Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Old Liu's house.

Due to the combined effects of blood loss, Yi Zhonghai fell into a deep sleep again, emitting heavy and unsteady snoring.

Yan Bugui was dozing off in a broken chair in the corner, his glasses slipped down to the tip of his nose, and his snoring was soft but he would startle from time to time, clearly sleeping very restlessly.

Old Liu, by the dim light of the oil lamp, carefully observed the embryos of the ten fetuses, his brows furrowed.

How does a man get pregnant?

Yi Zhonghai has a wife, but they haven't had children for over twenty years. Yet, he is pregnant.

Could Yi Zhonghai be a hermaphrodite, one of those legendary people?!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!!"

The sudden, violent banging on the door made the wooden door shake violently.

"Old Liu! Open the door! Open the door now!! Help! Help!!!"

Old Liu's hand trembled, almost dropping the tweezers. His brows furrowed even more. Who could it be so late?

The voice sounds like that clueless idiot Zhu who came before?

Before he could even get up, the banging on the door became more urgent and violent, almost shattering the door panel.

"They're here! They're here to kill us!"

Old Liu muttered impatiently, put down his tools, and slowly walked over to unlatch the door latch.

The door had barely opened a crack when a tremendous force slammed in from the outside.

Caught off guard, Old Liu stumbled backward several steps after being bumped, but luckily he managed to grab onto a nearby table to avoid falling.

He was already thin, and after tossing and turning for most of the night, he almost passed out.

"What...what are you doing? In such a hurry to be reincarnated?" Old Liu was so angry that his beard stood on end as he looked up.

Sha Zhu was covered in dirt, his clothes were stained with large patches of blood that had turned blackish-brown, his face was ashen, and his eyes were red and swollen. He looked no better than when Yan Bugui had come before.

Could something terrible have happened again?

Sha Zhu didn't care about Old Man Liu's scolding at all. His eyes scanned the room in a panic. He saw Yi Zhonghai, who was unconscious on the bed in the corner, and Yan Bugui, who had been awakened and was rubbing his eyes in a daze.

He put the person who had turned away on the ground, then knelt down and pleaded, "Old Liu, please, save my sister! Quick! Please save her! I beg you!!"

"rainwater?"

Just woken up and still a little dazed, Yan Bugui saw the person on the ground and gasped in fright, almost slipping off his chair and even tilting his glasses.

"Silly Zhu! Rain... what happened to her?"

Sha Zhu ignored Yan Bugui, his eyes fixed on Old Man Liu, filled with the last glimmer of hope and frantic pleading.

"Old Liu, you're a doctor! Please take a look at my sister! There's still hope! Her body is still warm! Please save her! I beg you! I'll kowtow to you, I'll do anything for you!"

As he spoke, he was about to bend down and kowtow.

Old Liu was also startled by the sudden situation and the obviously dead female corpse on the ground.

He composed himself, a hint of solemnity and helplessness flashing in his cloudy eyes; he had seen this situation far too many times.

Old Liu squatted down, first reaching out to check He Yushui's breath, then lifting her eyelids to look at her pupils, and finally grabbing her cold, stiff wrist and placing three fingers on it.

The only sounds in the room were Sha Zhu's heavy, anxious breathing and the faint crackling of the oil lamp.

Yan Bugui also held his breath, watching nervously.

After a while, Old Liu let go of his hand, looked at Sha Zhu kneeling on the ground, staring at him expectantly, and sighed.

"Shazhu... please accept my condolences. Your sister... has been gone for more than half an hour, and her body is starting to stiffen. Please forgive me for being powerless to help."

"impossible!!"

Sha Zhu grabbed Old Liu's hand, his eyes wide with rage, and his saliva almost sprayed onto Old Liu's face.

"You're lying! My sister isn't dead! Her body is still warm! She still had a temperature just now! You're a quack! You're lying to me! You're cursing my sister! I'll kill you!!"

He looked like a mad tiger, about to throw a punch.

"Pillar! Stop!!"

Yan Bugui was so frightened that he rushed over and hugged Shazhu tightly from behind. "Zhuzi, calm down. Old Liu is a doctor. He said... he was telling the truth."

Rain...look at her wound...look at her eyes...

Yan Bugui pointed to the horrific wound on He Yushui's neck, deep enough to expose bone and with flesh turned inside out, as well as her empty, unfocused eyes, his voice filled with reluctance and fear.

Sha Zhu was held in Yan Bugui's arms, and his strength to struggle gradually dissipated.

Following the direction Yan Bugui pointed, he looked at his sister's face again—a face he had seen since childhood, yet now felt utterly unfamiliar and lifeless.

Old Liu's words, Yan Bugui's words, and the fact that he himself already knew but was unwilling to admit, all left him with no last glimmer of hope.

"No...no...rain...sister..."

Sha Zhu muttered to himself, then suddenly broke free from Yan Bugui, staggered and collapsed beside He Yushui's body, embracing her and weeping bitterly.

Old Liu shook his head, walked to the side, poured himself a bowl of cold water, and gulped it down to calm his nerves.

He was used to seeing life and death, but he still felt bad every time he encountered such a scene of family members breaking down, especially when the deceased was so young.

Looking at Sha Zhu's grief-stricken appearance, and then at He Yushui's corpse on the ground, Yan Bugui felt a mix of emotions.

The rabbit dies and the fox grieves; creatures grieve for their own kind.

Although He Yushui wasn't particularly outstanding in the courtyard, she was honest and well-behaved, and didn't have any bad intentions.

I never expected... that I would die so inexplicably.

Who will be next...?

He dared not think about it and subconsciously touched his stomach.

Although he is a man and cannot get pregnant, Yi Zhonghai's case is truly terrifying.

Time passed slowly amidst sorrow and depression.

After an unknown amount of time, Sha Zhu's crying gradually subsided, turning into intermittent sobs.

He seemed to have exhausted all his strength, collapsing to the ground, staring blankly at his sister's corpse.

Yan Bugui tried to comfort Sha Zhu with a few words, but Sha Zhu didn't react at all.

Old Liu then packed up his things, preparing to dispose of He Yushui's body as well; it couldn't just be left in the center of the room forever.

Just then, Sha Zhu's empty gaze moved unconsciously, sweeping over the only broken table in the room.

Besides the oil lamp, there was also a... ceramic pot on the table?

It seemed to contain half a basin of dark red liquid, but it was not very clear in the dim light of the oil lamp.

Sha Zhu's mind was still immersed in grief and blankness, and he didn't pay attention to the potted plant at first.

But after a few seconds, a strange, inexplicable feeling made his unfocused gaze focus slightly.

What is that pot for?

Why is it on the table?

What is that thing inside...?

Yan Bugui also noticed Sha Zhu's gaze and casually recounted what Yi Zhonghai had experienced.

Sha Zhu's pupils widened in shock: a pregnant man, deceps, and an old man?

A big melon came down, which washed away much of his sadness.

Therefore, pain can be transferred.

"Third Uncle, please accept my condolences. You are right. We must take revenge. I will kill Lin Tian and his sister to avenge my sister, and let the evil spirits taste the pain."

When Sha Zhu learned that Yan Bugui's wife, Third Aunt, had been burned alive in the fire that night, the two men felt a deep sense of sympathy for each other.

"Pillar, it's good that you understand."

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