Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Inside the wooden tub, Director Yang was immersed in a mixture of ice water and spiritual spring water, his body trembling violently from the extreme cold.

After a while, due to the healing effect of the spiritual spring water, I felt the wound getting slightly warm and healing.

Two completely opposite sensations battled within his body, leaving him unable to live or die.

He opened his eyes and looked at Lin Tian.

Looking at this eight-year-old boy.

Looking at this person he once regarded as an ant, who now holds his life and death in her hands...

devil.

No.

It's a demon.

It's a monster.

They crawled back from hell to claim their lives...

the Avengers.

Lin Tian was also looking at him.

Looked for a long time.

Then, he turned around, picked up the empty bucket, and walked downstairs step by step.

Footsteps echoed in the empty corridor.

Gradually fading into the distance.

Inside the wooden tub, Director Yang soaked in the icy water, listening to the footsteps gradually fading away.

Suddenly, he smiled.

Although his mouth was gagged, he couldn't make a sound.

But he did laugh.

His smile was distorted and eerie.

It's as if he's mocking himself.

It was as if it were mocking this absurd fate.

It's like a mockery...

This is retribution.

It was two weeks late, but it still came too quickly; he wasn't prepared at all...

Outside the window, whirring sounds...

Several jeeps were parked downstairs, and soldiers and police officers, armed to the teeth, got out and rushed directly to the door of the house where Director Yang lived.

Lin Tian's lips curled into a smile. He hadn't expected it to come so quickly; it was truly unexpected.

"Director Yang, weren't you surprised and delighted that your savior has arrived? Wouldn't you like some more excitement?"

"Ugh..."

He can only whimper, which is definitely not a good thing.

Lin Tian joked, "Looks like you agree. In that case, let's get started!"

"Please welcome our best female lead, Yang Wei, one of the six emperors, to perform a cross-species love battle for us."

"Please welcome our six male leads: Zhenzhen, Aiai, Lianlian, Beibei, Kunkun, and Aiai."

With a wave of his hand, Lin Tian summoned six yellow stray dogs that appeared beside the wooden barrel, drooling as soon as they appeared at Director Yang.

They are despicable.

They lusted after his body.

The wooden bucket contains the flavors they crave... uh, don't misunderstand, it's the spiritual spring water.

Okay, that's what you guys wanted.

Hurried footsteps and hushed voices could be heard downstairs.

"Captain Qin, all of Factory Director Yang's bodyguards are dead."

"Break down the door!"

Qin Ming made the final judgment: "Director Yang is probably in grave danger."

Then came the sound of the door being kicked open with a series of loud bangs, the door groaning under the force of the impact.

In the stairwell, Director Yang, who was inside the wooden tub, heard these noises.

A faint light flashed in his cloudy eyes—the instinct for survival, the instinctive reaction when one sees a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation.

He wanted to shout for help, but his mouth was stuffed with something, and he could only make muffled whimpering sounds.

He wanted to move, to make some noise, but his limbs were useless, and his body was submerged in the icy water, so even his trembling became weak.

Downstairs, the pounding on the door grew more and more urgent.

"Master Yan, Master Wang,"

Qin Ming's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, "Do you think... Factory Director Yang is still alive?"

Master Yan was about to speak—

"Boom!"

The door was kicked open.

Fifteen or sixteen police officers rushed into the building like a tidal wave, followed by screams of alarm.

"Aaaaaah!! Blood!!"

"What...what the hell is this?!"

"vomit--!"

The first few officers who rushed in seemed to have hit an invisible wall, and they stopped abruptly.

They stared wide-eyed at the scene before them, their expressions shifting from tension to shock, then to terror, and finally to deathly pale.

Upon seeing this, Qin Ming's heart sank, and he pushed through the crowd and rushed in.

Then, he was stunned.

The entire stairwell from the first to the second floor looked as if it had been splashed with a layer of dark red paint—no, not paint, but blood.

Bloodstains were splattered everywhere—on the walls, the floor, and the stair railings; some had congealed and turned black, while others were still slowly dripping down.

But that's not the scariest part.

The scariest thing was those things on the ground...

minced meat.

Broken bones.

Dirty.

It's all fragments of the people.

They were scattered all over the ground, some stuck to the wall, some hanging on the handrail, and some piled up in the corner, like a pile of carelessly discarded garbage.

The air was thick with a suffocating stench of blood, mixed with an indescribable foul smell.

It was the smell of death, excrement, and something older and more decaying.

The first few police officers who rushed in were covered in these "things".

As soon as they came in, these things flew towards them, along with some kind of filth that splashed all over their bodies and faces.

One of the young police officers even had a piece of intestine hanging from his shoulder, which was still trembling slightly.

"vomit--!"

Several officers with weaker mental fortitude vomited on the spot, leaning against the wall and bending over to empty their stomachs completely.

Even among those veterans who had been to the battlefield, Qin Ming knew that two of the soldiers in his unit had returned from the Korean War.

His face was pale, and his hand holding the gun was trembling slightly.

The last time they had seen such a sight was on the battlefield.

But that was on the battlefield, where enemies and foes fought each other.

And here...

This is a residential building.

It was the home of the steel rolling mill director.

"Master Yan, Master Wang,"

Qin Ming, fighting back the churning in his stomach, said in a hoarse voice, "You guys need to think of something... This evil spirit... it's too ferocious..."

He turned his head and looked at the two masters behind him.

Master Yan and Master Wang stood motionless, their faces expressionless, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

The master is indeed a master; he remained unfazed even in such a situation.

What he didn't know was.

Master Yan and Master Wang's calves were trembling slightly, and their knees were even bent a little, as if they were trying their best to support something.

If there hadn't been so many people present, and if they hadn't needed to maintain their "masterful" image, they probably would have knelt down on the spot.

Master Yan's gaze fell on the corner of the stairs, where a piece of intestine hung from the stair railing, and next to it on the ground was an eyeball, half-open, its pupils dilated, yet still retaining a trace of the terror before death.

How ferocious is this evil spirit?

Master Yan was filled with apprehension.

He thought that the deaths of Section Chief Liu and Secretary Wang were already tragic enough, being cleaved in two and beheaded.

But now he realizes that it was just an appetizer.

The real feast is here.

Master Wang isn't much better off.

Fine beads of cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses kept darting around, as if searching for something, or perhaps trying to escape from something.

He does know a little bit of qigong—but it's just for health and wellness. At most, he can perform a "chest-breaking boulder" act, and even then, he has to do some stunts beforehand.

As for things like clairvoyance, remote sensing, prediction, and telekinesis?

It's all just hype.

They're not here to exorcise evil spirits, are they?

They're clearly here to die.

The two subconsciously glanced at each other, exchanging a look in the air.

There was no composure in his eyes, no serenity in his gaze.

Only fear.

A deep fear.

But the words had already been spoken, the person had already arrived, and there were so many police officers watching the scene.

No refunds.

If you withdraw, it's all over.

Their identities are members of the Special Cases Investigation Team.

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