Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

at the same time.

Inside the Spirit Spring Space.

Director Yang was soaking in the wooden tub.

He was soaked in the wooden tub again, but this time the water was not ice water, but boiling water mixed with some spiritual spring water.

The limbs were still missing, and the torso was covered in wounds, but the wounds had stopped bleeding.

He accidentally swallowed what was in his mouth, but he was still too weak to speak a complete sentence and could only let out a weak groan.

Next to the wooden barrel, there was a small mountain piled up.

It's not a mountain of corpses.

It's Qianshan.

The large black berries were bundled together in bunches, piled up like bricks, roughly estimated to number seventy to eighty thousand.

This was an astronomical sum in the 1960s.

There was also a small pile of foreign exchange certificates next to it, all colorful and with considerable denominations.

There are also two boxes of small yellow croakers and two boxes of large yellow croakers, all golden and shiny.

A box of jewelry, including agate, jade, bracelets, pearl earrings... a dazzling array, priceless.

These are all the money that Director Yang embezzled over the years.

Or rather, it was obtained through the blood of countless people.

Lin Tian floated in mid-air, looking down at Director Yang in the wooden barrel, then at the pile of money, a mocking smile curving his lips.

"Director Yang, how was that performance just now?"

Factory Director Yang struggled to lift his head and looked at Lin Tian, ​​his eyes filled with hatred, but even more so with fear.

A deep fear.

"What...what do you want...?"

His voice was hoarse, each word seeming to be squeezed out of his throat.

"I don't want anything to happen."

Lin Tian floated to the wooden tub, squatted down, and looked Yang, the factory director, at eye level. "I just wanted to ask you, what do you think would be the first thing Qin Ming and the others would think of?"

Factory Director Yang was stunned.

His mind was already somewhat clouded, but Lin Tian's question still made him instinctively start thinking.

Qin Ming and the others...

I saw myself hanging in mid-air, I saw wild dogs, I saw myself disappear into thin air...

What will they think?

"They...they'll think...you took me away..." Director Yang said with difficulty.

"And then?" Lin Tian pressed.

"And then...then they'll contact me..."

"Where can we look?"

"..."

Factory Director Yang couldn't answer.

Lin Tian smiled.

That smile was cold and cruel.

"They will go looking for your child."

He answered for Director Yang.

"Because you are dead, at least in their eyes you are not far from death, and evil spirits seek revenge by cutting off the roots, just like the Jia family."

Therefore, they will definitely go to your two sons, trying to protect them before I do.

Factory Director Yang's eyes widened suddenly.

"You...you..."

"What's wrong with me?" Lin Tian tilted his head. "Am I cute?"

Devil, huh?

"To be honest, I don't even know where your child is."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Director Yang's eyes.

But the next second, that hope was extinguished by Lin Tian's words.

"But having the government help in the search is much more convenient than me searching aimlessly like a headless fly."

Lin Tian's smile widened. "Once the time is up, I can just go to the police station to pick him up. Isn't that convenient?"

"Lin Tian! You'll die a horrible death! You'll die a horrible death!!"

Factory Director Yang finally broke down, roaring with all his might, but his voice was still as weak as a mosquito's buzz.

"May they die a horrible death?"

Lin Tian shook his head. "Director Yang, how many times have you said that? Has it even worked?"

He stood up, floated over to the pile of money, picked up a small yellow croaker, and weighed it in his hand.

"Do you know?"

"My father never touched gold in his entire life. His biggest wish was to save enough money to make a gold ring for my sister and me so that we could wear it when we got married."

He turned around and looked at Director Yang in the wooden tub: "But now, he's dead, and we'll never see him again."

He loosened his grip, and the little yellow fish fell back into the box with a dull thud.

"This gold is stained with blood, the blood of countless people."

The space was deathly silent.

Only the faint breathing of Director Yang and the slight ripples of the spiritual spring water in the wooden bucket could be heard.

After a long silence, Lin Tian spoke again:

"Director Yang, tell me, how should we repay this debt?"

Factory Director Yang closed his eyes.

He knew that there was no answer to this question.

Or rather, the answer was already written.

It was written in blood.

And he is just one word.

……

The streets of Beijing were deserted.

Director Li, along with Xiao Wang and the others, searched the alleyways for places where the occasional barking of dogs could be heard.

"Chief, this black dog is really hard to find."

Xiao Wang, panting, wiped the sweat from his forehead. "We've been wandering around for two hours and haven't even seen a single black dog hair."

Director Li didn't speak, but his brows furrowed even more.

He knew all too well how difficult it was to find one.

The Great Famine had just passed, and people were starving, so where would they get the food to feed the dogs?

Even excrement is precious and an important fertilizer.

In the countryside, children have to run home to use the toilet.

The dog didn't even eat feces, which shows how lacking it was.

The situation in rural areas is even worse; people have no food, and most of the dogs have already been slaughtered.

The rest were also emaciated and would hide from people, fearing they would be captured and eaten.

Moreover, they didn't want an ordinary dog.

It's a black dog.

It must be pure black, without a single stray hair. This was a special instruction from Master Wang, who said that black dogs of this age have the strongest blood energy and the best effect in warding off evil spirits.

But dogs like these are even rarer than giant pandas these days.

"We can still find glutinous rice, and the supply and marketing cooperative still has some in stock. We should be able to scrape together enough, but this black dog..."

Director Li sighed: "If all else fails, we'll have to expand the search area and look in the suburbs."

"suburbs?"

Xiao Wang was taken aback. "That's so far! It'll be dark by the time you go back and forth."

"Then what do you suggest we do?"

Director Li countered, "The two masters said that without black dog blood, bullets cannot be consecrated and cannot deal with evil spirits."

Factory Director Yang has already... If this drags on any longer, who knows how many more people will die.

I don't want to die.

These words were heavy, and Xiao Wang fell silent. It was the truth; the lives lost in the past few days were older than his own.

The two continued walking forward.

After turning the corner of another alley, Xiao Wang suddenly stopped.

"Chief, listen!"

Director Li pricked up his ears.

In the distance, the faint sounds of dogs barking could be heard.

It wasn't a fierce bark, but a low, somewhat weak whimper.

"Over there!" Xiao Wang pointed ahead.

The two walked over quickly.

It was a secluded courtyard that looked quite old, but it was kept relatively tidy.

The courtyard gate was tightly closed, but a faint light could be seen shining through the crack in the gate.

The barking was coming from inside.

"Bang bang bang!"

Director Li stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After knocking several times, a wary voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

"From the police station," Chief Li said in a deep voice.

The door creaked open.

The man who opened the door was in his fifties, slightly overweight, wearing faded blue overalls, with a noticeable look of fatigue on his face, but with sharp eyes.

He paused for a moment when he saw the police uniforms on Chief Li and Xiao Wang, then politely asked, "Officers, who... are you looking for?"

"I heard you have a black dog?" Director Li asked bluntly.

Xu Fugui answered instinctively, "Yes, there are two."

After saying that, he seemed to realize something, and a hint of wariness flashed in his eyes: "Officer, why are you asking this?"

……