Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"No!!!"

The axe blade gleamed coldly as it cleaved down; the blood on it had turned black, yet it still emitted a strong, pungent stench of blood.

Countless people have perished because of it.

Sha Zhu's pupils contracted sharply as he stared at the axe blade that was growing larger in his eyes, and suddenly many things came to mind.

I thought of the watermelon head that was chopped off in Liu Haizhong's hair, and I thought of the watermelon heads that Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang disappeared from the public eye...

Fear, like a cold snake, coiled around his spine and burrowed into his brain.

He instinctively took a step back.

Another step.

They retreated until they reached the wall, where they had nowhere left to go.

Sha Zhu closed his eyes, awaiting death.

The expected pain did not come.

He opened his eyes and saw Lin Tian standing in front of him, the axe still raised, but not falling.

Lin Tian floated over, the axe twirling lightly in his hand, but he didn't bring it down on your head. "Silly Zhu, do you know what? I was originally going to give you a quick death."

Sha Zhu leaned against the wall, still holding the kitchen knife in his hand, but he knew that the knife was useless against Lin Tian.

No use at all.

"But what you did just now made me change my mind."

Lin Tian floated back in front of him. "I won't kill you."

Sha Zhu's eyes lit up.

"I'll grant your wish and do as you please. You want me to kill you or torture you? I'll give you a thousand cuts," Lin Tian said again.

The axe suddenly moved.

It's too fast to see clearly.

Sha Zhu only saw a flash of silver light, and then felt a chill on his legs.

He looked down.

His legs disappeared from the knees down.

The incision was clean, and blood gushed out.

"ah--!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream erupted from Sha Zhu's throat.

He fell to the ground, trying in vain to cover his wound with his hands, but the blood couldn't be contained and kept gushing out from between his fingers.

Old Liu saw everything clearly from the side and was terrified. He tried to shout, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he could only make a hoarse sound.

Lin Tian floated to Sha Zhu's side and raised the axe again.

Another flash of silver light.

This time it's both hands.

He cut it off cleanly at the wrist, just like Yi Zhonghai.

Sha Zhu's screams stopped abruptly, not because the pain had subsided, but because the pain had become so intense that he lost his voice.

He lay on the ground like a fish whose limbs had been chopped off, his body convulsing violently.

Blood stained the ground, his clothes, and himself.

Lin Tian threw away the axe and bent down to pick up the kitchen knife that Sha Zhu had dropped on the ground.

He examined the knife, its blade still stained with Yi Zhonghai's blood.

"This knife has cut Yi Zhonghai's hand; now, it's time to cut its master."

Lin Tian used the power of the ghostly shadow to drag Sha Zhu to the table where the ritual was being performed, and then tied him to the table with a rope.

Sha Zhu was in so much pain that he was barely conscious, with only his eyes half-open, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Old Liu watched from the side, trembling all over.

He tried to close his eyes, but his eyelids wouldn't obey him.

He tried to turn his head, but his neck was as stiff as a stone.

He could only watch.

Watching Lin Tian float to the table with a kitchen knife in his hand.

"I don't believe you won't even frown," Lin Tian said.

The first cut landed.

A small piece of dog meat was cut off from Shazhu's left shoulder.

The slice of dog meat was very thin, like a fish fillet, and it twitched slightly as it landed on the table.

Sha Zhu's body jerked violently, and a suppressed whimper escaped his throat.

Second knife.

Right shoulder.

Another thin slice of licking dog meat.

Lin Tian's technique was very professional; he ruthlessly shrugged off the sycophant.

Each cut precisely slices off a piece of flesh, neither too deep nor too shallow, just enough to inflict extreme pain without causing immediate death.

The third cut, the fourth cut, the fifth cut...

Sha Zhu's white ribs gradually became visible on his chest.

Blood dripped down the edge of the table, drip, drip, until it pooled on the floor.

Old Liu looked and looked, and suddenly, out of fear, he vomited.

He vomited up everything he had eaten that morning, making a mess all over the floor, but his eyes remained fixed on the table and on the ghostly figure being slowly tortured.

He didn't know what he was looking at.

Perhaps it was out of fear, or perhaps it was out of some kind of morbid curiosity.

Perhaps it was simply because he was so terrified that he couldn't even look away.

Lin Tian continued.

He had already slashed down to the abdomen of the sycophantic Zhu Zhu.

"You know what, you idiot Zhu?" Lin Tian said as he chopped, as if chatting, "Simps never get a good death!!"

Another cut.

"Aaaaaah!! Lin Tian, ​​please give me a quick death!!"

Lin Tian continued speaking to himself, "Jia Dongxu and his gang beat me with sticks, fists, and feet. I begged them to stop, saying I didn't steal anything, but they wouldn't listen."

Another cut.

"Ahhh!! I'm frowning, kill me!!"

Sha Zhu cried out in anguish and pleaded, never imagining that sometimes even death was a luxury.

"I lay on the ground, covered in wounds, in pain, hungry, and thirsty. I wanted to drink water, but I couldn't reach the kettle. I wanted to call for help, but I couldn't make a sound."

Another cut.

"I just lay there for two days. My sister wanted me to order some food, but you guys took it all away."

Lin Tian's voice was very calm, eerily calm, "I'm slowly waiting to die. Can you imagine that feeling?"

Knowing you're going to die, but there's nothing you can do but wait, you know?

I know! I know!

Sha Zhu's weak eyes twitched.

He looked at Lin Tian, ​​his lips trembling, wanting to say something, but unable to utter a complete sound.

Lin Tian stopped what he was doing and looked at him: "What did you want to say? Why did you stop calling out?"

"sorry..."

Sha Zhu used his last bit of strength to squeeze out these three words.

Lin Tian was stunned for a second.

He stared at Sha Zhu for a long time.

Then he shook his head: "It's too late."

He raised the cleaver, this time aiming it at his heart.

"However," Lin Tian said, "I accept your apology."

The tip of the knife pierced through.

Very accurate, very fast.

Sha Zhu's body convulsed violently for a moment, then slowly relaxed. His eyes were still open, staring at the roof beam, but they were no longer focused.

Lin Tian pulled out his knife and stared at the blood on the tip for a long time.

Then, he threw away the knife.

The knife fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

He floated down in front of Old Man Liu.

Old Liu shrank back in fright, but his back was already against the wall, leaving him nowhere to retreat. "Lin Tian, ​​I'm innocent..."

"Bang!!"

A watermelon head rolled down beside Sha Zhu's legs and hands.

"From the moment you started helping Yi Zhonghai, no one has been innocent..."

Lin Tian floated back to the table, looked at Sha Zhu's corpse, and gently brushed his hand across Sha Zhu's eyes.

Those eyes closed.

"Rest in peace," Lin Tian said softly, "though you don't deserve it."

He floated out of the house and into the yard, looking at the large oil cauldron, at the two charred corpses inside, and at the corpse of Third Master on the ground.

Lin Tian lingered in the air for a long time before leaving.

In the courtyard, only death and silence remained.

The oil in the fryer had completely solidified, like a huge piece of amber, preserving the two charred corpses.

On the table inside the room, Sha Zhu's body lay quietly, riddled with holes, while under the table was Old Liu's watermelon head.

On the ground, Third Master's heart had stopped beating, but his eyes were still open, staring at the world he would never see again.

A gust of wind blew by, carrying a few fallen leaves that swirled in the yard.

Then, everything returned to calm.

It was as if nothing had happened.

It was as if all that bloodshed, those screams, that death was just a nightmare.

But nightmares don't leave behind corpses.

It will not leave any bloodstains.

It will not leave behind so much indelible evidence of its crimes.

The sun was big and bright.

Director Yang, I'm here.

……