Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Sha Zhu tried taking two more steps forward.

Lin Tian took two steps back. The ghostly figure swayed slightly in the sunlight, as if it might disperse at any moment.

In an instant, all the fear in Sha Zhu's heart vanished.

The only thrill is the satisfaction of getting revenge!

As Yan Bugui watched himself get one step closer to the boiling oil, his fear grew exponentially.

He could feel the taut muscles in Sha Zhu's arms and smell the burnt smell coming from the oil pan—that was Yi Zhonghai's smell.

In his eyes, Lin Tian was no longer an evil spirit.

It's Sha Zhu who's the real one.

This seemingly honest and kind cook, this young man he had watched grow up, now had a ferocious expression, his eyes filled with cruelty and excitement.

Yan Bugui struggled frantically, making muffled gurgling sounds through his gagged mouth, his body writhing like a fish out of water.

But Sha Zhu's title of "Courtyard War God" is not just for show.

With a forceful pull, he scooped Yan Bugui into his arms as easily as if he were carrying a bundle of firewood.

And so they walked step by step toward the oil fryer.

Lin Tian obediently retreated, his voice even more terrified: "Shazhu, please, don't come any closer! Put Yan Bugui down now, and I might spare your life, really! I swear!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Bugui looked at Lin Tian with gratitude—this evil spirit that had killed his entire family of four was actually speaking up to save him.

How ironic.

Sha Zhu grinned, a cruel and smug smile: "Lin Tian, ​​the tables have turned. Did you really think I was stupid?"

He paused, then said with a sarcastic tone, "Actually, I'm incredibly clever. Don't even think about trying to fool me with your lies; I don't believe you."

Do you think I don't know?

"If I put down Uncle San and turn around to leave, will you be able to retaliate and kill me?"

Lin Tian looked at him with disbelief: "You...how did you know what I was thinking?"

"Hahaha!"

Sha Zhu laughed smugly, "How could an eight-year-old brat like you fool an adult like me? What have I been doing all these years?!"

He carried Yan Bugui and took a few more steps forward, now less than three steps away from the oil fryer.

The heat from the pot hit him in the face, and Yan Bugui could feel his face burning.

"Third Master," Sha Zhu asked without turning his head, "What's next? Just throw him away?"

Third Master had been observing from the side, his brows slightly furrowed.

Hearing Sha Zhu's question, he nodded: "Yes. But you have to choose the right time, throw it in when the oil is at its hottest, so that the resentment can be fully activated."

"Is the oil temperature high enough now?" Sha Zhu asked.

Third Master walked to the pot and reached out to test the oil on the noodles.

Of course, I didn't touch the oil; I was just sensing the temperature.

Then he nodded: "That's about it."

"Okay!" Sha Zhu replied, then looked at Lin Tian.

Lin Tian was still retreating, and had already retreated to the edge of the courtyard wall, with nowhere left to retreat, the ghostly figure pressed tightly against the wall.

"Silly Zhu, listen to me,"

Lin Tian was still making a last-ditch effort: "Put Yan Bugui down, and I promise I won't kill you. I can tell you a secret, a secret about your father, He Daqing!"

Sha Zhu paused, then asked, "My dad?"

"right!"

Lin Tian quickly said, "Do you know why your father suddenly left Beijing? It wasn't because he didn't want you anymore, it was because..."

"That's enough!"

Third Master suddenly shouted, "Silly Zhu, what are you dawdling for? The auspicious time will be over soon, and the evil spirit is just stalling for time."

These words were like a bucket of cold water, waking Sha Zhu from his brief hesitation.

He glared fiercely at Lin Tian: "As expected of an evil spirit, so cunning indeed. You even tried to deceive me using my father's matter?"

Lin Tian's face showed despair: "I'm not lying to you, it's true! Your father ran off with the White Widow, and your grandfather ran off with the Black Widow too..."

"Shut up!"

Sha Zhu interrupted him, looked down at Yan Bugui who was still struggling in his arms, and said, "Third Uncle, I'm sorry."

Yan Bugui shook his head frantically, his face covered in tears and snot.

Sha Zhu's voice, however, was unusually calm, eerily calm: "Third Uncle, take care. You died a worthy death, a death with value. On the road to the underworld, your family of five will have company."

A family of five?

Yan Bugui completely broke down.

He stopped struggling, his body went limp, and his eyes stared blankly at the sky.

Sha Zhu sensed the change in his arms, looked down, and saw Yan Bugui's resigned look. Suddenly, a strange sense of irritation welled up in his heart.

But he didn't stop.

"No!!! Shaju, stop! Stop! No!!"

Lin Tian suddenly shouted, his voice becoming harsh and distorted.

The ghostly figure lunged forward as if to rush up and stop it.

But just as he was halfway through his lunge, his body suddenly stopped, and then, as if he had hit an invisible wall, he was bounced back.

"See that?" Third Master pointed at Lin Tian. "It worked! He can't get over here!"

Sha Zhu smirked coldly.

The evil spirits grew anxious.

What does this tell us?

That means they did the right thing!

This shows that the offering from Yan Bugui was indeed effective.

Without further hesitation, he used all his strength to lift Yan Bugui high into the air, and then—

Throw!

Yan Bugui's body traced an arc in the air before landing in the bubbling oil pot.

Time seemed to slow down at that moment.

Sha Zhu saw Yan Bugui turn his head in mid-air and look at him.

There was no resentment or anger in those eyes, only a bottomless sorrow.

Then, Yan Bugui opened his mouth, and a final, muffled sob escaped from his blocked mouth.

Pfft!

His body fell into the hot oil.

"Sizzle—!!!!"

The explosion was louder and more violent than when Yi Zhonghai fell in.

Oil splattered everywhere, and Sha Zhu quickly stepped back, but a few drops of hot oil still splashed onto his hands, burning him and causing several blisters.

"ah--!!!"

A piercing scream, so shrill it was inhuman, erupted from the oil pan.

Even with a cloth stuffed in his mouth, the sound still penetrated everything and echoed in the courtyard. It was a pity it was too soft, otherwise it would have attracted attention.

Yan Bugui's strength lies in his tumbling and struggling.

The clothes instantly carbonized, the skin blistered, burst, and peeled off, revealing the bright red muscle tissue underneath, which then turned white and cooked.

A second time.

The scene was so horrific that even Shazhu felt like vomiting.

But he forced himself to hold back.

The struggle in the oil lasted for about a minute.

Maybe longer, maybe shorter.

When in extreme pain, the sense of time becomes blurred.

Finally, Yan Bugui remained motionless, like a dead fish.

He floated on the oil noodles, curled up like Yi Zhonghai, half-cooked, no longer recognizable as a human.

The oil in the pan gradually calmed down.

Panting heavily, Sha Zhu threw the bones of his enemy into the raging fire and looked at Lin Tian.

Lin Tian was still leaning against the wall, the ghostly figure trembling violently.

He clutched his head with both hands, letting out painful groans filled with despair and resentment.

"No...no..." Lin Tian murmured, his voice growing weaker and weaker, "How...how could you..."

His figure began to fade, as if it might disappear at any moment.

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