Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Yan Jiekuang collapsed to the ground and wet his pants.

I heard the sound of my upper and lower teeth constantly clattering together.

Lin Tian glanced at it disdainfully.

"Lin Tian... Brother Lin... please..."

Yan Jiekuang continued to beg for mercy, "I...I'm still a child, I promise...I promise I won't tell anyone..."

He tried to back away, but his hands and feet wouldn't obey him.

He braced his hands on the ground, his fingers gripping the earth.

"No!!!"

"Bang!"

The back of the axe slammed hard into Yan Jiekuang's right knee.

"ah!!!"

A heart-wrenching scream erupted from Yan Jiekuang's mouth, echoing through the silent alley.

Yan Jiekuang looked down at his right leg; his kneecap was completely shattered, leaving a horribly concave indentation.

A wave of excruciating pain washed over him, overwhelming his consciousness.

"Does it hurt?"

Lin Tian's voice floated down from above, tinged with curiosity, "It must hurt a lot, right?"

My kneecap is broken; I'll never be able to stand up again.

But don't worry, you don't have this life anymore.

Yan Jiekuang was in so much pain that his whole body was convulsing, and tears, snot, and saliva mixed together and covered his face.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but his lips trembled so badly that he could only utter some indistinct syllables.

"Please...please...kill me...just kill me..."

Yan Jiekuang squeezed out these words.

He just wants to die now; he doesn't want to suffer like this anymore.

He knew he wouldn't survive.

"Should I just kill you?"

Lin Tian chuckled softly, as if he had heard something amusing. "That would be too good for you."

He walked around to the other side of Yan Jiekuang and examined his left leg as if admiring a work of art.

"Tell me, when you and your brothers ran out to call the police, did you ever think about this moment?"

"You think you're safe just because you've run to the police station? You think you can get me arrested just by calling the police?"

Yan Jiekuang shook his head desperately, "No...no...it was Father...Father said he would call the police...I...I didn't want to come...I really didn't want to come..."

"Oh?"

Lin Tian raised an eyebrow. "Then why did you still come?"

"He is my father, I can't disobey him..."

Yan Jiekuang spoke while crying, his voice growing weaker and weaker, "I didn't think that much... I just followed my older brother and the others... I didn't mean to..."

Lin Tian slowly said, "You know what? I'm a very fair and kind person. The principal offender and the accomplice may have different sentences, but the crime is the same. They're criminals, after all."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the axe again.

"Bang!"

Left knee, same position, same force.

Yan Jiekuang's body suddenly arched upwards, like a fish thrown ashore, and then crashed heavily back to the ground.

No sound could be made.

The pain was so intense that he couldn't even scream anymore.

Her legs were twisted at an unnatural angle, and dark red liquid seeped out from under her trouser legs, looking particularly glaring in the moonlight.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Lin Tian shook his head, as if sighing, "Both legs are useless, what a pity."

Didn't you just say your legs wouldn't cooperate and you couldn't run? Now it's all right, you won't have to run anymore.

Yan Jiekuang's consciousness was beginning to blur, and his vision was turning black intermittently.

But he could still feel the axe slowly moving above his body.

"Where to go next?"

Lin Tian's voice sounded like he was talking to himself, "Both legs are useless now, shouldn't it be the arms' turn? Or... should I just cut off their heads?"

The word "head" pierced Yan Jiekuang's brain like a needle, briefly restoring him to a state of clarity.

With the last of his strength, he propped himself up and let out a final roar in the direction where Yan Jiefang had disappeared:

"Second brother...save...me..."

The mournful sound carried far through the empty alley, filled with despair and resentment.

"Help me...help me...help me..."

The echo grew fainter and fainter until it finally disappeared into the night.

Lin Tian said leisurely, "Stop shouting. Your second brother is busy escaping for his life right now; he doesn't have time to care about you."

Yan Jiekuang's body went limp, completely losing the strength to struggle, and he lay on the cold ground.

His eyes were fixed on the bright moon in the night sky. The moonlight shone on his face, revealing the tear stains and fear on his face.

"Lin Tian..."

"I...I'll haunt you even as a ghost..."

"To become a ghost?"

Lin Tian smiled.

Do you think I'd give you the chance to become a ghost?

He raised the axe and aimed.

"Remember, in your next life, don't be born into this kind of era."

The axe fell.

The sound of the wind.

A sound of impact.

Then came deathly silence.

Another headless corpse lay on the ground in the alley.

The small watermelon rolled several meters away and came to rest against the wall.

Yan Jiekuang's expression froze in the fear of that last moment, his eyes still wide open, staring at the sky.

Lin Tian straightened up and shook the blood off his axe.

The blood droplet drew an arc in the air before landing on the wall, leaving a trail of dark red spots.

As everyone knows, he is a kind person.

But what Yan Jiekuang had just said reminded him of something that happened deep in the original owner's memory: the time Yan Jiekuang treated him to dinner.

This kid's so-called "treating" means he treats me to a meal and I pay the bill.

That day, the original owner lost a full three cents.

On the first day of first grade, Yan Jiekuang gave the original owner a social studies lesson.

I guess I was just too kind.

Last time, I treated him leniently and gave him a quick and easy punishment.

Lin Tian turned his head and looked into the depths of the alley, in the direction where Yan Jiefang had disappeared.

"There's one more."

"Little mouse, where do you think you're going?"

Lin Tian's lips curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, and his figure distorted slightly in the moonlight.

Then it seemed to blend into the shadows of the wall and disappear.

Only two corpses lay on the ground, and two watermelons lay quietly at the base of the wall.

...

Yan Jiefang is running.

Run like crazy.

His heart was pounding violently in his chest, as if it might jump out of his throat at any moment.

My lungs were burning with pain; every breath felt like being sucked in with a knife, cutting my trachea and lung lobes with excruciating pain.

But he didn't stop.

I dare not stop.

can't stop.

The eldest brother's head just flew off like that.

He saw it with his own eyes.

Just like that, without warning, a head detached from the neck, flew into the air, and then fell back down, rolling several times on the ground.

He even saw the expression on his older brother's face.

That bewilderment before I could even react, mixed with the fear that surged up at the last moment.

That image seemed etched into his mind, and he couldn't shake it off no matter what.

……