Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Yi Zhonghai pulled Sha Zhu aside and said in a very low voice, "Zhu Zi, it's up to you now. Get the clothes and come back immediately. Don't delay."

Sha Zhu patted his chest, his face showing a "I've got this covered" expression: "Don't worry, old man."

Qin Huairu stood to the side, her eyes still red, but now there was a pitiful pleading look in her eyes.

She gently tugged at Sha Zhu's sleeve, her voice so soft it could melt your heart: "Zhu Zi... I'm counting on you... Sister Qin can only rely on you, her younger brother, now..."

These words were ambiguous and vague, like a feather gently tickling the tip of Sha Zhu's heart.

Sha Zhu became very excited. What did Sister Qin mean by this?

Could it be... that she's willing to be with me?

That's true. All the men in the Jia family are dead now, leaving only Xiao Dang as a child.

Jia Zhangshi is seriously injured and in the hospital; her condition is unknown.

Sister Qin is a widow with her daughter; she must be scared and want to find someone to rely on...

And his foolish Zhu, after so many years of dedication, has finally moved her!

"Don't worry, Sister Qin!"

Sha Zhu looked at Qin Huairu with burning passion, his voice trembling with excitement, "I will definitely avenge my nephew and Brother Dongxu, and vent your anger."

He spoke with absolute certainty, as if he could already see a bright future for himself and Qin Huairu.

The deaf old lady stood to the side, leaning on her cane, looking at Sha Zhu's pathetic state, sighing inwardly but not saying anything.

All she could say was, "Pillar... be careful."

"Okay, Grandma!" Sha Zhu replied and turned to walk towards the backyard.

Everyone in the courtyard watched his retreating figure with bated breath.

Yi Zhonghai, Yan Bugui, Qin Huairu... everyone knew that this piece of clothing was a matter of life and death for them.

Human sacrifice requires three things: the blood of a close relative, the bone of an enemy, and a living human sacrifice.

The blood-stained clothes of Lin's father were the blood of his closest relatives.

With this, plus Jia Dongxu's bones, and Jia Zhangshi...

If we can suppress the evil, there will be hope.

Xiao Wang, a police officer from the special task force responsible for protection and surveillance, frowned and walked over to ask, "Yi Zhonghai, what are you doing? What kind of clothes are you wearing?"

Yi Zhonghai's heart tightened, but he remained calm on the surface and explained, "I just wanted to get a coat for the old lady. She's getting old and gets cold easily."

He paused, then added, "As for what to do... what else can clothes be used for? To wear, of course."

These words were perfectly reasonable, but Officer Wang still felt that something was amiss.

He looked at Yi Zhonghai suspiciously, then at the others.

But everyone said he was just taking clothes, so what could he say?

As for why the deaf old lady didn't go back to the backyard to get her clothes... it's because she was afraid.

The backyard is too eerie now, who dares to go there?

The Intermediate Court is crowded, lively, and safe.

In the backyard, outside the main house of the Lin family.

Sha Zhu stood at the door and took a deep breath.

He didn't go to the side room of the Jia family's house, where Lin Tian and his sister, Qin Ming and the others now lived.

The three main rooms of the Lin family's house were empty, and the doors were not locked.

Since Lin's parents died, the house has been "rented" by the people in the courtyard, but no one has moved in yet.

Sha Zhu pushed open the door and went inside.

As soon as he entered, Sha Zhu felt extremely uncomfortable.

That feeling... was like having a pair of eyes staring at me.

Cold, emotionless, staring intently.

He shivered and subconsciously muttered under his breath, "Brother Lin, Sister-in-law Lin... I've offended you... Please forgive my rudeness..."

He spoke with a guilty conscience, his voice trembling.

The room was very simple—or rather, too simple.

The valuables had long been divided up and looted by the people in the courtyard; there wasn't even a decent quilt left.

Sha Zhu composed himself and began searching.

Where should Lin's father's blood-stained clothes be?

He opened the wardrobe first.

The room was empty, with only a few worn-out clothes inside.

I looked it up, but it wasn't there.

Then he opened the cabinet on the kang (heated brick bed).

There were some miscellaneous items inside, but no bloodstained clothes.

Sha Zhu panicked.

If she can't find any clothes... Sister Qin will be so disappointed...

He looked around and suddenly saw a cloth bag in the corner.

Walk over and open it.

Inside was Lin's father's work uniform.

The dark blue fabric had faded from washing, but large patches of dark brown stains remained on the chest and cuffs—blood that had dried.

Sha Zhu's hand trembled, and he almost dropped his clothes on the ground.

He could almost smell the stench of blood, mixed with the acrid smell of the boiler room...

Although he hadn't witnessed the horrific state of Lin's father before his death, he had heard stories of it: his entire body was burned beyond recognition, his skin torn and bleeding...

"Brother Lin..." Sha Zhu muttered again, quickly stuffing his clothes into his sleeves.

Just as he was about to leave, he noticed another piece of clothing in the cloth bag.

It belongs to Lin's mother.

A floral print blouse, washed very clean.

Sha Zhu hesitated for a moment, then picked up Lin's mother's clothes and stuffed them into his arms.

It's always better to have one more thing than one less.

He stood up, ready to leave.

Just then, the feeling of being stared at became even stronger.

Sha Zhu suddenly turned around.

The room was empty; there was nothing there.

But that feeling... just won't go away.

He swallowed hard and walked quickly outside.

As I reached the door, I suddenly tripped.

"Ouch!"

Sha Zhu screamed and lunged forward, crashing hard onto the threshold.

My knees are sore from the impact.

He got up and looked down—the threshold was perfectly fine, and there was nothing there.

What happened?

Sha Zhu felt a chill run down his spine and, not daring to think any further, scrambled out of the Lin family's house.

Inside the Lin family's house, a ghostly figure slowly emerged from the corner of the wall, coldly watching the direction where Sha Zhu had left.

The clothes were taken away.

well.

Lin Tian was inside the house, and through the ghostly figure's perspective, he saw everything.

Yi Zhonghai wanted Lin's father's bloodstained clothes...

It seems that preparations for repression are already underway.

A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

Take it.

I'm really looking forward to it.

Outside the window, Sha Zhu had already run back to the Central Courtyard.

He handed the floral shirt to Yi Zhonghai, gave him a wink, and said breathlessly, "Uncle... got it..."

Yi Zhonghai took the clothes and gave Sha Zhu a knowing look.

"Okay...okay..." he murmured, "With this...the old lady won't be cold anymore..."

Qin Huairu also came over, looking at the clothes with a flicker in her eyes. It's not this one. Why is the old man saying this?

Could it be that Sha Zhu hid the real Lin's father's bloodstained clothes?

Yes, there were police officers nearby.

Hope this helps.

If the great evil cannot be suppressed...

She might be the next one to die.

Or... Xiao Dang.

Qin Huairu shuddered and dared not think any further.

"Pillar," she looked at the silly pillar, her eyes gentle, "thank you..."

Sha Zhu scratched his head and grinned sheepishly, "Sister Qin, why are you being so polite with me..."

Yan Bugui realized that Sha Zhu was just burying his head in the sand.

The deaf old lady took the floral shirt.

Officer Wang, who was standing nearby, frowned even more as he watched this scene unfold.

What on earth are these people up to?

He walked up to Yi Zhonghai and asked casually, "Master Yi, these clothes... they look quite slippery. Is an old man wearing this?"

His expression seemed to say, "Are you kidding me?"

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