Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Upon seeing this, the remaining five children all knelt down and kowtowed, their foreheads hitting the ground with a dull thud, and blood quickly seeped out.

"Please, have mercy on us."

"We didn't see anything, we really didn't see anything!"

"I'll give you all my toys, and the new tin frog my dad bought me!"

"I...I can get my dad to give you money, lots of money!"

Lin Tian kicked away the watermelon head that had rolled to his feet and turned to Xiong Xiaohua with great interest: "It's your turn."

Xiong Xiaohua trembled, raised her head, and her face was covered with tears and snot.

"If you choose the right one," Lin Tian squatted down to be at eye level with Xiong Xiaohua, "I can let you go."

A glimmer of hope appeared in Xiong Xiaohua's eyes.

She doesn't want to die.

She's only eight years old, and her mother promised yesterday that she would take her to the zoo to see the monkeys this weekend.

Sun Shan died after choosing the fruit candy, so if I choose the kitchen knife, I'm sure I'll survive!

In that instant, she felt incredibly clever.

"I choose the kitchen knife."

Xiong Xiaohua answered without hesitation, her voice sharp with nervousness.

The axe reappears.

Before Xiong Xiaohua could even react to what was happening, she saw a flash of cold light, and then the world began to spin.

The last thing she saw was her headless body slowly falling down, her floral dress stained red with blood.

"Speaking so clearly and decisively, this girl is bound to be extraordinary when she grows up; she might be the next Wu Zetian. This girl must not be allowed to live."

Lin Tian commented with a solemn expression.

His gaze shifted to Xiong Chushan, a kind smile playing on his lips, much like the expression he wore when offering ice cream to a classmate at the school gate.

Which one do you choose?

Xiong Chushan was drenched in cold sweat, his vest soaked and clinging to his body.

Whether I choose it or not, it seems like I'm going to die anyway.

Should we give it a shot?

My father, Xiong Er, once said that three parts depend on luck and seven parts on hard work.

Xiong Er relied on his hard work to rise from an ordinary person to a job in the security department of a steel rolling mill.

He once said, "You'll never know your limits until you give it your all."

If I don't give it my all, I might not even have a chance to survive.

Only by risking everything can you have a 70% chance of survival.

The moment he made his decision, Xiong Chushan lunged forward and swiftly snatched the kitchen knife from Lin Tian's hand.

The cleaver was heavier than I expected, and the rusty handle was a bit sharp.

He gripped the knife with both hands, pointing it at Lin Tian: "You little punk, you killed my cousin and my sister. I'm going to avenge them. Die!"

His voice trembled, but his movements were decisive.

Xiong Chushan recalled the first lesson his father taught him: when fighting, hesitation leads to defeat.

"Bang--!!"

The axe chopped the kitchen knife away; the knife spun a few times in the air before crashing to the ground with a thud.

The bear fell to the ground after emerging from the mountain, its arm numb from the shock and its tiger's mouth split open.

Lin Tian walked towards him step by step, his footsteps sounding exceptionally clear in the deathly silent warehouse, like a countdown to death.

The bear crawled backwards as it came out of the mountain until its back hit the wall, leaving it with nowhere to retreat.

He pleaded, "Lin Tian, ​​don't come any closer. I was wrong. Please let me go."

I promise I won't tell anyone. I swear, if I do, may I be struck by lightning and die a horrible death!

"Letting you go is a matter for Buddha."

Lin Tian raised his axe, fragments of Sun Shan still clinging to the blade. "I'll send you to see him now."

"Pfft!"

The axe fell cleanly and swiftly.

Before the bear could even "leave the mountain," it was beheaded.

The bear's head rolled to Liu Lu's feet, startling him so much that he screamed and kicked it away, like kicking a dirty ball.

Now, only three people remain in the warehouse.

Liu Panpan and Liu Paopao, siblings, and Liu Lu huddled in the corner.

The three were terrified and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy. Their foreheads were scraped and their faces were covered in blood and dust.

Lin Tian looked at Liu Panpan.

The girl was a year older than Lin Tian. She was the class's academic representative and always wore her hair in a neat braid. She spoke in a soft voice.

At this moment, her braids came undone, her hair was disheveled and draped over her shoulders, and it was impossible to tell whether the water on her face was tears or blood.

"What do you choose?" Lin Tian asked, his voice as calm as if he were asking, "What's today's homework?"

Liu Panpan was so terrified that she dared not choose anything.

She remembered her mother saying that she should never accept anything from bad people.

Candy is out of the question, and a kitchen knife is definitely out of the question.

She refused outright, saying, "I don't want to, I won't choose it, please spare me..."

"Pfft!"

Before Liu Panpan could finish speaking, she collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from her neck like a small fountain.

Blood splattered onto Liu Paopao's face, the warm liquid plunging him into an even deeper abyss of fear.

He touched his face, saw that his hand was covered in bright red blood, and began to vomit violently.

"Not choosing anything?"

Lin Tian calmly commented, flicking the blood off his axe, "It seems you have a lot of opinions. If you don't listen to me, you must have a rebellious streak and must not be allowed to live."

After vomiting, Liu Paopao looked up at his sister's corpse, his mind blank.

Those who choose candy die, those who choose a kitchen knife die, and those who choose neither also die... How should I choose?

My father, Section Chief Liu, often said that he was quick-witted and smarter than my sister.

Now is the time to be smart.

"Liu Paopao,"

Lin Tian had already walked up to him, blood dripping from the tip of his axe, forming a small red puddle on the ground. "What's your choice?"

Looking at the blood-dripping axe in Lin Tian's hand, Liu Paopao suddenly had a flash of inspiration: what if all the people in front of him only chose one thing?

Children make choices, adults want it all!

Although I'm not an adult yet, my dad says that smart people should think like adults.

"I choose all!"

Liu Paopao practically shouted it out, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes.

He felt he had found a way out, the only right answer.

"Pfft!!"

The axe flashed, so fast that Liu Paopao had no time to react.

He fell down, bewildered and resentful, his eyes wide open, dying without understanding why even "selecting all" wouldn't work.

The watermelon head rolled twice and stopped next to Liu Panpan's headless corpse's arm, as if it still wanted to seek its sister's protection.

Lin Tian shook his head, his expression like that of an elder seeing a child do something wrong. "So greedy and cunning. If I let you go, you'll definitely report me. This child must not be allowed to live."

Now, only one person remains in the warehouse.

Lin Tian turned to Liu Lu, who was huddled in the corner.

The boy, who had always been the quietest and most inconspicuous, was now so frightened that his face turned ashen and his whole body trembled like a leaf.

The sound of teeth chattering could be clearly heard in the silence.

Liu Lu is Liu Xiaoqiang's son.

Liu Xiaoqiang is a bald security guard at a steel rolling mill, known for his ruthlessness, but his son is nothing like him.

Liu Lu was practically invisible in class; his grades were average, he didn't cause trouble, and he wasn't particularly outstanding.

His only notable trait was his exceptional skill at playing marbles; he had once beaten all the boys in the entire school.

"And you?"

Lin Tian dragged the axe towards him, the blade leaving a long, bloody trail on the ground like a scarlet snake. "What is your choice?"

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