Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"Pfft!!"

Li Tiezhu's watermelon head rolled to his feet, his eyes still open, staring straight at Lin Tian with a final plea.

"Let him go?"

Lin Tian's lips curled into a cold smile. "Then who will leave my family alone?"

He raised his foot and kicked hard.

The watermelon head rolled a few times, bumped into the seat leg, and came to a stop.

The car was deathly silent.

The silence, which had lasted for more than ten seconds, seemed to stretch on endlessly.

Everyone held their breath, afraid to make the slightest sound that might attract the still-dripping axe.

"Evil Spirit Lord! Evil Spirit Brother!"

A middle-aged man suddenly crawled out from under the seat, rushed to the aisle, and began frantically kowtowing, his forehead thumping against the floor.

"Please, please let us go. We are innocent. We don't know those three people. We are just ordinary people. We don't know anything."

"Yes, yes, yes!"

Another young woman knelt down, her face streaked with tears, "We're not from the courtyard house."

"We're going back to Caixu Commune. We have nothing to do with those people. Please, please spare us."

With them taking the lead, everyone in the car followed suit.

"Evil spirit, I have elderly parents and young children to support, I can't die!"

"My son is only three years old and is still waiting for me to come home."

"I'm kowtowing to you, I'll kowtow to you a hundred times."

More than a dozen people, men and women, young and old, all knelt in the aisle, desperately kowtowing to Lin Tian.

Lin Tian's face remained expressionless.

This scene.

He's seen too much.

Everyone looks like this when they die.

He knelt down and begged for mercy, desperately explaining that he was innocent, that he had nothing to do with those people, and that he had elderly parents and young children waiting for him at home.

But what about back then?

How innocent is his family?

When my father was murdered, my mother was poisoned, and my sister was bullied, did anyone stand up and say a word?

No.

not a single one.

Now, they are kneeling here, begging him to let them go.

On what grounds?

Lin Tian glanced at the driver's seat, then his figure vanished without a trace.

As he left, everyone breathed a sigh of relief and wept with joy.

"Great! We survived!"

"Mom, I want to go home."

"Wife, I swear I'll never go to that brothel to see Ru Hua again!"

"Old Jia's wife, I love you."

Just then, the car suddenly lurched.

"Ouch!"

"What happened?"

"Driver, how do you drive?"

The car was scrambled inside, and several people rolled out of the aisle, crashing into seats and doors, getting into a heap.

The middle-aged man kneeling at the front slammed his head against the chair leg, drawing a bloody gash on his forehead, and screamed in pain.

Old Wu's hands were trembling as he gripped the steering wheel.

It wasn't just ordinary trembling; it was an uncontrollable, violent shaking, and his face was as pale as paper.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat, his eyes were fixed on the front, and his pupils were dilated with fear.

Braking.

The brakes are broken.

He just tried stepping on it, but the pedal was so soft it felt like stepping on cotton; it didn't react at all.

I tried a second time, and a third time.

Still no response.

Old Wu's mind went blank.

A seasoned driver with over ten years of experience, what kind of road conditions haven't he seen?

What kind of malfunctions haven't been dealt with?

But never before has anything terrified him as it does now.

It wasn't because the brakes were broken.

Because of.

He saw in his rearview mirror that the evil spirit carrying the axe glanced at him before disappearing.

Then, the brakes broke down.

This must be the work of evil spirits.

Old Wu dared not turn around.

He was afraid that if he turned around, he would see that face pressed against his back.

All I could do was grip the steering wheel tightly, stare intently at the road ahead, and desperately try to calm myself down.

"Driver! Stop the car! I want to get off!"

An old woman struggled to her feet, grabbed the seat, and staggered toward the driver's seat.

She had been kowtowing the most hard just now, her forehead was bleeding and blood was flowing down her eyebrows, but she didn't bother to wipe it away.

"Didn't you see? That's an evil spirit, a murderous evil spirit. It might not have gone far; it could come back and kill us at any moment."

She rushed to the driver's seat and reached out to grab Lao Wu's arm:

"Stop the car! Stop the car right now! I want to get off! I don't want to ride in this car!"

Old Wu abruptly shook off her hand and yelled, "Don't touch me!"

The car suddenly swerved to the side.

"Ouch!"

The old woman was thrown out and landed hard on her bottom in the aisle.

Her head hit the leg of the chair with a dull thud, and she curled up in pain.

"How do you drive?!" someone shouted.

"Brake! Is the brakes broken?"

Someone noticed something was wrong.

The car instantly descended into chaos.

Some people clung to their seats, desperately trying to steady themselves; some squeezed to the window and attempted to jump; others rushed to the driver's seat, shouting at the top of their lungs:

"parking!"

"Stop the car!"

"We want to get off!"

"Shut up!"

Old Wu roared, "Everyone, sit tight!"

But nobody listened to him.

Panic is spreading.

"Why won't you let us get off the bus?"

"Are you trying to kill us?"

"Stop the car! Stop the car! I need to stop the car!"

A burly man rushed forward, grabbed Old Wu by the shoulder, and pulled him backward.

Old Wu struggled desperately, but lost control of the steering wheel.

The car suddenly veered off course and veered off the road.

"ah--!!!"

The screams were deafening.

The bus, like a mad beast, rushed off the road, crashed through the guardrail, and plunged straight into the water ahead.

Houhai.

In the latter half of the night, Houhai Lake was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the waning moon in the sky.

Then, the mirror was torn.

"Bang--!!!"

A huge spray of water shot into the sky.

The bus plunged into the water, the waves crashing against the windows and quickly submerging the tires, the doors, and the windows.

The car was in complete chaos.

"Help!!!"

"I can not swim!"

"The window! Smash the window!"

Some people were desperately smashing car windows, some were climbing onto the roof, some were struggling in the water, and some had already sunk.

The water is deep.

It was bitterly cold.

The night was very dark.

It was terrifyingly dark.

Old Wu choked on the water and struggled to float to the surface.

It had just surfaced, panting heavily.

Then I saw a small figure standing quietly on the shore under the moonlight.

Carrying an axe.

Look at him.

Old Wu's pupils suddenly contracted.

He tried to shout, but water kept pouring into his mouth.

He wanted to swim, but his limbs were so cold that he couldn't feel anything, as if a hand was pulling him down.

They could only watch helplessly as Lin Tian turned and disappeared into the night.

It's as if it never existed.

The surface of Houhai Lake gradually calmed down.

Only a few hands remained out of the water, waving and shouting in vain, and then...

One after another, they sank to the bottom.

The moonlight shone quietly, shining on the bus that was slowly sinking to the bottom of the water, and on the people who were still struggling in the water.

Lin Tian walked towards the train station, glanced back at the direction of Houhai, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

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