Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

Upon hearing this mournful cry, the three men felt an urge to kill Qin Huairu; what terrible things had they done?

Only by giving birth to such a jinxed daughter can she bring misfortune to the family even after marriage.

If I had known this would happen, I should have shot her against the wall and drowned her in the latrine.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry! I'm so sorry!!! Waaaaah..."

Qin Huai crawled to the feet of the three men, looked at their disfigured and horribly mutilated appearance, and knelt there.

He kowtowed frantically in repentance, his forehead slamming against the cold stone with a loud thud, blood streaming down his temple.

Qin's father barely managed to regain a sliver of consciousness from the excruciating pain. The blisters on his face burst and oozed pus, and his eyes were swollen shut, yet one could still see the overwhelming rage and resentment within them.

He stared intently at his daughter kneeling before him, and with all his might, he hoarsely cursed, "Unfilial daughter! Unfilial daughter!!!"

What sins did I, Qin Dashan, commit in my past life to have given birth to a jinx like you?! Huh?! ! !

With each word spoken, the muscles in his face twitched, bringing even more intense pain, but this pain seemed insignificant compared to the resentment in his heart.

"From childhood to adulthood, I... I've never mistreated you, have I? I sent you off to get married, and I was counting on you to help support the family. Is this how you repay your father? You've dragged the whole family into this fire!!!"

"Dad! It's all my fault! I've dragged you all into this! I..."

Qin Huai was sobbing uncontrollably as she tried to explain.

"Shut up!!"

Qin's father roared with all his might, aggravating his wounds and causing him to gasp in pain, "I'm not your father! I don't have an unfilial daughter like you! Get the hell out of here! Get as far away as possible!!!"

Qin's mother, who was standing to the side, had also caught her breath. The pain on her face and the resentment in her heart made her look at Qin Huairu with hatred in her eyes.

"Qin Huairu, as the old saying goes, a married daughter is like water spilled from a bowl. You have long been a member of the Jia family."

Whether you live or die is none of the Qin family's business. You caused a huge mess outside, why did you bring it home? Huh? Have you lost your conscience?

"Mom! Let me explain, it's not like that..."

Qin Huai's attempts to defend himself were futile.

"I'm not your mother, you're my mother. Explain? Explain what?"

Qin's mother spat out a mouthful of saliva, "The truth is that you've ruined us, turning us into this inhuman, ghostly state. You never think of your parents when good things happen, but you push all the blame onto them when things go wrong."

You're worse than an animal.

Why don't you go find your deadbeat mother-in-law? Why don't you go find your doomed husband? Huh?!

Qin Xiaodi also struggled to raise his head, his face almost entirely covered in bruises, his eyes filled with resentment and malice towards his sister.

"Qin Huairu, you dare to be my sister? Look at us, look at what we've become?"

"This is all your fault, you jinx! You jinx! Why don't you just die?!"

"Little brother... why are you here too..."

Qin Huai looked at his younger brother, who had followed him around since childhood and whom he would save his own food rations to feed, in disbelief.

At this moment, he is actually cursing himself with such resentful and venomous language.

"Shut up!!!"

Qin Xiaodi roared, aggravating the burns on his neck, causing him to convulse in pain, "I don't have a sister like you! You don't deserve it!!!"

The insults, resentment, ruthlessness, indifference, and severing of ties from one's closest relatives are more ruthless and vicious than scalding water or Lin Tian's torment.

Qin Huairu's explanations, pleas, and remorse were all stuck in her throat.

So it turns out... in the eyes of my closest relatives, I am now already a menace...

The Lin family was destroyed because of her, and now her own closest relatives are also trapped in hell because of her, and hate her to the bone.

This is probably... karma, right?

Qin Huai stopped crying and kowtowing, and just knelt there, staring blankly at her family members whose faces were unrecognizable and who were still groaning and cursing in pain.

He slowly turned his head to look at the three cold corpses not far away, and finally, his gaze settled on Lin Tian, ​​who had been watching the show with indifference.

In the mountains and forests, the residual heat of the boiling water gradually dissipates in the morning breeze.

All that remained were painful groans, the low barking of wild dogs, and a despair and coldness more suffocating than death itself.

Looking at Qin Huairu's completely broken, empty, and lifeless eyes, Lin Tian knew that she had already tasted enough of the "appetizer."

Now, it's time for the "main course".

Without warning, the long-handled water ladle in his hand slapped Qin Huairu's already bloody and blistered face hard.

"Smack!!!"

Qin Huairu's head snapped to the side and fell to the ground as she was hit. Her already cracked lip was torn open again, and several loose teeth flew out mixed with blood and foam.

The excruciating pain forcibly pulled her from that numb, heartbroken state, causing her to let out a series of suppressed, painful cries.

"Are you snapping out of it?"

Lin Tian looked down at her and said innocently, "Isn't it just that your parents don't want you? Tsk tsk, look at you, so pitiful."

But wait, next, your husband, your son, your daughter... will all 'abandon' you too. How miserable would that be?

Despite the intense pain and dizziness, Qin Huai managed to focus her vision and saw Lin Tian's smiling face.

Fear, regret, despair... all sorts of emotions surged up again, overwhelming the physical pain.

She struggled to get up, supporting her upper body with her almost useless arm, and stretched out her right hand, covered with burns and blisters, toward Lin Tian.

"Please...please, don't hurt them, I beg you, Lin Tian...I beg you, let them go, come at me...come at me..."

She pleaded humbly, pressing her forehead against the cold, dirty mud, making a gesture of kowtowing to Buddha.

Lin Tian looked down at her, unmoved: "If you had known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place? Qin Huairu, you all drove yourselves to ruin."

He straightened up, no longer looking at the humble, begging woman on the ground, but turning to the octagonal table.

"Alright, the main character, the audience, and the actors are all in position. Now, please welcome our 'Best Actor'—Bang Geng—to the stage."

As he spoke, the ghostly figure silently floated to the stiff corpse and moved it onto the octagonal table.

A sharp kitchen knife appeared in the ghost's hand, its blade gleaming with a chilling light in the gradually brightening daylight.

"Lin Tian!! What do you want to do?!"

When Qin Huai saw the ghostly figure's movements and the knife, his heart nearly leaped out of his chest, and he let out a piercing scream.

Lin Tian turned his head, gave her an innocent and confused look, and spread his hands:

"I didn't do anything. I was just thinking about these stray dogs."

He pointed to the stray dog ​​tied up nearby, which was even more agitated by the smell of blood.

"She looks so pitiful, destined to be a kept man. I'm a kind-hearted person, so I'll see this through to the end."

How about... we chop up the 'male lead' and feed him to them? Make the most of him, right?

Chop up the stick... and feed it to the dog?

……