Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Lin Tian shook his head, gently pressing the boning knife against Xiong Er's throat. "Choose one, hurry up, I'm in a rush."

Xiong Er's mind went completely blank.

He looked at the eight-year-old boy in front of him, at those cold, emotionless eyes, and suddenly understood.

This is not a trial, it's a farce.

Lin Tian was enjoying their fear, like a cat playing with mice.

"I...I choose..." Xiong Er's voice trembled, "Can you...just be quick about it..."

"Make it quicker?"

Lin Tian tilted his head and thought for a moment, "Sure, I'll ask you a question. If you answer correctly, I'll give you a quick death; if you answer incorrectly..."

He didn't finish speaking, but Xiong Er understood the meaning behind his unfinished words.

"If you could do it all over again, would you still do it this way?"

Xiong Er opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

Because he knew that if they could do it all over again, and if it were the same amount of money, they would probably make the same choice again.

Human nature cannot withstand the test, especially for people like them who are inherently greedy.

"It seems you already have the answer."

Lin Tian stood up and looked down at him. "Unfortunately, there are no second chances in life."

The axe swung in the dimly lit warehouse, tracing a heavy arc.

Instead of aiming for the neck, the sword landed precisely on Xiong Er's wrists, which were bound behind his back.

A pair of rough, large hands fell to the ground with a thud, landing on the dusty cement floor, their fingers twitching reflexively a few times.

"Aaaaaah!!!!"

Xiong Er's heart-wrenching screams broke through the rag stuffed in his mouth and echoed through the empty warehouse.

The excruciating pain contorted his face, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes.

"Kill me...please give me a quick death..."

Lin Tian tilted his head to look at him, grinned, and softly hummed a tuneless little tune:

"Hungry, hungry, hungry"

A sweet burp mingles with the fragrance of the body; bear fur and axe adorn the red water; bear paws stir the clear waves.

The last rays of the setting sun slanted in, casting an eerie golden rim over the bloody scene.

The demon's whisper filled the two with terror.

Lin Tian turned his head and found the two of them staring at him with extremely fearful eyes.

"What's with those expressions?"

Lin Tian frowned, tapping the ground lightly with his axe. "Does he think my corpse doesn't sound good?"

Xiong Er was in so much pain that he couldn't speak a complete sentence, only making hoarse gasping sounds from deep in his throat.

He managed to squeeze out three words: "...Kill me..."

With a rag stuffed in his mouth, Liu Xiaoqiang could only make muffled "ooh" sounds, but his eyes were wide open, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints, filled with the most primal fear.

That is the despair of animals facing their natural enemies, knowing they are doomed but unable to even escape.

"Want a quick and easy solution?"

Lin Tian curled his lip, dragging the axe in a line on the ground. "No way. You look down on me."

He suddenly perked up again, his eyes sparkling like a child who had just received a new toy:

"Since the poem isn't very pleasant to listen to, I'll sing you a song. Luckily, we have some great instruments here."

Lin Tian skipped over to the wooden barrel containing Xiong Da, the twilight light shining directly on it.

He raised the axe, took a deep breath, and then brought it down with a mighty chop.

"Click—"

The wooden barrel cracked open, and semi-solidified soil mixed with some silvery-white liquid flowed out.

Xiong Da's corpse rolled on the ground, swollen beyond recognition, its skin a sickly bluish-gray, covered with spiderweb-like dark red blood vessels.

Lin Tian crouched down, gently sliced ​​the corpse's neck with the boning knife, and then skillfully pulled it downwards as if peeling an orange.

The entire bear skin was peeled off completely, making a sickening "ripping" sound.

The muscle tissue inside had liquefied and decayed, exhibiting a state of corrosion by strong acid, emitting an indescribable pungent odor.

"oops!"

Lin Tian shook his head regretfully, the tip of his knife tracing the intact bear skin. "Too much mercury was added. What a pity. I wanted to make a more exquisite work of art."

He turned to look at Liu Xiaoqiang, who was tied to the pillar, and said apologetically, "Sorry, Bald Qiang, Xiong Da is gone, but we still have Xiong Er."

He smiled as he looked at Xiong Er, who was still convulsing. "He's definitely willing to dedicate himself to art, isn't he?"

Upon hearing this, Xiong Er unleashed its last bit of strength from its mutilated body and struggled frantically.

The severed wrist rubbed against the rough cement floor, leaving two shocking bloody marks.

"Don't come any closer...don't come any closer, I don't want to...I don't want to..."

Lin Tian frowned, his expression as serious as if he were lecturing a disobedient student: "Xiong Er, a bear can't be too selfish. Be generous, don't be petty. Be good, it won't hurt."

"Thousands of readers are watching, don't embarrass Xiong."

These words made Liu Xiaoqiang freeze.

reader?

What kind of reader?

Who is this madman talking to?

Lin Tian ignored Xiong Er's struggles.

He raised his axe, cleared his throat, and introduced himself in an exaggerated, announcer's tone:

"Ladies and gentlemen, now on stage is the greatest musician of 1963—Beidofen Lin!"

Under the utterly terrified gazes of the two, the axe landed on Xiong Er's back.

The first blow struck Xiong Er's shoulder blade, producing a dull "thud".

The second blow landed beside Xiong Er's spine, accompanied by a clear cracking sound.

The third time, the fourth time...

Lin Tian didn't stop; his movements had a strange rhythm, like striking some ancient musical instrument.

As the axe rose and fell, he began to sing in broken but rhythmic English:

"Let me be your body dumping case~"

With each line of "dispose of the corpse" sung, an axe would fall.

"I just got my lung cut out and eaten~ Wow~"

"The case of dumping a body."

"I just got my lung cut out and eaten~ Wow~"

Xiong Er's screams gradually weakened, turning into unconscious groans, and then fell completely silent.

The sounds of axes chopping bones, flesh tearing apart, and Lin Tian's off-key singing intertwined in the warehouse at dusk, creating a bizarre symphony of fate.

Lin Tian was completely immersed in his performance. He even closed his eyes, his head swaying gently to the rhythm, a satisfied smile on his lips.

After an unknown amount of time, the singing stopped.

The axe fell one last time with a dull thud, and was then casually tossed to the ground.

Lin Tian opened his eyes, let out a long sigh, and felt fine beads of sweat on his forehead.

He looked at the now unrecognizable Xiong Er and nodded in satisfaction.

"Hmm, the rhythm is still a bit lacking, and the high notes aren't hitting properly."

He commented to himself, like a singer who had just finished a performance reviewing his show.

Then he turned to Liu Xiaoqiang, the only one still alive, and that innocent smile returned to his face:

"What do you think of this song? Did I sing it well?"

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