Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"Ruihua... Ruihua... my Ruihua..."

Yan Bugui kept repeating his wife's name, as if the image of the burning woman writhing and screaming in the flames was still before his eyes.

She spent most of her life with him, a shrewd and calculating woman who also managed the household and bore him three sons and a daughter.

And just like that... and he was burned alive right before his eyes.

And he could only watch from the shadows like a coward.

"Dead... burned alive in the fire, right in front of me! Right in front of me!!!"

Yi Zhonghai still held him tightly from behind, restraining his struggles, while he himself was panting heavily, with veins bulging on his forehead.

He can't let go!

Absolutely not!

Yan Bugui is now his only ally and only helper!

If that old thing impulsively runs out and walks right into a trap, or even has a mental breakdown, how am I supposed to deal with that strange evil spirit all by myself?

"Old Yan! Calm down! Calm down!"

"What's the point of rushing out like this? You'll only get yourself killed; it'll be utterly useless."

"Let me go, Yi Zhonghai, you fucking let me go!"

Yan Bugui's eyes were bloodshot, and tears streamed down his face. He had long lost the refined and calculating demeanor of the "Third Uncle" he usually was, and was now driven mad by the grief of losing his wife and son.

"That's my wife! My wife, Yan Bugui's wife! I'm going to save her! I'm going to be with her! Even if we die, we'll die together! Let go!!"

He suddenly unleashed astonishing power, delivering an elbow strike, but accidentally slammed backward.

"Well!"

Yi Zhonghai grunted, and Yan Bugui's elbow struck him squarely in the slightly protruding abdomen.

An indescribable, churning pain instantly swept over Yi Zhonghai.

His vision went black, and his grip on Yan Bugui's arm loosened involuntarily.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yan Bugui broke free and rushed towards the alleyway and the direction where the flames were shooting into the sky.

Yi Zhonghai was so tormented by the excruciating pain that he could barely stand. He staggered back a step, but his foot was suddenly pulled by something.

"Aaaaaah—!"

Yi Zhonghai cried out in pain, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground. His buttocks and back ached terribly, but what was even more terrifying was that the pain in his abdomen suddenly intensified.

It felt as if something was writhing and tearing wildly inside, trying to burst out.

The cry of pain and the sound of him falling made Yan Bugui, who had already taken a few steps, suddenly stop.

He subconsciously glanced back and saw Yi Zhonghai curled up on the ground, clutching his stomach tightly with both hands, his face as pale as paper in the light of the distant fire.

His whole body trembled violently from the excruciating pain, and he let out suppressed, agonizing screams.

"Old Yi?"

Yan Bugui was stunned.

I'm a student of the Analects of Confucius. Was that elbow strike really that hard?

He did use all his strength in a fit of anger, but his goal was to break free of his restraints, not to seriously injure Yi Zhonghai.

Judging from Yi Zhonghai's appearance, he seems to be seriously injured...

Could it be that I accidentally injured his manhood?

Seeing Yi Zhonghai's pained appearance, Yan Bugui's frantic rush to save his wife instantly calmed down.

Regardless of the circumstances, Yi Zhonghai is now his only accomplice, and it's all for his own good.

"Old Yi! I...I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I..."

Yan Bugui hurriedly turned back and squatted down beside Yi Zhonghai, wanting to help him up but not daring to move. "Ruihua is my wife, I...I have to go..."

Yi Zhonghai was in so much pain that his vision blurred and his ears were ringing, but his remaining rationality told him that he had to keep Yan Bugui calm.

"Old... Old Yan, I know... I know you're in pain, and so am I. Cuilan... Cuilan was also killed by evil spirits."

But we have important things to do. That evil spirit must be eliminated, and those two brats from the Lin family must die, otherwise our wives... will have died in vain...

"It's no use going there now. So many police officers and firefighters are already trying to save her. Deep down, you know that your sister-in-law...she's probably already...already..."

The words were left unsaid, but the meaning was clear.

Yi Zhonghai, panting and clutching his stomach in pain, pleaded, "The dead cannot be brought back to life. As long as we live, we must avenge them."

"If you go and get arrested now, won't your sister-in-law's death have been in vain? You...you...can't avenge her!"

"revenge……"

Yan Bugui murmured the two words repeatedly, the chaotic grief in his eyes gradually being replaced by a twisted, burning hatred.

Yes! Revenge!

Ruihua is dead, and Jiecheng is dead too!

It's all because of the Lin family!

Because from the day Lin Tian was born and returned to the hospital, it was his parents who caused his family to be destroyed.

"Yes! That's right!"

Yan Bugui suddenly raised his head, his eyes becoming fierce and crazed. He no longer looked towards the fire, but stared intently at the dark corner, as if he could see Lin Tian's figure.

"Lin Tian! Lin Tangtang! They are children of evil spirits, a scourge, they deserve to die! They must die! I want them to pay for my wife's life! Pay for my son's life!"

Seeing Yan Bugui pulled back onto the "right track" by hatred, Yi Zhonghai felt a little relieved, but the sharp pain in his abdomen and the feeling of that wet, warm flow flowing down filled him with extreme fear.

He felt his strength rapidly draining away.

"Old...Old Yan, come quick...help me...take me to Old Liu's place..."

Yi Zhonghai's voice grew weaker and weaker, barely a whisper, "I...I feel...I'm going to die, my stomach...my stomach hurts so much..."

Yan Bugui was then jolted awake from his madness of hatred. Upon closer inspection, he saw that Yi Zhonghai's face was no longer pale, but his lips were purple.

He was curled up like a shrimp, and there seemed to be dark red water stains on the ground beneath him?

"Old Yi! Old Yi, are you alright?!"

Yan Bugui panicked. He knew he couldn't take revenge on his own, so he rushed over and frantically tried to help him up.

But as soon as his hand touched Yi Zhonghai's waist and abdomen, he felt something wet and sticky!

He recoiled as if electrocuted, and in the dim light from afar, he saw that his hand was covered in dark red.

Thick, foul-smelling blood!

"Blood?! Old Yi! Old Yi! You...you're bleeding heavily!!!"

Yan Bugui screamed in terror, his soul nearly leaving his body!

Did that elbow strike really rupture Yi Zhonghai's internal organs?!

How can this be good?

"I...I'll take you to the hospital right now! To the hospital!" Yan Bugui said, and started to carry Yi Zhonghai on his back.

"No...we can't go...to the hospital..."

With his last ounce of strength, Yi Zhonghai gripped Yan Bugui's clothes tightly, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

"If they go, they'll definitely get arrested... Brother Long and Brother Hu went to the police station and haven't come back, they're probably done for."

What we did might have already been exposed. We can't go to the hospital...we can't go...we can't go to Old Liu's house. I...I saved his life. He's a highly skilled doctor and keeps his mouth shut..."

Old Liu?

Yan Bugui's mind flashed quickly to the image of that eccentric, widowed old man who lived in a remote corner of the eastern city.

Is he a highly skilled doctor?

How come I didn't know?

When did Yi Zhonghai save him?

But there's no time to worry about that now!

"Good! Good! Old Yi, hang in there! You must hang in there!"

Yan Bugui hurriedly lifted Yi Zhonghai's heavy body, Yi Zhonghai's painful groans constantly assaulting his eardrums, and the ever-increasing bloodstains beneath him were even more shocking.

Yan Bugui was both anxious and afraid: Old Yi, please don't die!

If you die, wouldn't I become a murderer?

Old Yi is usually an eighth-level fitter, and he looks quite strong. How come he is so fragile?

Or... does he already have some kind of problem in his stomach?

"Old Yi, you...you have to bear with it. We're going to find Old Liu right now. You still need to avenge your wife, and we also need to kill those two brats from the Lin family..."

Yan Bugui struggled to carry him while babbling incoherently to him and encouraging himself.

Yi Zhonghai's body felt incredibly heavy, and Yan Bugui could clearly feel a warm, damp sensation spreading rapidly within his arms.

"It hurts...my stomach...it hurts so much..."

Yi Zhonghai lay in Yan Bugui's arms, his consciousness beginning to blur, only the tearing pain in his abdomen still stimulating his nerves.

He vaguely thought: Retribution... This must be retribution, it's evil spirits...

Yan Bugui gritted his teeth and, stumbling along, carried Yi Zhonghai towards Old Man Liu's house in the east of the city.

He had only one thought in his mind: Hurry! Faster! Old Yi can't die! If he dies, no one will avenge him!

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