Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

The walls on both sides of the alley stood tall in the darkness, and a gust of wind blew in from the alley entrance, carrying an indescribable chill.

The three of them shuddered simultaneously, fear spreading through their hearts.

Yan Jiefang's ears twitched, and he asked in fear, "Big...Big Brother, Third Brother, did you hear anything?"

It seems... it seems like there are more than just the three of us making footsteps.

There are only three of us, but it sounds like four people's footsteps to me.

These words were spoken.

Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiekuang were even more frightened.

Yan Jiecheng did not answer, but quickened his pace, walking almost close to the front edge of the flashlight beam.

Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang instinctively followed.

But the sound of four people's footsteps became clearer, as if they were right next to him.

The sound of the wind mingled with the sound of their footsteps. None of them dared to turn around or stop. They could only quicken their pace, trying to shake them off.

The shadow at the base of the wall is slowly lengthening.

Just then, the moonlight peeked out from behind the clouds, casting a silvery-white glow across the entire alley.

The three of them stopped in their tracks at the same time.

The moonlight shone on the ground a meter in front of the alley entrance, and also on them.

There were several shadows on the illuminated ground—four, not three.

Yan Jiekuang's lips trembled as he said, "Big...Big Brother, Second Brother, what do you think...?"

His finger trembled as he pointed to the ground, his voice choked as if something was stuck in his throat, "There are... there are four shadows on the ground, but only three of us came out to call the police."

They're still too young; is it something they can just say out loud?

Yan Jiefang stared at the ground, his voice trembling with a tremor he himself was unaware of:

"I see with my eyes."

Yan Jiecheng swallowed hard, staring at the four shadows side by side, and heard his own heart pounding in his ears.

He took a deep breath and said, "Second brother, third brother, I'll count to three, and we'll run to the police station together."

"it is good."

Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang readily agreed.

"three."

The second one hasn't arrived yet.

Yan Jiecheng paused for a moment, then suddenly lunged forward, his voice breaking into rapid breaths in the night wind:

"run!"

He rushed forward several steps ahead, shouting in his heart: Second brother, third brother, don't blame me. I want to live. I just got married, and I haven't even had a few days of enjoying the good life with my wife, children, and warm bed.

"You son of a bitch, Yan Jiecheng! How dare you cheat us? Are we not your brothers anymore?"

Yan Jiefang started cursing loudly, and his elder brother stopped shouting and rushed forward as well.

Yan Jiekuang stood there, stunned, unable to react. How could his elder brother treat them like this?

Unexpectedly, his eldest brother lacked martial ethics and his second brother lacked morality. He tried to run after them, but with his short legs, how could he possibly outrun them?

Yan Jiecheng was overjoyed to have left the two men four or five meters behind. Sometimes, escaping doesn't require you to be fast; you just need to be faster than your companions.

The beam of the flashlight was still swaying in front of me, its light drawing an irregular arc in the night.

He heard Yan Jiefang's cursing and Yan Jiekuang's rapid breathing behind him. He felt guilty, but he didn't stop walking.

He'll consider it his fault as the older brother, and he'll burn extra paper money for them during Qingming Festival in the future.

Once you run past that next alley, the lights of the police station will come into view.

His legs were still moving, and the beam of light was still swaying.

"call out!"

"Thump!"

Yan Jiecheng felt dizzy and tumbling, and his consciousness paused for a moment.

Then he saw a body lying on the ground, wearing the familiar dark gray coat, with its arms still in a forward-stepping position.

But the area above the neck is already empty.

Where's the head?

The body continued forward two steps due to inertia before slowly collapsing.

He saw the flashlight fall from the loosened hand, its beam tracing an arc across the night sky.

He recognized who it was.

is himself.

Where is my own head?

then……

Then they saw that Yan Jiefang, the second brother, who was rushing over from a distance, paused and suddenly stopped behind them.

His gaze was fixed on his own side, while his third brother, Yan Jiekuang, collapsed to the ground, covering his mouth with his hand, his eyes filled with fear.

What did they see?

Could it be an evil spirit?

Or should I die in a certain manner?

Yan Jiecheng wanted to continue thinking, but his mind had already stopped.

Yan Jiefang cried out in fear, "Big Brother!"

Then he turned and ran away.

He had just seen his older brother, who was running ahead of him, suddenly beheaded and die silently.

It was definitely caused by evil spirits.

Fear continued to spread.

Yan Jiefang felt like he was going crazy, like he was going to die, and that death was approaching him step by step.

He wanted to live, he had to live, he didn't want to die.

Yan Jiekuang was so frightened that his legs went weak and he couldn't get up. He was the youngest, only eleven or twelve years old, and had never seen such a scene before.

Even though the process of the stick being smashed to death was terrifying, it was ultimately just Jia Zhangshi's account to the deaf old lady. How could it compare to the unforgettable and horrifying experience of witnessing it firsthand?

The eldest brother is dead, who will be next?

Second brother?

Or is it myself?

"It's an evil spirit...it's an evil spirit...don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Yan Jiekuang begged for mercy, his gaze sweeping across the night before settling on the gradually darkening alleyway and the direction in which his second brother had disappeared.

It landed back on that head that was still lying on the road. What should I do?

Dead leg.

Stand up quickly.

But the physiological fear had already spread throughout his body, and all he could do was shout at Yan Jiefang's fleeing figure:

"Second brother, save me! Second brother, don't abandon me! I don't want to die! Please save me..."

He won't save you.

Lin Tian stood condescendingly in front of Yan Jiekuang, carrying a bloodstained axe that hadn't been used for years.

"You...you're Lin Tian? How could it be you?"

Yan Jiekuang carefully examined the dark figure before him and recognized it as his own from its outline.

But when his peripheral vision caught sight of the axe, he immediately begged for mercy:

"Lin Tian, ​​please let me go. Have you forgotten that I treated you to a meal at Hongxing Elementary School?"

Lin Tian scoffed, "You little punk, stop begging for mercy. You were already courting death when you were about to call the police. Look at the example your older brother set for you."

"No! No, I didn't know you were the murderer. Lin Tian, ​​please let me go, and promise to keep it a secret and not tell anyone."

"Keep it a secret?"

"Only the dead won't tell anyone."

Lin Tian smiled calmly, raised the axe high in his hand, and revealed a kind smile.

Yan Jiekuang felt a chill in his heart. Was he going to die?

Just because you went out to call the police?

If I had known, I wouldn't have come out.

Heaven has forsaken me!

Alas!

……