Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"How do you want to play?"

Lin Tian gently twirled the axe in his hand, its blade reflecting a cold, sharp light.

"Should we turn him into a human pig, or make dumplings? I think roasting a whole Yang would be good too."

He paused, as if deep in thought:

"What do you think? Epilepsy?"

Yang Dianfeng took a few steps back, stumbled, and almost tripped over the weeds. His face turned ashen.

The fear in his eyes was hard to hide.

How could I have dared to do that?

Who gave you the courage?

Pinch the evil spirit's face, tease him, and say things like "Do whatever you want"...

it's good now.

We're doomed.

"younger sister……"

Yang Chusheng's voice trembled as he stared intently at the axe and the dried, dark red bloodstains on it.

Who did this just happen to?

I don't want to die...

"Retreat...retreat..."

Lin Tian took a step forward.

The axe dragged on the ground, its blade scraping against the stones, making a piercing "sizzle" sound and sending sparks flying.

Yang Dianfeng's eyelids twitched suddenly.

Yang Chusheng's eyelids twitched as well.

I'm going to die.

I'm going to die!

Lin Tian stopped and looked at Yang Dianfeng with a curious expression: "Why aren't you smiling anymore?"

"Weren't you laughing so hard just now? You laughed so hard your buttons flew off."

Yang Dianfeng subconsciously glanced down at her open collar and quickly covered it with her hand.

But my hands were shaking so badly that I couldn't fasten the two buttons that had flown off.

"Were you born unable to smile?"

Lin Tian took a step forward. "Or... are you unable to laugh now?"

Yang Dianfeng's legs went weak, and she almost knelt on the ground.

She leaned against the wall behind her, panting heavily, her mind blank.

Yang Chusheng was a little stronger than her; at least he could still stand.

But his legs were shaking, his jaw was chattering, and he was making a "clattering" sound.

"You...you really are an evil spirit?"

Yang Chusheng spoke with difficulty.

Lin Tian nodded, looking very serious: "The real deal."

He raised the axe and looked at the bloodstains on the blade in the morning light: "I killed forty or fifty of them, all from the No. 95 courtyard house."

"I killed your father, Factory Director Yang, and I also killed all of your father's lovers, Fish Leong."

He looked at Yang Chusheng: "The person you were waiting for has already been sent away by me."

Yang Chusheng's pupils suddenly contracted.

"She was calling your name before she died, saying 'Brother Chusheng,' but it's a pity that you never came even though she waited until her death."

Yang Chusheng's face completely lost its color.

Lin Tian turned to Yang Dianfeng: "And you, what did you just say? 'Play with me'?"

His gaze swept over her from head to toe: "Now, how do you want to play?"

Yang Dianfeng finally broke down.

She knelt down with a thud and kowtowed desperately.

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I shouldn't have pinched your face, I shouldn't have said those things, please let me go, please let me go."

Her forehead hit the ground with a thud, and blood appeared after a few blows.

Lin Tian looked down at her, without moving.

Do you know what you did wrong?

Yang Dianfeng raised her head, tears streaming down her face: "I shouldn't... I shouldn't have offended you..."

"wrong."

Lin Tian shook his head: "Your mistake was that you were laughing so happily."

Yang Dianfeng was stunned.

"Your father is dead, and you're not sad at all."

"Your brother is waiting for you here, and you're thinking about how to seduce him. So many people have died in this world, and you're thinking about how to play games with them."

Lin Tian took a step forward and gently tapped Yang Dianfeng's forehead with his axe: "A woman like you is even more disgusting than a hypocrite like Yi Zhonghai."

Your father was absolutely right to name you Yang Dianfeng (Yang the Mad Phoenix). Epilepsy, after all, you'd be a disgrace to the name if you weren't mad.

Yang Dianfeng's lips trembled as she tried to explain, but found herself unable to utter a single word.

"I killed so many people,"

Lin Tian continued, "Everyone knows they were wrong before they die, but you..."

He smiled:

"You're the only one who died without ever knowing what he did wrong."

He raised the axe.

"Lin Tian!"

Yang Chusheng suddenly shouted, "Let my sister go, and I... I'll give you money, lots of money. I know all the money my father hid, it's all yours."

Lin Tian turned his head and looked at him:

"Your father's money? Fish Leong already used it to buy her life. Unfortunately, she failed."

Yang Chusheng was stunned.

"As for you..."

Lin Tian sized him up, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Yang Chusheng, is that it? Did your father name you that because your thing is as big as an animal's?"

Yang Chusheng's face flushed red and then turned pale.

"But do you know why your father named you that?"

Lin Tian took a step forward: "Because your father knows you're a beast. When you slept with his mistresses, did you ever think about what those women should have yelled at?"

Yang Chusheng opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

"And your sister..."

Lin Tian pointed to Yang Dianfeng kneeling on the ground:

"When you're showing off in front of her, have you ever thought about the fact that she's your own sister?"

Yang Chusheng's face completely lost its color.

"You people of the Yang family," Lin Tian said, raising his axe, "have truly opened my eyes."

"I know I was wrong, I'll never do it again, please spare my life, I'm willing to change, I'm willing..."

The axe fell.

"No!!!"

Yang Chusheng's screams echoed in the bathroom.

But it disappeared very quickly.

A watermelon rolled to the ground, its eyes still open, gazing at the sky.

Do not look down.

Maybe he was thinking, why am I so unlucky?

Perhaps he was thinking that he hadn't had a chance to enjoy that money and those women yet.

Perhaps he was thinking that in his next life, he must be a good person.

Lin Tian gave a cold laugh, "You don't know you're wrong, you know you're going to die."

Yang Dianfeng slumped to the ground, staring at her brother's headless corpse and the gushing blood, feeling as if her bones had been removed.

"Epileptic, it's your turn. I need to check your license."

Lin Tian's voice came from above.

She looked up at the face of the eight-year-old child, at the blood-dripping axe, and suddenly smiled.

That smile was bitter, astringent, and filled with despair.

"Evil spirit...can I... ask you for a favor?"

"explain."

"Before you kill me..."

She closed her eyes, tears streaming down her face. "Could you... let me... let me..."

She couldn't continue.

Lin Tian looked at her and remained silent for a few seconds.

Then, the axe fell.

"Pfft!"

Yang Dianfeng's head rolled down next to her brother's head, their eyes staring at each other as if having a silent conversation.

"Little sister, we can be together again. This time I agree."

"Brother~~"

Lin Tian shook the blood off his axe, looked down at the two ripe watermelons, and whispered, "In the next life, remember to be a normal person."

His values ​​have been completely destroyed by this group of beasts; each one is more outrageous and more beastly than the last.

No wonder it needs to be cured; how many children will be corrupted by this evil trend?

How many people need to see an orthopedic specialist?

How many people are wary of fire, theft, and even their best friend?

How many people are afraid of their neighbor, Old Wang?

How many people...

……