Dingdang.

The red hairpin fell to the ground and rolled, and the collision between metal and the floor made a crisp sound.

Qin Nuo looked at the hair that continued to scatter, with a hint of weird expression.

Why can't I tick it up?

It’s not that the hair is too smooth or that’s a problem with technique, but it just can’t be tied up.

It was unexpected, but reasonable. Qin Nuo expected that it would not be so simple, otherwise the guys in front would not end in failure.

He picked up the red hairpin on the ground again. At this time, Qin Nuo heard some strange sounds.

The sound of the chair twisting was the bride moving, and the bride's graceful body wrapped in the wedding dress was twisting slightly, as if the chair suddenly became uncomfortable.

At this time, the faint fragrance between Qin Nuo's nose disappeared, and a smell of odor filled with it.

Under his eyes, the originally fair skin on the back of the bride's neck suddenly appeared with blue veins like tree roots, spreading forked.

Under the red veil, some strange sounds were made, sounding like teeth grinding, chewing some food.

Qin Nuo looked at the bride who seemed to be lying a zombie and felt uneasy and glanced at the prophecy board on the table.

A few crooked words slowly emerged above.

"You... hurt me."

At this time, the game panel also popped up.

"Note: Your irregular behaviors made the bride very dissatisfied. Her rude movements hurt her, and her anger value increased by ten points!"

"Please regulate the operation, otherwise something horrible will happen!"

"It's a bit pretentious, I'm angry." Qin Nuo certainly didn't dare to say it, but just thought so in his heart.

At this time, some movement came from behind, and it turned out that the groom in the corner had some movement.

His drooping head swayed slightly, more like a spasm, as if he wanted to lift his head up.

A pair of hands and ten fingers of the black nails were closed together and rubbed, making a harsh sound.

Qin Nuo looked at it and suddenly noticed the prophecy board on the table, and flotation a few more words again.

"You... are not allowed to touch her again! Otherwise, you will die miserably!"

The twisted words are filled with anger and threat.

Qin Nuo looked at these words and became even more confused.

Looking at the meaning of the word, the groom pampered his wife very much and even had excessive possessiveness, so he could not allow other men to touch a hair.

But in the previous thriller story, the bride and groom never met once, and the groom still killed the bride on the night of getting married.

Without a emotional foundation, where can you get pampering?

The groom's reaction was even bigger than the bride and was obviously more excited.

Qin Nuo glanced at the time, and in just a moment, three minutes had passed.

There was not much time for him to slowly think about the puzzled parts.

He held the red hairpin, and the tips of countless information panels, and on the prophecy board, the expression of the bride's anger, and the expression of the threat of the groom, continued to repeat the same operation.

With his hair tied up, Qin Nuo's movements in his hands became more delicate and gentle.

When the red hairpin was worn on the ***, Qin Nuo let go of his hand, the same result was still the same. His hair immediately spread out and fell down like a waterfall. The red hairpin fell to the ground.

Still failed.

Gaga.

Some voices came immediately.

It was the sound of the groom's teeth grinding, his hands and feet began to twitch, and the sound of twisting bones and joints was very clear.

It was like being pressed by something, he struggled to stand up.

The terrifying head almost successfully lifted several times, and the rotten terrifying face was vaguely visible.

Qin Nuo looked at it and couldn't help saying, "Just tie your hair, why are you excited?"

"If you were cuckolded, what would that be?"

Turning her head to look at the bride beside her, she also reacted. The veins in her neck became denser and denser, and there was ulceration and black blood flowing out.

Under the red veil, some very slight hoarse sounds were made, and blood dripped out of it.

On the prophecy board, the bride's words continued to appear, filled with anger: "You have hurt me! It hurts so much!"

The groom's words continued to appear: "When I stand up, I must break your neck!"

Game panel: "Note that the player has made mistakes again, and the bride's anger value continues to increase by ten points!"

All the prompts appeared, reminding Qin Nuo that he was playing with fire and was in the minefield.

And six minutes have passed.

The last four minutes left!

The situation began to be a little critical.

But Qin Nuo still remained calm. He was already used to this situation, so he naturally did not panic. At worst, he could just eliminate it.

Although the repeated operations still have the same result, Qin Nuo discovered more strange and strange things.

"The game prompt, why just say the bride's anger value? The groom is obviously even more excited, but he just jumps up and jumps up and fights hard."

He looked at the groom.

Looking at the groom's twitching hands and feet.

The sign of spasm was more like being afraid of something, rather than being angry because the bride was touched by someone's hair.

Why are you afraid?

Because that night, I killed my wife with my own hands, and now she has become a ghost, afraid that she will take revenge and kill her husband?

Qin Nuo guessed and looked back at the prophecy board on the table.

The bride's words were nothing else, she only hurt me repeatedly.

But her movements were obviously even lighter, and she didn't even directly remove her scalp.

Or is there any other reason for this pain?

While thinking, Qin Nuo picked up the red hairpin in his hand. The white pearl decoration on the head of the hairpin looked very luxurious, but it seemed that there were some shortcomings.

Wiping a corner with his fingers, it was rough and not lubricated, Qin Nuo found that the corner seemed to be broken.

That is to say, is this hairpin incomplete?

Where did the other part go?

Qin Nuo raised his eyebrows and continued to look at the font on the prophecy board, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The bride kept saying that she was hurting her, and that was a headache. Could it be that another part was in her head?

Time flies, and my fingers push my hair open. Qin Nuo touches the soft part. When he takes it out, his fingers are covered with blood.

"It's true."

Qin Nuo's movements became even bigger. When he pulled apart more hair, he clearly saw a completely rotten scalp, and an inconspicuous blood hole was hidden in it.

At this time, a few more words appeared on the prophecy board that hurt me!

And extremely twisted.

Anger overflows between the words.

"I'm offended, I'm going to help you."

Qin Nuo said, not caring about the nausea, and used his fingers to pull out the wound, took out a piece of tweezers from the toolbar, and began to take the things in his head.

Hurry!

The bride's resistance became even greater.

The ornaments on the table were scattered on the ground, and the candles were swaying in the cold wind.

The dense blood words "I hurt me" appeared on the prophecy board, as if they were roaring and screaming shrillly.

In the corner, the groom had raised his head and his rotten face toward Qin Nuo, with a monstrous murderous intent and a certain fear.

The game panel also kept warning Qin Nuo, prompting him to play with fire.

But Qin Nuo turned a blind eye to these things, and he only believed in his own judgment.

He was sweating profusely, and his fingers touched the rotten flesh and blood, which made people feel very uncomfortable, but within a few minutes, he successfully found the thing in his head and took it out.

It's the other half, the same red hairpin.

It turns out that this is a double hairpin!

No wonder I can't tie my hair up.

When it was taken out, the bride's reaction calmed down a little bit again, and the twisted font on the prophecy board began to slowly disappear.

"It's taken out, isn't it much more comfortable?"

Qin Nuo breathed a sigh of relief, his hands were covered with blood, and even some rotten meat. The back of the bride's head was already unbearable, but it was completely covered under her hair.

The bride became quiet, but the groom there became even more irritable. His muscles were twitching, trying to get out of the chair little by little to stop Qin Nuo's behavior.

Qin Nuo ignored it and simply wiped the red hairpin with his clothes and glued it back together, and the time had reached the last minute.
Chapter completed!