Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"Stop? This is just the beginning. System, guess what you look like to me?"

A human skin being used to beg for a title?

wrong!

"Pants"... none of those are correct.

Unable to contain its curiosity, the system asked, "What does it look like?"

[The corpse.]

Lin Tian coldly uttered two words.

The system felt a chill for no apparent reason. It was just a bunch of emotionless data, how could this be?

The host isn't going crazy and trying to kill me too, is he?

The more I think about it, the more likely it seems.

[Host, you can't be too selfish. I'm your system, you need to be more generous.]

beat!

Spend!

Packaged!

System brother, you bastard, I'll definitely kill you first, then give you a proper rite of passage. That's more magnanimous than you secretly reciting the Rebirth Sutra for that beast.

I will amplify the Compassion Mantra.

Lin Tian's ghostly figure entered the airspace of the Spirit Spring. The surroundings instantly became quiet. His gaze fell on the unconscious Jia Zhangshi, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

He no longer heeded any of the system's advice. The Spirit Spring Space now belonged solely to him; it possessed the ability to shield itself from the system, and he was the god of the Spirit Spring Space.

This is also why Lin Tian dares to make such boastful claims.

A basin of cold water was poured over Jia Zhangshi from head to toe.

"Cough cough! Ugh—!"

Jia Zhangshi was choked awake and got up with a violent cough. The fear and resentment from when she was being escorted still lingered on her face. She looked around blankly.

This is a pure white, boundless space, with only a clear spring in the center and a light, wispy white mist.

Then, she saw Lin Tian floating in the air, his outline gray and misty, blurry yet vaguely discernible.

"Ah—a ghost! A ghost!!!"

Jia Zhangshi let out a pig-like scream, her obese body suddenly falling backward, her buttocks slamming heavily onto the seemingly soft but actually hard floor, making her grimace in pain.

But fear overwhelmed everything; she scrambled backward on all fours, her triangular eyes filled with horror.

However, when she squinted and barely made out the outline and vague features of the "ghost," her fear strangely transformed into ecstasy and resentment.

"Hahaha...you little beast! It's you! Lin Tian!"

Madam Jia refused to back down. She sat on the ground, pointing at Lin Tian, ​​crying and laughing at the same time, appearing as if she had gone mad.

"Old Jia! Dongxu! It was you! It was you who dragged this little beast down there, wasn't it? Good! Karma! Karma! This scourge is finally dead! Hahahaha!"

She laughed until tears and snot streamed down her face, as if she had witnessed the most satisfying thing in the world.

"Snapped!"

A crisp, loud slap landed hard on Jia Zhangshi's right cheek.

Her head snapped to the side from the blow, and half of her face visibly swelled up, her mouth cracked, and blood seeped out.

"Are you awake now?"

Lin Tian "floated" closer, his voice coming through the gray mist, cold and devoid of any human warmth.

"Old hag, look closely, your death is near. Your old Jia, Jia Dongxu, Bang Geng, and Xiao Dang..."

He paused deliberately, pleased to see Jia Zhangshi's maniacal laughter freeze on her face, turning into a deeper fear. "They're all down there waiting to reunite with you."

"As for me..."

Lin Tian's voice carried a hint of amusement, "I'm still alive and well, aren't you surprised? Unexpected, aren't you?"

"No way! You're lying to me! You're clearly a ghost...you..."

Jia Zhangshi screamed in protest, but the wound at the corner of her mouth was aggravated, and blood mixed with saliva flowed down. The sharp pain clearly reminded her that this was not a dream.

Will a ghost... slap itself until it bleeds?

"ghost?"

Lin Tian scoffed lightly. The gray mist seemed to solidify a bit, revealing more of the outline of an eight-year-old child, but where the eyes were, it seemed as if two cold flames were burning.

"Mrs. Jia, you must believe in science and stop clinging to feudal superstitions. Come on, repeat after me—"

Lin Tian's voice suddenly became "righteous and awe-inspiring," enunciating each word clearly: "Prosperity, strength, democracy, civilization, harmony..."

Snapped!

Another invisible slap landed hard on Jia Zhangshi's right cheek.

The force was so great that she fell directly to the ground, her cheeks swelling up symmetrically like steamed buns.

She screamed in pain, spitting out several blood-stained broken teeth.

Why aren't you reading?

Lin Tian's icy voice boomed down, "Are you unpatriotic? Or... are you a spy, a bad guy infiltrating the masses?"

"You little bastard! I'll fight you to the death! I'll haunt you even as a ghost!"

Enraged, Jia Zhangshi's fear and pain transformed into a frenzy, like a trapped beast. She didn't know where the strength came from, but she suddenly got up from the ground.

It lunged at Lin Tian's "ghostly figure" with its claws outstretched, as if it wanted to devour him alive.

Snapped!

The third slap was harder than the first two.

Jia Zhangshi was sent flying like a tattered sack, crashing several meters away, spitting out mouthfuls of blood mixed with even more broken teeth.

She lay on the ground, feeling dizzy and her ears ringing. Her face no longer felt like her own, and the excruciating pain almost made her faint.

Lin Tian walked up to her and said coldly, "You still dare to resist? It seems you have serious ideological problems. Come with me and continue to learn and reform yourself, do you hear me?"

He pretended to raise his "hand," and an invisible pressure descended upon him.

Jia Zhangshi was scared.

The bone-chilling fear finally overwhelmed the anger and hatred.

She trembled, letting out muffled sobs from her throat: "I...I'll learn...I'll learn..."

"That's right. To admit one's mistakes and correct them is the greatest virtue."

Lin Tian withdrew his "hand" and continued to teach in that rigid tone: "Love, country, respect, career, honesty, trust, friendship, kindness."

Despite the excruciating pain, Jia Zhangshi struggled to repeat the words through her swollen, leaky mouth: "Ai... Guo... Jin Ye... Chen Xin... You Shan..."

"Snapped!"

The fourth slap landed precisely on her right cheek, which was already swollen like a pig's head.

For a moment, Jia Zhangshi's eyes glazed over after being hit, then a surge of grievance and confusion welled up inside her. She asked, her voice muffled and trembling with tears:

"Feed...feeding, why are you burying me again...I'm so annoyed...I'm stuck with you doing this..."

Lin Tian spread his hands, his innocent tone infuriating: "Isn't it the 'right fan' you mentioned?"

I've never seen such a bizarre request in my entire life.

"You asked for a slap on the right cheek, so I had no choice but to grant your request."

Jia Zhangshi: "..."

She couldn't catch her breath and almost passed out.

I feel like vomiting blood.

The absurdity and humiliation, mixed with the excruciating pain on her face, made her unable to hold back any longer. With a "whoosh," she spat out a mouthful of blood and broken teeth.

"alright,"

Lin Tian seemed to have lost interest in joking around, and his voice turned cold again, "There's one last sentence. After you finish reading it, I'll let you go."

Suddenly, an unbelievable glimmer of hope burst forth in Jia Zhangshi's originally despairing and murky eyes.

"Is Zun...Zun Du fake Du?"

She asked indistinctly, and the pain seemed to lessen somewhat.

Her mind raced: Lin Tian was an evil spirit, and she definitely couldn't defeat him alone; she had to survive!

If I can get out alive, I'll find a real master to exorcise the evil spirits.

Yes, we'll make sure his soul is scattered and he's never to be reincarnated!

Lin Tian's lips seemed to curve slightly, and he said innocently, "Of course it's true! My greatsword, Lin Tian's, never kills the old or the young."

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