Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Seeing that begging for mercy was useless, Xiong Da realized that the other party was determined to kill them. Since that was the case, he decided to fight to the death.

His survival instinct overcame his fear; his eyes widened suddenly, and his hand flashed towards the Type 54 pistol at his waist.

"Lin Tian! Go to hell!"

Xiong Da roared and drew his gun with astonishing speed.

He was able to become a squad leader in the security department because of his quick shooting skills.

However, Lin Tian simply stood there quietly, a mocking smile even playing on his lips.

"furious!!"

Lin Tian shouted, and his axe sliced ​​through the air, leaving only a blur.

Before Xiong Da could pull the trigger, he felt a chill on his wrist, followed by excruciating pain.

He looked down and saw that his right hand, which was holding the gun, was severed at the wrist, but his palm was still tightly gripping the gun handle, twitching slightly on the ground.

"Aaaaaah!!"

Xiong Da screamed in agony, clutching his bleeding severed wrist as he collapsed to his knees.

Xiong Er and Liu Xiaoqiang, who were just about to rush forward, suddenly stopped in their tracks, their faces turning ashen.

Only because

Lin Tian had already bent down and picked up the gun. The dark muzzle was pointed directly at them, and the barrel reflected a cold light.

"You two are really impatient. The King of Hell wants you to die at midnight, but you couldn't wait until midnight to go."

The voice was calm, yet it sent a chill down Xiong Er and Liu Xiaoqiang's spine.

Xiong Er swallowed hard, forcing out a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Lin Tian, ​​would you believe me if I said it was a misunderstanding?"

"Do you believe I'm a ghost?" Lin Tian asked, tilting his head with a mocking look in his eyes.

Xiong Er opened his mouth awkwardly, but ultimately lowered his head dejectedly: "...A letter."

He truly believed it.

The dark figure before me is a vengeful ghost that has crawled back from hell to claim my life.

Xiong Er, clinging to a sliver of hope, said, "Lin Tian, ​​can you let us go?"

What do you think?

Lin Tian countered, raising the gun slightly to aim at Xiong Er's forehead.

Xiong Er's heart sank to the bottom.

He realized that there was no way out for him today.

If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have been greedy for that little bit of money, and I shouldn't have followed Section Chief Liu to do those immoral things.

He remembered his wife's gentle smile, his son Xiong Chushan's mischievous antics, the thought of not letting his daughter Xiong Xiaohua go hungry, and the unborn third child...

Unfortunately, no if.

Liu Xiaoqiang, however, has not given up. He still has a wife and son at home; he cannot die.

"Lin Tian, ​​I can give you money if you let me go, and I'll tell you everything."

Lin Tian scoffed, "If I kill you, your money will be mine, right? Why should I keep a menace like you alive?"

Liu Xiaoqiang was stunned. He opened his mouth, but found himself speechless.

Lin Tian is right. The dead don't keep secrets. He still has family. If we search carefully, we can always find his money.

"Alright, I'm too lazy to waste my breath on you. You're not worthy. Now, listen to the mournful dirge of death."

He didn't fire; instead, he tucked the gun back into his waistband and found some pieces of hemp rope in the corner.

Xiong Er and Liu Xiaoqiang wanted to resist, but seeing Xiong Da's miserable state on the ground, and Lin Tian's pistol at his waist and axe in his hand, they hesitated.

In the end, they gave up resisting and let Lin Tian tie them up like dumplings.

Lin Tian's technique was very skillful; he tied a sailor's knot, which tightened the more the two struggled. He picked up two pieces of rag from the ground and stuffed them into their mouths.

"Mmm...mmm..."

Xiong Er wanted to say something, but could only let out a muffled whimper.

Lin Tian ignored them and turned to walk towards Xiong Da, who was still screaming in pain.

Take out a large wooden barrel from the space.

"What are you going to do? Lin Tian, ​​what are you going to do?"

The bear crawled backward in terror, its severed wrist leaving a trail of blood on the ground.

Lin Tian did not answer. He picked up the burly man, who weighed nearly 150 pounds, with one hand and threw him into the wooden bucket like a sack of potatoes.

The movements were so effortless they were chilling.

"Ahhh! Please let me go! I know I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!"

Xiong Da struggled inside the wooden tub, but the walls were too high, and he couldn't climb out at all.

Lin Tian started filling the bucket with soil. Don't ask where it came from; it was taken from his spatial storage.

"You don't know you're wrong."

As Lin Tian filled in the soil, he spoke in a calm voice, as if he were chatting, "You know you're going to be skinned alive and dismembered."

More and more soil was added, gradually burying Xiong Da's legs, waist, and chest.

Xiong Da's struggles grew weaker and weaker, not because he was out of strength, but because fear had stripped him of all his power.

When the mud reached his neck, he finally broke down.

"Lin Tian! I'll haunt you even as a ghost! You'll die a horrible death! Your whole family will die a horrible death!"

Xiong Da uttered the most vicious curse, his tears mixed with mud and smeared all over his face.

Lin Tian stopped what he was doing, tilted his head and looked at him: "Become a ghost? You think you still have the chance to become a ghost?"

He took out two things from behind him: a gleaming boning knife and a sealed iron bucket.

Opening the small iron bucket revealed a silvery-white liquid that gleamed eerily in the moonlight.

mercury.

Xiong Da's eyes widened almost to burst. He recognized what it was; he had seen old hunters use this method to obtain whole fox pelts before.

Make a small incision in the top of the animal's head, pour in mercury, and the weight of the mercury will cause the skin and flesh to separate automatically.

"Don't worry,"

Lin Tian grinned, a smile that sent chills down the spines of Xiong Er and Liu Xiaoqiang, who were bound together. "I'll make good use of your bearskin."

I've heard that using the skin of the most resentful person to make a sky lantern can light the way to the underworld.

I will ensure you are never reincarnated, so that I may light the way home for my father, Lin Jianguo.

"No...please...please..."

Xiong Da's last bit of bravado vanished, leaving only desperate pleas.

But Lin Tian had already squatted down, and the boning knife precisely made a small cut on Xiong Da's head.

His movements were as professional as an old butcher's.

Then he picked up the mercury bucket and began to slowly pour it out.

Silvery-white liquid flowed into the wound, and Xiong Da's body began to convulse violently, emitting a horrifying scream from his throat.

A few minutes later, the screams stopped.

Lin Tian stood up and kicked the wooden barrel. Xiong Da's body slumped to one side and fell silent.

"Bald Qiang"

Lin Tian suddenly turned to look at Liu Xiaoqiang, a strange smile on his face, "I've taken care of your stinky bear. There won't be any more bears to stop you from cutting down trees."

This joke seemed particularly bizarre at this time and place.

Liu Xiaoqiang was trembling all over, and the rag in his mouth was soaked with saliva.

Lin Tian's smile suddenly vanished, and he slapped his forehead: "Look at my memory, Xiong Er is still tied up here, how can that be considered taking care of the stinky bear?"

He strode toward Xiong Er, gently twirling the boning knife, stained with blood and an unknown liquid, in his hand.

The blade reflected a cold light, illuminating Xiong Er's pale face.

The back of the boning knife gently patted Xiong Er's cheek, making a soft "slap slap" sound.

"So, how do you want to die?"

Xiong Er's eyes widened, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints with fear.

He wanted to speak, but his mouth was gagged, and he could only make "woo-woo" sounds.

Tears streamed down his face uncontrollably, mingling with the blood and grime, creating ridiculous streaks.

Lin Tian seemed very patient, slowly pulling the rag out of Xiong Er's mouth, and asked again:

"Tell me, how do you want to die? I'll give you a choice since you were somewhat cooperative earlier."

"I...I don't want to die..."

Xiong Er's voice was hoarse and almost inaudible.

"This option is not on my menu."

……