Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

A remote mountain forest in the eastern part of the city.

The fog slowly spread during the darkest hour before dawn.

A large iron pot rested on a pile of stones, the firewood underneath crackling, and the water inside already boiling.

This pot is the one used to cook the dishes for the banquet that the Lin family, whose descendants had died out, had held for several days.

Six stray dogs, tied to a tree, bared their teeth at Lin Tian.

Qin Huairu, who had fainted, lay there bloodied on the octagonal table in the courtyard where all-staff meetings were often held.

In a little while, Lin Tian will also hold a general meeting for the entire hospital to address these stray dogs.

Lin Tian stood quietly by the pot, holding a long-handled ladle, stirring the boiling water occasionally.

He looked up at the almost imperceptible gray-white sliver on the eastern horizon.

"It's 5:30... less than an hour until dawn."

"It's a pity... there weren't enough spectators. I wonder if the ghostly figure has reached Qin Family Village yet?"

The image of Qin Huairu's vicious and crazed expression when she confessed to poisoning her mother flashed through her mind, along with the pain her mother might have suffered.

The last trace of hesitation in Lin Tian's eyes vanished, leaving only a chilling killing intent.

Their original sin was giving birth to such a vicious person as Qin Huairu.

When he arrived, he had the ghost light a fire, and then he sent him to invite Qin Huairu's parents and relatives.

You should know that the ghostly figure floats, and its speed is much faster than riding a bicycle.

As for not knowing the exact location of Qin Huairu's maternal home?

It's okay, you can ask. It's just a matter of spending a little more time.

Time passes little by little.

The mountains and forests remained silent, save for the bubbling of boiling water and the occasional whimper of a wild dog.

About half an hour.

On the open ground in front of Lin Tian, ​​the space rippled almost imperceptibly once again; the ghostly figure had returned.

Behind him, three people appeared out of nowhere, bound tightly with rough hemp rope and in a coma.

A rural couple, around fifty years old, their faces weathered and weary, and a young man who looked to be in his early twenties and bore a resemblance to Qin Huai.

After knocking them unconscious and taking them into the space, the ghostly figure came out directly from Lin Tian's side. This ability of the spiritual spring space is comparable to spatial teleportation.

The three people were tied to the tree.

Lin Tian glanced at the audience, his eyes showing no emotion.

He scooped up a full basin of boiling water, walked to the eight-immortal table, looked at the unconscious Qin Huairu on the table, and murmured softly:

"Qin Huairu, didn't you like eating white flour steamed buns from now on? I'll let you experience the feeling of both ice and fire."

Before she could finish speaking, a whole basin of boiling water was poured over Qin Huairu's head.

"Aaaaaah—!!!"

The moment the boiling water touched her skin, the excruciating pain of her flesh being torn apart, mixed with the terrifying heat, caused Qin Huairu, who was unconscious, to let out a scream so shrill it was completely inhuman.

She suddenly sat up from the table, but then rolled back to the ground due to the excruciating pain and weakness, writhing and twisting wildly on the cold mud.

I tried to scratch the burned area with my hands in vain, but each touch brought more intense pain.

Hair, face, neck, chest, arms...

Wherever the fish came into contact with boiling water, it instantly became red, swollen, and blistered. The wound where 99 pieces of fish had been cut was almost half-cooked after being scalded by boiling water.

Qin Huairu convulsed on the ground in pain, unable to suppress her cries of agony. It took her a while to finally make out the little boy standing in front of her.

This demon probably kidnapped Bangji and his parents, didn't it?

As if to confirm, Qin Huai looked around and saw two trees in front of her. One tree had her parents and younger brother tied to it, and the other tree had six wild dogs tied to it.

In the middle of the ground are the corpses of Banggeng, Xiaodang, and Jia Dongxu.

That demon!

He actually brought her family along as well.

"No—!!! No!!! Lin Tian!! You can't do this!!!!"

Qin Huairu, with a strength she didn't know she had, struggled to crawl toward Lin Tian using her knees and elbows, which were almost raw.

"I was wrong! I really know I was wrong!! Lin Tian! Please! Forgive my parents! Forgive my children! Forgive Dongxu!!"

They are all innocent!! You can torture me however you want! Kill me! Cut me into a thousand pieces! Please, please don't touch them!!!

She was crying and sneezing, her face covered in blisters and blood, looking utterly miserable. She kept banging her head on the ground and kowtowing.

Lin Tian sneered and said mockingly, "Oh? You know you're wrong? Qin Huairu, you don't just know you're wrong, you know your family is going to feed the dogs."

"No! No!!"

Qin Huai shook his head desperately, his body covered in blisters bursting and oozing murky liquid. "I have truly repented. Lin Tian, ​​you are still young, your life has just begun."

Be more magnanimous; you still have a chance to change!

Murder...murder is illegal, you know that? You can't make the same mistake again!!!

"Generosity? Repentance?"

Lin Tian seemed to have heard some huge joke. He slowly raised his head and looked at the sky, which was beginning to show a faint light. The oval moon was about to disappear.

"Once upon a time... I also wanted to be a good person..."

He paused, then looked away, the last trace of emotion in his eyes fading into silence, leaving only coldness and cruelty.

"Alright."

Lin Tian interrupted Qin Huai's useless pleas, "It's about time. Go and ask the three Qin family members to wake up. Still sleeping? There'll be plenty of time for them to 'sleep' in a while."

The ghostly figure beneath his feet silently appeared, obeying the command, and walked towards the large pot, scooping up a basin of boiling water.

Qin Huairu's heart leaped into her throat, watching the ghostly figure's movements in horror.

The ghostly figure, carrying the basin of boiling water, looked at the three people tied to the tree, seemingly feeling that one basin of water was only enough to take care of one person, not enough to "spread the rain and dew evenly".

So it did something that almost suffocated Qin Huairu: it poured the water from the basin back into the boiling pot.

Qin Huai had just breathed a slight sigh of relief, thinking there might still be room for maneuver...

The next moment, the ghostly figure picked up the entire pot, along with the boiling water inside.

"No--!!!"

Qin Huai let out a desperate roar.

Without any hesitation, the ghostly figure aimed at Qin's father, mother, and younger brother, who were tied to the tree, and poured down.

"Aaaaaaahh ...

"Help me—!!!"

"Which damn bastard splattered boiling water on me?! Aaaaaah!!!"

Three overlapping, piercing screams instantly echoed through the silent mountain forest.

Boiling water was poured onto the three people's heads, faces, necks, and chests without any cover... Their skin became red, swollen, blistered, and ulcerated at a visible speed.

If they hadn't been firmly tied to the tree with ropes, they would have been writhing in pain on the ground by now, or even died from the agony.

"Dad! Mom! Little brother—!!!"

When Qin Huairu saw the tragic state of her parents and younger brother, her heart was torn apart, and she let out a heart-wrenching cry.

Ignoring her burns and pain all over her body, she crawled towards the three people on all fours, leaving a trail of mud and blood behind her.

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