Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

After climbing over the wall of the police station, Sha Zhu crouched low as he made his way through the dark alleyways.

His mind was in turmoil, mostly filled with worry for Qin Huairu, and he had no idea where Sister Qin had been called away.

But in the dead of night in Beijing, near Nanluoguxiang, which had just experienced a major fire, things were far from peaceful.

Police officers and community security personnel were still patrolling the streets, their flashlight beams occasionally sweeping across street corners and alleyways.

Sha Zhu didn't dare to show his face. He hid by a secluded path far from the main road, curled up behind a clump of lush weeds.

Time slipped away second by second in the agony.

The distant commotion gradually subsided, and the sound of patrolling footsteps seemed to fade into the distance.

Just as Sha Zhu was about to breathe a sigh of relief and carefully moved his leg, which had gone numb from squatting, his elbow accidentally bumped into something soft in the grass beside him.

"Huh? What's that?"

Sha Zhu subconsciously touched it with his hand.

It felt wet and slippery to the touch, and even had a little bit of... warmth?

That thing was soft yet firm, and seemed to have some elasticity...

Sha Zhu felt a sudden tightness in his chest, withdrew his hand, and looked at his palm in the pale moonlight that broke through the clouds.

Dark red, viscous liquid covered his palms, reflecting an eerie luster in the moonlight.

Blood!

It's blood!!

"ah!!!"

Sha Zhu let out a low cry of fright, his hand jerked violently as if burned, and his body involuntarily fell to the side, landing hard on the cold mud.

The moonlight illuminated more clearly the bushes where he had just been hiding.

A figure was huddled there in an extremely unnatural posture, half of his body hidden by weeds.

The moonlight fell on the man's pale profile and disheveled black hair; it was a face he knew to the core.

"Rain...rainwater?!"

Sha Zhu's throat felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and the sounds he managed to squeeze out were broken, filled with terror and disbelief.

He scrambled over, parted the weeds, and saw the whole scene: his younger sister, her eyes wide open, pupils dilated, her face bearing the lingering fear and pain of her last moments before death.

There was a terrible, deep wound on her neck, from which blood gushed out, soaking her clothes and the soil beneath her.

The body still retains warmth, but the breath of life has long since ceased.

"Aaaaaah—!!! Rain! Rain! Wake up! Look at your brother! Look at me!!"

Sha Zhu let out a shrill scream that was so mournful it was inhuman. He reached out his trembling hand, wanting to touch his sister's face, but he didn't dare.

He recalled that many years ago, in that cold winter, his father, He Daqing, followed the widow Bai and ran off to Baoding without looking back, leaving him and his sister to fend for themselves in this cold courtyard.

Back then, the rain was so light, and my sister cried from hunger. It was he, a half-grown boy, who stole food from the canteen, picked up coal scraps, and tried everything he could to raise her.

The brother and sister depended on each other for survival, enduring countless hardships and scornful looks. Finally, Yushui grew up, and their lives just began to look promising...

But now...

Now... the rain has died silently in this cold grass.

"An evil spirit! It's an evil spirit!! It must have been done by an evil spirit!!!"

Sha Zhu suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot and full of tears and snot, his expression twisted like a demon.

"Lin Tian! Lin Tangtang! You two little brats! You evil bastards! I'll kill you! I'll tear you to pieces! I'll grind your bones to dust!! Pay for my sister's life! Pay for her life!!!"

He collapsed to the ground, tightly embracing He Yushui's gradually stiffening and cooling body, burying his face in his sister's blood-stained shoulder, and letting out a suppressed, heart-wrenching wail:

"My dear sister, open your eyes and look at your brother, look at him again! It's my fault, I failed to protect you. I'm so sorry, so so sorry, sob sob sob..."

The night wind howled, and the moonlight was icy cold.

A burly man, holding his dead sister, wept like a lost child.

"Don't be afraid, Rain, your brother will save you. I'll go take you to a doctor right now. You have to hold on, hold on..."

Sha Zhu, who did not believe that He Yushui was dead, carried He Yushui on his back and headed towards Old Man Liu's house.

Hospital?

He wouldn't dare now.

If I go there, I'll probably get arrested, and I also need to save my sister.

In the darkness, Lin Tian's ghostly figure coldly watched Sha Zhu's collapse and wails.

[Host, He Yushui is innocent. She did not directly participate in the persecution of the Lin family. How can you indiscriminately kill innocent people?]

The system's death knell sounded again.

Lin Tian coldly replied, "Innocent? What about my Lin family? My father, my mother, and that eight-year-old 'me,' and my three-and-a-half-year-old sister who suffered abuse—aren't we innocent?"

[The nature of the situation is different! He Yushui didn't lay a hand on me; she's a woman, host. Can't you be a little more magnanimous?]

woman?

I thought the system was easy to use, but I didn't expect it to have a boxing attribute.

After his parents died, Yi Zhonghai used the Lin family's money to hold a banquet in the courtyard for several days.

Feast of fish and meat, laughter and joy.

The original owner and her sister were so hungry that they were dizzy and wanted to get a steamed bun, but they were beaten and driven away by Jia Zhangshi.

At that time, He Yushui was sitting at the table, eating the food that had been bought with the blood of the Lin family, just like everyone else in the courtyard. Her chopsticks stopped moving.

When the original owner was beaten to the point of near death, she just watched from afar, did nothing, and continued to eat her meal with her head down.

"She didn't do anything?"

Lin Tian stated coldly, "But she sat there, comfortably eating the blood-soaked buns of our Lin family."

She didn't raise a stick, but her silence and her enjoyment of it made her an accomplice and an endorsement.

She enjoyed the "benefits" that Yi Zhonghai and his group had plundered from the Lin family, even if it was just a bite of meat or a steamed bun.

While my family was struggling in hell, she was peacefully eating our "offerings" on earth. Tell me, how was she innocent?

[Host, this is displaced anger, it's extreme individualism. She's just an ordinary girl, what could she possibly do?]

[Host, one cannot be too selfish. Hatred has blinded you. You must learn to be magnanimous and let go. When will this cycle of revenge end?]

"Generosity? Letting go?"

Lin Tian seemed to have heard the most ridiculous words in the world, and sneered, "Damn system, stop with your hypocritical preaching."

Don't persuade others to be kind to others without suffering.

If the knife isn't stuck in your body, of course you can casually say "magnanimous." Why should I be magnanimous?

Why should we let those who drained the blood and flesh of the Lin family and laughed over our corpses go unpunished?

Lin Tian's gaze fell once more on Sha Zhu, who was carrying He Yushui's body in the distance: "Look, he knows sadness now, he knows pain."

But what was he doing when he saw Jia Dongxu and the others beating me to death?

He watched from the sidelines, perhaps even feeling a sense of satisfaction.

Did he feel even a trace of guilt when he ate the food that Yi Zhonghai gave him and helped him steal from my house?

Now that it's his turn to taste the bitterness of losing a loved one, he can't bear it?

So you think others are "indiscriminately killing innocent people"? That's some serious double standards, you dog system.

[Host! You are heading towards extremism and destruction! The flames of revenge will ultimately consume you! Think of Lin Tangtang! Do you want her to have a blood-stained, psychologically twisted brother?]

Be kind, how can you live with yourself like this?

Mentioning Tangtang, Lin Tian's eyes softened for a moment, but then became even colder and more resolute:

"It is for Tangtang's sake that I have to do this. I want to eliminate all potential threats and seeds of hatred."

I will make those beasts perish in fear and remorse, so that they will never have the chance to harm Tangtang in the slightest again.

In this world, weakness and kindness will only be devoured until nothing is left. I must be more ruthless and decisive than them to protect the people I care about.

"As for conscience?"

Lin Tian took one last look at Sha Zhu's back as he carried his sister's body and disappeared into the darkness, before his consciousness returned to a cold, lifeless silence.

"My conscience died the moment my parents were brutally murdered and the original owner of this body was beaten to death."

The one alive now is nothing more than a vengeful ghost crawled back from hell to collect a debt. Does killing such a beast require any conscience?

Since his transmigration and rebirth, he has all the original owner's memories, experiences, emotions, and pain.

Sometimes, Lin Tian felt that he hadn't transmigrated, possessed another body, or been reborn, but rather that Jia Dongxu had hit him with a brick, awakening the secret within his womb.

The system fell silent.

"Silly Zhu, cherish the days ahead. Once you complete your tasks and receive the system rewards, it'll be time to spend time with your sister."

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