Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Factory Director Yang lay paralyzed in a pool of blood, his limbs crippled. He could only twitch slightly, like a fish whose limbs and tail had been chopped off, struggling futilely on the dry bank.

His eyes were half-open, his pupils unfocused but still able to focus, as he looked at Lin Tian standing in front of him, at the blood-dripping axe, at this... monster he had created.

Yes, a monster.

If it weren't for him causing Lin's father's death and for Yi Zhonghai driving Lin's mother to suicide, if it weren't for him...

How did this eight-year-old boy end up looking like this?

This guy crawled back from hell, covered in blood, wielding an axe, with icy eyes...

monster.

Lin Tian was also looking at him.

Looking at this man who was on the verge of death.

Looking at this man who was once high above, whose words could decide the fate of countless people.

Looking at the culprit who caused his family's ruin and death.

Then, his gaze shifted downwards and landed on the severed piece of something on the ground.

Lin Tian frowned.

Who littered like this?

He spoke, his tone clearly showing dissatisfaction, as if criticizing someone who littered a cigarette butt, "That's so rude."

Lin Tian bent down and carefully waved the tip of the axe at Director Yang's face, as if he were dealing with some kind of garbage, or as if he was disgusted by something dirty.

Factory Director Yang's eyes widened suddenly, and he roared in panic, "Lin Tian, ​​what do you want to do?"

He wanted to move, to dodge, to stop, but his body was already out of his control. He could only watch helplessly as Lin Tian lifted it up, and then…

"Mmm...mmm..."

Factory Director Yang shook his head desperately, trying to vomit with his last bit of strength, but Lin Tian's hand was very steady.

It's very reliable and considerate.

"Trash should be paired with trash."

Lin Tian clapped his hands, as if he were doing a very ordinary task. "However, waste is shameful. The treasures in Wang Wei's poems cannot be wasted; they are very nutritious."

A powerful tonic?

Factory Director Yang's pupils contracted violently, and his eyes widened as if they were about to burst.

Are you the devil?

I already have nothing left, so what's the point of getting more?

Where should I repair it?

This is nonsense.

Lin Tian looked at his eyes, which were almost spitting fire, and seemed to understand what he was thinking. He frowned unhappily.

"What kind of look is that?"

He asked, his tone tinged with reproach, "Don't you always enjoy having others 'eat' you? Why are you unwilling when it's your turn?"

After a pause, Lin Tian spoke as if instructing an ignorant child: "You should be more magnanimous. Kou can go, and so can you. Director Yang, you are the best. You must be brave enough to try."

After saying that, he seemed to remember something, looked down at the pool of blood under Director Yang, and said "Oh" as if he suddenly realized something.

"Sorry, I forgot."

Lin Tian apologized sincerely, "You're not 'great' anymore."

These words were spoken lightly, but every single one was like a poisoned knife, piercing deep into Director Yang's heart.

Words that strike at the heart.

This is truly a statement that strikes at the heart.

As Director Yang listened to these words, he felt a pang of bitterness, feeling the excruciating pain coursing through his limbs, and sensing life slowly slipping away from his body...

Suddenly, a strong desire welled up in his heart.

dead.

Hurry up and die.

I want to die.

The sooner you die, the sooner you'll be free.

He could no longer endure this torment.

Even if I die and go to hell, it's better than living like this.

Lin Tian seemed to have seen through his thoughts.

He tilted his head, a thoughtful expression appearing on his young face.

"Want to die?"

"Director Yang, don't worry."

Lin Tian turned around, made a grasping motion in the spiritual spring space, and as if by magic, a wooden bucket half the height of a person appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The wooden bucket was old, with some damage to the edges and several deep cracks on the body, as if it had been used for many years.

Its advantage is that it doesn't leak.

Lin Tian placed the wooden bucket on the ground, then bent down and grabbed Director Yang's hair.

"ah--!"

Factory Director Yang shuddered in pain. Although he was numb from the pain and had something stuffed in his mouth, the excruciating pain of his scalp being forcibly pulled still made him cry out.

Lin Tian grabbed his hair and lifted him from the pool of blood like a dead dog, then—

"thump!"

It was thrown into the wooden bucket.

The wooden barrel wasn't very big; Director Yang's body was curled up inside, and it filled the barrel perfectly.

His head was sticking out, and his lower body was submerged in the bucket, which was empty, in fact, completely empty.

Lin Tian shook his hand, looking at the hair and bloodstains on it with disgust.

Factory Director Yang's scalp was a bloody mess; that grab had torn off a large piece of scalp, revealing the crimson flesh beneath.

Blood streamed down his face, mixing with what was in his mouth, covering his face and making him look particularly gruesome.

"Director Yang,"

Lin Tian bent down and looked at the man who was barely alive in the wooden tub. "Don't be in such a hurry. You want to die? It's not that easy."

He paused, then added, "I disagree. Hell wouldn't dare take you."

Before he finished speaking, he flipped his hand—and the wooden bucket appeared in his hand.

The bucket was filled with water, with a few pieces of ice floating on the surface, emitting a chill in the dim light.

Lin Tian tilted the bucket.

"Splash—!"

Ice water poured down, drenching Director Yang and filling the wooden bucket.

"Ugh—!!!"

"Lin Tian, ​​you're born! If you have the guts, kill me! Kill me!!!"

Factory Director Yang's body suddenly straightened, like a fully drawn bow.

The extreme cold felt like countless needles, instantly piercing his skin, his bone marrow, and the severed limbs.

That cold was more painful and unbearable than the axe striking me.

His body trembled violently, his teeth chattered, and his lips turned bluish-purple instantly.

The consciousness that was on the verge of death was abruptly pulled back by this bucket of ice water.

He wanted to curse.

He wanted to curse Lin Tian with the most vicious words.

I want to curse him to a terrible death, and to never be reincarnated.

But he had no strength left.

Like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Lin Tian looked at him and seemed quite satisfied.

He put down the empty bucket and took out a small bowl.

The bowl contains water from the sacred spring.

It is a spiritual spring that has healing properties and can keep him alive.

Lin Tian tilted the bowl and poured the spiritual spring water into the wooden bucket. He didn't pour it on Director Yang, but into the water, letting the spiritual spring water mix with the ice water and slowly seep into Director Yang's wound.

The pain would sting, then return, then sting again, a recurring torment.

"If we don't restore Director Yang's health soon..."

He seemed to be talking to himself, or perhaps explaining to someone, "He's probably going to bleed to death, that won't do."

Lin Tian didn't want Factory Director Yang to die so quickly.

That's too lenient on him.

Blood debts must be repaid in blood.

The process of repaying debts must be painful, and must be... unforgettable.

He still has family.

They must be the witnesses...

A family should always be together.

……