Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"I said, if I love her, I'll 'break' her."

"You 'shattered' her, and I'll believe you truly loved her. This kind of love, which has gone through life and death, is so genuine."

These words were extremely sarcastic, but Director Yang was no longer able to understand them.

He only caught two words: survival.

If you kill Bi Chi, you'll have a chance to survive.

It's that simple.

He gripped the axe tightly, turned around, and walked step by step toward Bi Chi.

"Old Yang... Old Yang, don't come any closer..."

Bi Chi shook his head desperately, tears streaming down his face. "I was wrong, I was really wrong, please don't kill me... We... we'll think of something together... Maybe... maybe we can survive together..."

"Live together?"

Factory Director Yang smiled.

"Bi Chi, don't be naive. Lin Tian won't let any of us go, but he said that if he kills you, he might let me go."

"Why should I take the gamble like you? Why can't I be the one who survives?"

He paused, his voice growing colder: "Don't worry, I'll be there soon. My love for you is unwavering, and the axe can bear witness."

An axe, in the name of love, was raised.

Bi Chi's desperate tears streamed down his cheeks.

She remembered many things.

I remembered our wedding day. Yang Wei was wearing a Zhongshan suit with a big red flower on his chest, and he was smiling like a fool.

I remembered how carefully he held the baby when it was born.

Thinking back on all the arguments and laughter they've had together over the years.

She also recalled the terrified look in his eyes when she raised the axe to kill him.

The axe fell without mercy.

"Pfft!!"

The sound was very soft.

Bi Chi felt a chill on his neck. The chill was peculiar; it wasn't icy, but rather a warm coolness, as if something important was being drained from his body.

Then, the world began to spin and tilt, and she saw the ceiling, the walls, and her headless body slowly falling down.

Blood gushed from the severed neck, blooming like a strange, crimson flower.

The last thing she saw was Director Yang's distorted face, filled with madness, fear, and a hint of morbid excitement.

And then there were Lin Tian's cold, emotionless eyes, floating to the side, filled with unfathomable darkness.

Everything returned to darkness.

Eternal darkness.

Factory Director Yang stood in a pool of blood, holding a blood-dripping axe in his hand. Blood was still dripping from the axe blade, one drop, two drops, falling onto Bi Chi's corpse with a soft "plop" sound.

He looked down at his wife's body, and at the watermelon that had rolled to the corner, its eyes still half-open and split open.

Suddenly, without warning, he burst into laughter.

"Hahaha...I killed them...I killed them..."

He laughed so hard he almost fell over, tears streaming down his face, mingling with the blood splattered on his face and turning into dark red tear stains.

"Lin Tian, ​​did you see that? I killed her. Now can you let me go?"

Factory Director Yang suddenly turned around and looked at Lin Tian, ​​who was floating in mid-air, with a crazy and fiery look in his eyes, like a prisoner waiting for sentencing.

Lin Tian floated in front of him, looked down at him, and stared at him for a long time.

It was long enough for Director Yang's laughter to gradually subside, and for the madness on his face to slowly fade away, replaced once again by fear.

Then, Lin Tian said softly:

"Not yet."

Factory Director Yang's smile froze on his face for a second.

"I said, if I love her, I'll break her."

Lin Tian repeated, his tone as calm as if he were correcting a grammatical error, "What you just did could only be considered killing, not crushing."

broken.

It wasn't a beheading.

It wasn't a one-hit kill.

It's fragments.

Like mincing pork, chop it piece by piece until it's a mushy mess.

Factory Director Yang stared at the axe in his hand, at Bi Chi's blood on the axe blade, and at Bi Chi on the ground, his mind going blankly.

He got it.

I've completely understood.

"Prove it to me," Lin Tian said, "prove how much you 'love' her."

Factory Director Yang looked down at the axe at his feet, then at the axe in his hand, and suddenly grinned.

The smile was twisted and eerie; the last glimmer of reason in his eyes had been extinguished, replaced by a chaotic madness.

"Okay...okay...I'll prove it...I'll prove it to you..."

Yang Chang gripped the axe tightly and whispered, "Wife... I'm sorry... this is the last time... I'm sorry..."

Before he finished speaking, he had already raised his axe.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!!!"

The axe made a dull thud, like chopping ribs, like splitting firewood, like any sound you'd hear in a slaughterhouse.

This time, however, it wasn't a pig or a cow that was chopped up; it was a watch.

Factory Director Yang has gone mad.

He's completely gone mad.

He chopped tirelessly, one chop after another.

The axe rose and fell, blood splattered everywhere, and bits of flesh flew about.

His face and body were covered in blood, his hair was stuck together in clumps, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was making suppressed sobs, which sounded like crying or laughing at the same time.

Love in its rawest form.

Love is open and honest.

A passionate and intense love.

For a time, the stairwell became hell.

Minced meat, bones, filth, and fragments were splattered everywhere.

Dark red spots were everywhere—on the walls, the floor, and the stair railings.

The air was thick with an overwhelming stench of blood, mixed with the stench of excrement and urine, making one want to vomit.

No wonder he's the factory director; he's got big things to do.

When it comes to being ruthless, they're truly something else.

I don't know how much time passed.

Maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour, maybe longer.

Factory Director Yang finally stopped.

He was panting heavily, the axe in his hand was already chipped, and the handle was so slippery that he could barely hold it.

He was trembling all over, not from fear, but from exhaustion, a state of collapse due to overexertion.

On the ground, it was impossible to tell what it was.

Bi Chi passed away peacefully.

utterly dead.

Died... in pieces.

She was thoroughly impressed by Director Yang.

There were no loud arguments, only profound love.

Factory Director Yang numbly raised his head and looked at Lin Tian, ​​his eyes empty, as if his soul had been emptied, but deep in his eyes, a faint hope remained.

That's the kind of hope a drowning person feels when they see driftwood, even knowing it won't save them, and they can't help but want to grab onto it.

"Lin Tian...is that alright? Could you...let me go?"

He paused, as if remembering something, and hurriedly added, speaking so fast it sounded like he was reciting: "I can give you everything I have: a house! Money! The factory manager's position."

"Little yellow croaker, all the things I hid, if you let me go, I'll give you anything, everything."

Lin Tian floated in mid-air, quietly watching everything, his face expressionless.

Hearing what Director Yang said, he slowly nodded.

"I believe you now; you are indeed a person who dares to love others."

A light instantly shone in Director Yang's eyes—the kind of light that only someone who has seen a glimmer of hope in despair would have.

But the light went out the next second.

It was like being doused with a bucket of ice water, instantly extinguishing the flame.

Because Lin Tian said, "But letting you go isn't enough."

"Why...why?"

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PS: The data is so dismal, it's making me feel down and I have no motivation to write. There's also a second bonus chapter on the way. Please give me your feedback, the bookstore isn't giving me enough credits. 2500 is missing a zero, it's practically 250.