on his phone call again, lying in wait by the wall.

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