Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Factory Director Yang's voice trembled, this time it was a genuine tremor, not an act, "I...I did everything you said, I 'shattered' her...I really 'shattered' her...Look...look..."

He pointed to the ground, his hand trembling violently.

"Because you hesitated at the beginning."

Lin Tian said calmly, as if stating an objective fact, "When I asked you if you loved her, you hesitated."

He drifted closer, his blurry face almost touching Director Yang's: "True love needs no hesitation, it needs a sincere heart."

True love is giving everything for the other person without hesitation, including their life, if it could save your own.

"And you hesitated."

A hint of disappointment flashed in Director Yang's eyes, but there was no despair. He gripped the axe in his hand tightly.

Although the blade was already dull and it was so slippery that he could barely hold it, he still gripped it tightly, his knuckles turning white.

he knows.

Lin Tian was playing a trick on him.

Like a cat toying with a mouse, manipulating and tormenting it little by little, watching the mouse teeter between hope and despair.

They only bite off a piece of cake when they're tired of playing with it.

He also knew that his fate would be no better than that of Bi Chi beneath his feet.

Torn to pieces, that's all there is to it.

Perhaps it will be even worse.

Rather than being toyed with to death like this, it's better to...

Let's take a gamble.

Lin Tian is right, I am a person of universal love.

Even if I have to die, I want to die a quick and painless death.

As for why Bi Chi was given a quick death (beheading) instead of being tortured slowly?

Factory Director Yang smiled bitterly to himself.

That's because he still does have a tiny bit of...feeling for her?

No, no.

It's not about feelings.

If he had feelings for her, why would he go looking for a lover?

He simply wanted her to leave peacefully and without suffering.

Bi Chi: Listen to me, thank you...

Factory Director Yang took a deep breath. The strong smell of blood in the air made him feel nauseous, but he endured it.

He quietly took two steps forward.

Two very careful steps, very light and slow, as if afraid of disturbing something.

The distance between him and Lin Tian had shortened somewhat.

Now, there is less than a meter between them.

"That……"

Factory Director Yang spoke, his voice carrying a deliberately feigned humility and confusion, his eyes darting away, not daring to look at Lin Tian, ​​"Then what can I do to get him to let me go..."

I hadn't even uttered the word "I" yet.

He has already erupted!

With the last of his strength, like a dying beast making a final strike, he raised the axe with both hands and chopped it down at Lin Tian.

Can evil spirits not be killed?

How will you know if you don't try?

What if it works?

What if we could kill him?

What if this thing is just trying to scare people and actually has no real ability?

The axe sliced ​​through the air, creating a whooshing sound.

Then--

They went through it.

Like slicing through a cloud of smoke, like slicing through a shadow, without any resistance, without any sense of reality.

The axe cleaved through Lin Tian's ghostly figure, and Lin Tian floated there unharmed, without even moving.

The ghostly figure merely flickered, like ripples on water stirred by the wind, before coalescing again and returning to its original state.

Factory Director Yang was stunned.

He remained in his chopping stance, staring blankly at Lin Tian, ​​at those cold eyes, at that blurry face revealing... mockery.

"You don't even have the strength to kill someone?"

Lin Tian tilted his head, his tone full of undisguised sarcasm, "Still calling yourself the factory manager?"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his foot and struck Director Yang in the chest.

"Bang!"

Factory Director Yang was thrown backward as if he had been hit head-on by a speeding truck, crashing heavily onto the stair railing.

"Snap—!!"

The sound of bones breaking was clearly audible, particularly jarring in the quiet stairwell.

"ah--!!!"

Factory Director Yang let out a pig-like scream, fell to the ground, and was in excruciating pain in his chest. At least three of his ribs were broken, and possibly more.

He felt as if his lungs had been pierced, and every breath was accompanied by excruciating pain and the smell of blood.

Factory Director Yang struggled to get up, but as soon as he moved, the pain made his vision go black and he almost fainted.

At that moment, Lin Tian floated over.

He picked up the dull axe, weighed it in his hand, and then slowly walked towards Director Yang, step by step.

The footsteps were very light.

But to Director Yang, it sounded like the drumbeats of death, each step striking his heart.

"Help!! Help me!!!"

As Director Yang used his still-functioning hand to push himself backward, he screamed hoarsely, his voice distorted by pain.

"Guards! Zhang! Wang! Help! Someone's been murdered!!!"

Director Yang shouted until his voice was hoarse, but the corridor was quiet and there was no response.

Only his own echo reverberated in the empty stairwell, sounding particularly mournful and lonely.

Where are his bodyguards?

What about the bodyguards who are with him 24/7 and available at any time?

What about those two young men he personally selected, who swore they would protect him with their lives?

Or perhaps, they have already...

"Stop shouting."

Lin Tian had already walked up to him, looking down at him with eyes as cold as ice in the twelfth lunar month.

"When you were cutting down Bichi, your men were all sleeping outside. Young people are so healthy; they can fall asleep anytime, anywhere."

Factory Director Yang's heart sank to the bottom.

Cold, desperate, boundless despair.

It’s over.

It's all over.

Lin Tian raised his axe.

"The first one, for my father."

The axe fell.

It struck Director Yang's left leg.

It didn't cut it off; it cut into the bone and got stuck.

"ah--!!!"

Factory Director Yang let out a shrill scream that was so mournful it was inhuman, and his body convulsed violently, like a fish pinned to the ground.

Lin Tian pulled hard, and the axe, along with broken bones and flesh, was pulled out with a sickening sound.

Then, raise it again.

"The second time, for my mother's sake, you destroyed a beautiful home."

Right leg.

"Snap!"

The sound of bones breaking.

"Thirdly, because of my sister, you caused her to lose her parents."

Left arm.

"The fourth time, for myself."

Right arm.

He chops once for every sentence he speaks.

With each strike, Director Yang let out a scream.

His cries were shrill and desperate, echoing in the empty corridor, lingering for a long time, like a dirge played for himself.

But no one came to save him.

No one can save him.

Just two weeks ago, no one came to save her father.

Just like a week ago, when no one came to save his mother.

Blood debts must be repaid in blood.

This is the only truth that Lin Tian believes in.

And now, the creditors have paid off their debts.

The axe was raised one last time.

Aiming at Director Yang's fifth limb

(*・ω・)✄╰ひ╯

If it weren't for this calamity, I wouldn't have suffered the double blow of losing both my parents and my family.

A flash of cold light, and the chipped axe blade swept down.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

Factory Director Yang let out one last scream, but could no longer make a sound.

He lay paralyzed in a pool of blood, his limbs crippled, only able to twitch slightly, his eyes half-open, looking at Lin Tian, ​​looking at the axe.

Looking at the monster he had created.

……