Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"Mmm...so you shouldn't have killed me..."

Yan Jiefang swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "I was forced. I am innocent."

I didn't mean to go against you... really, I didn't know you were behind it all. If I had known, I wouldn't have come out. You have to believe me...

"innocent?"

Lin Tian repeated the word, then suddenly laughed out loud, "Many people have told me they are innocent, are you really innocent?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

Yan Jiefang thought there was a chance for things to turn around, and nodded vigorously, "I am really innocent. I did nothing. It was all my father's idea."

Lin Tian's smile slowly faded, and his eyes turned icy: "Then why did you run away just now?"

Yan Jiefang's expression froze.

"If you're truly innocent, why are you running? What are you feeling guilty about?"

Lin Tian looked down at Yan Jiefang, who was slumped on the ground, and slowly raised the axe in his hand.

"You can't convince me, just as you can't convince yourself."

You know what you did. You knew that running away from your brother would kill you, yet you still abandoned him.

You're just gambling, gambling that I might have a moment of weakness and let you go.

The raised axe was reflected in Yan Jiefang's pupils, its blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

"pity……"

Lin Tian's lips curled up slightly. "You lost the bet."

"Wait! Wait!"

Yan Jiefang suddenly shouted, "I have something else to say! I have something else to say!"

Lin Tian's axe stopped in mid-air: "Any last words?"

"I...I can help you."

Yan Jiefang's voice was urgent and fast, as if he were racing against death, "Brother Lin, listen to me, only the three of us brothers know about this."

Now they're both dead, and I'm the only one left.

If you kill me, the police will definitely investigate... Three people died in the alley, it will definitely alarm the whole neighborhood...

"So you're threatening me?"

Lin Tian's eyes became even more dangerous.

No, no.

Yan Jiefang quickly explained, "What I mean is, I can help you cover this up."

I can go to the police station to report it and say that someone else did it. I can give you an alibi. I…”

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly heard a strange sound.

The sound was very faint, like something being dragged on the ground.

"Rusty."

It's getting closer and closer, clearer and clearer.

Yan Jiefang's voice caught in his throat. He stared wide-eyed at the depths of the alley behind Lin Tian.

Something was wriggling in the darkness.

The moonlight couldn't reach the shadow, but he could see an outline, a human-shaped outline, crawling on the ground, its movements twisted and eerie.

The thing crawled very slowly, each inch of progress was extremely difficult, but it was indeed moving in that direction.

What terrified Yan Jiefang even more was that the height of the outline was wrong; it was too short, not at the height of a normal person lying on the ground.

Then the thing crawled into a beam of moonlight.

Yan Jiefang recognized who it was.

It is Yan Jiekuang.

Or rather, it was Yan Jiekuang's body.

It is a headless body.

Yan Jiekuang was crawling forward inch by inch, using his hands to support himself on the ground.

The blood at the severed neck had congealed, forming a purplish-black scab that looked particularly gruesome in the moonlight.

Its fingernails were all peeled off, and its fingers were covered in dirt and blood, but it still stubbornly crawled forward.

"This...this..."

Yan Jiefang's pupils dilated, and he wanted to scream, but fear trapped his voice in his throat.

The headless corpse continued crawling forward, until it reached Lin Tian's feet, where it stopped.

"Look, your brother told me he misses you."

Lin Tian's voice carried a faint hint of amusement; the scene just now was, of course, a trick he had orchestrated using his mental power.

Yan Jiefang could no longer control himself and broke down completely. Tears and snot streamed down his face as he said in despair:

"No, no, no!"

"No, Jie Kuang, Third Brother, I didn't want to. I really didn't want to abandon you. I wanted to call someone to rescue you. You have to believe me."

He spoke to the corpse, his voice growing louder and more hysterical: "Did you hear me? I went to call for help. I didn't abandon you, I didn't! Don't come any closer..."

But his explanation received no response.

Yan Jiekuang's body lay silently in the moonlight, his severed neck facing him like a silent mouth questioning something.

"That's really touching."

Lin Tian continued, "We're brothers, how could I bear to tear you apart?"

"No...no..."

Yan Jiefang had completely broken down. His pants suddenly felt hot again. "Don't kill me... I don't want to die... I haven't gotten married yet..."

"I haven't lived enough yet, please let me go, Brother Lin. I'll do anything you want, I'll be your slave..."

"To be treated like a beast of burden?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Tian chuckled softly, "I don't eat beef."

The axe finally came down.

"ah!!!"

Screams ripped through the night sky and echoed through the empty alley.

A severed hand flew out, its fingers still twitching nervously, and landed on the ground a few meters away.

Blood gushed from the severed wrist, splattering onto the wall.

Yan Jiefang covered his severed wrist with his left hand, rolling on the ground, his screams turning into intermittent wails.

The excruciating pain burned his nerves like flames, and his consciousness oscillated between lucidity and confusion.

"Does it hurt?"

Lin Tian asked with genuine curiosity, "Is it more painful than a broken knee?"

Yan Jiefang was unable to answer. He curled up on the ground, convulsing like a wounded insect, groaning in pain.

Lin Tian moved around to his other side and said, "Your family really are the kind that never goes poor from eating or dressing, but they do go poor if they don't plan ahead."

To survive, one can abandon even one's own brother.

What does this mean?

This means you're not a good person either.

Lin Tian raised his axe again.

The axe fell.

His left hand also flew out.

Yan Jiefang didn't even have time to scream; he was already in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound.

Two severed hands lay on the ground, one on the left and one on the right.

Blood gushed from the severed wrist, quickly forming a small, dark red puddle on the ground.

Yan Jiefang's face was completely bloodless, as white as a sheet of paper.

His eyes were half-open, his pupils were unfocused, and he seemed to be unable to see what was in front of him.

"Stop playing dead!"

Lin Tian tapped Yan Jiefang's cheek with the side of the axe. "I know you're still conscious. This little injury won't make you lose consciousness immediately."

Yan Jiefang strained to focus his eyes, and Lin Tian's face appeared in his blurry vision.

"You...you..."

"What about me?"

Lin Tian smiled and said, "Are you trying to say that I'm a devil? A demon? A ruthless executioner?"

Yan Jiefang did not answer, but his eyes said it all.

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