Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"furious!!!"

Lin Tian's eyes sharpened, and his voice suddenly rose, carrying a cold and authoritative tone that was completely out of character for his age.

"Even on the verge of death, he still dares to spout nonsense; he truly doesn't know how to spell the word 'death'."

He took a step closer, his gaze piercing Yan Jiekuang like an icicle: "You want to know where your mother went? Fine, I'll tell you."

He paused, watching the two brothers' faces tense up instantly, a cruel smile curving his lips, and said, word by word:

"Your mother, Yang Ruihua, last night, in the fire at courtyard house number 95, was burned alive... to death."

"The skin was burned open and the flesh was torn apart, and the screams were continuous. In the end, it turned into a piece of charcoal."

"What, are you satisfied now? This is the retribution for your Yan family's aiding and abetting evil, oppressing your neighbors, and acting as accomplices."

"Fuck you!!! Lin Tian, ​​I'll kill you!!!"

Yan Jiekuang's eyes instantly turned bloodshot as the scene of his mother's tragic death was described so bluntly and cruelly.

Coupled with his long-standing fear of Lin Tian and the humiliation he felt at this moment, he completely lost his mind.

He roared, waving his fists, and charged at Lin Tian like a mad tiger, as if he wanted to tear Lin Tian to pieces.

When Yan Jiefang heard the news of his mother's death, he was also heartbroken and furious, but he had more of the caution of an elder and the fear of being intimidated by Lin Qi's imposing manner than his younger brother.

He saw his younger brother rush out and instinctively tried to stop him, but he was a step too late. At the same time, he caught a glimpse of a dark figure suddenly appearing behind his third brother out of the corner of his eye.

"Third brother! Watch out behind you!!!"

Yan Jiefang's pupils suddenly contracted, and he screamed in alarm.

However, it was too late.

Upon hearing his brother's warning, Yan Jiekuang's momentum faltered slightly, and he instinctively wanted to turn around and check.

Just as he turned his head—

A blood-stained axe, its blade gleaming with a chilling light, appeared out of thin air, as if it had always been hovering there, waiting for him.

The axe, with a sharp, piercing sound, traced a cold arc as it descended from above, its trajectory magnified continuously in Yan Jiekuang's eyes.

Yan Jiekuang didn't even have time to see what it was before he felt a chill on his neck and his vision suddenly spun around.

He seemed to see his headless body still propelling forward a few steps due to inertia before collapsing limply to the ground, scalding liquid gushing from the broken neck...

Then came boundless darkness and cold, and consciousness shattered instantly like broken porcelain.

"Thump..."

Wu Gua's body collapsed heavily to the ground.

"Gurgle..."

A ripe watermelon, still bearing the marks of shock, anger, and a hint of bewilderment, rolled a few times on the ground before coming to rest at Yan Jiefang's feet.

Those eyes were wide open, as if they never understood what had happened, even in death.

Time seemed to stand still.

Yan Jiefang sat there blankly, his gaze slowly moving from his younger brother's still slightly twitching corpse to the familiar yet unfamiliar watermelon head at his feet.

The last expression on his younger brother's face was etched onto his retina.

After the extreme silence comes the explosion of collapse.

"Ah—!!! So refreshing!!! So refreshing!!!"

Yan Jie let out a mournful wail, tears and snot streaming down his face. He wanted to crawl over, to hug his brother's watermelon, and to shake that body awake.

"Third brother!! Wake up!! Look at your brother!! Look at your brother!!! Waaaaah... Mom's gone, Dad's nowhere to be found, and now you too... you too... ahhh!!!"

The pain was excruciating, like my liver and intestines were being torn apart.

All the anger, fear, and scheming were overwhelmed at this moment by the most primal pain of losing a loved one and despair.

He didn't get along well with his eldest brother, Yan Jiecheng, but he got along quite well with his third brother, Yan Jiekuang.

Watching his younger brother die tragically before his eyes, with the murderer so close yet powerless to help, the pain and helplessness nearly drove him insane.

Lin Tian watched Yan Jiefang break down and cry coldly, his face expressionless, even somewhat admiring the scene before him.

The elder brother was devastated by the tragic death of his younger brother.

I wonder if anyone shed a single tear for the original owner, who was eight years old at the time, when he was beaten to the point of near death and watched his younger sister being pushed down and verbally abused?

Does anyone feel even a little bit of pity?

He kicked Yan Jiekuang's watermelon head at his feet, making it roll closer to Yan Jiefang.

"What? You can't even handle this?"

"When you two brothers saw me get beaten until I vomited blood, and when you saw my sister being pushed down and crying, weren't you laughing happily? Didn't you think it was very funny?"

Lin Tian squatted down and looked at Yan Jiefang, whose face was covered in tears and whose eyes were unfocused: "Yan Jiefang, I have good news for you. Your mother, Yang Ruihua, and your older brother, Yan Jiecheng."

They all went down to be with your mother and this foolish younger brother before you. Don't feel lonely.

Your father, Yan Bugui, and your younger sister, Yan Jiedi, will come to join you soon; the whole family should be together.

He watched with satisfaction as Yan Jiefang's pupils contracted sharply because of these words, his face drained of color, leaving only a deathly despair.

Lin Tian stood up and patted his hands to remove non-existent dust.

"Don't rush to cry, Yan Jiefang, you have a long road ahead of you."

"Isn't your dad the most calculating person, the one who knows the saying 'Where there's life, there's hope'? Aren't you his son?"

Come on, let me see if you can outlive your stupid brother? Or... provide a little more... "fun"?

His voice was soft, yet it sent chills down Yan Jiefang's spine more than any threat.

Looking into Lin Tian's cold, childlike eyes, then at her younger brother's unseeing death at her feet, and then at her brother's unremembered body not far away...

Fear made him forget to cry; all that remained was a trembling body.

Death has never felt so real and so close.

The mother burned to death, the father disappeared, and the eldest brother was hanged from a crooked tree.

Now, his third brother was right in front of him, putting on a show of splitting up.

Next... it's his turn.

Fear consumed reason and hatred, and death gripped Yan Jiefang's throat and heart.

He doesn't want to die!

He is still young.

He still has a long way to go before he gets to enjoy his "good days".

He hasn't gotten married yet, and he hasn't lost his virginity.

How could he die such a miserable and inexplicable death as his elder brother Jie Cheng and his third brother Jie Kuang?

The will to survive, like the last struggle of a drowning person, overwhelms all grief, anger, and even dignity.

"Lin...Lin Tian, ​​please...please...let me go, please let me go?"

Yan Jiefang's eyes were filled with obsequiousness and fear. He tried hard to force a remorseful expression and pleaded:

"It was all my fault before... I was not human, I was a bastard, I shouldn't have bullied you with them."

I shouldn't have laughed at you, and I definitely shouldn't have pushed Tangtang... I deserve to die, I really know I was wrong, please just forget about me.

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