Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"Good heavens! I never expected it was you and Factory Director Yang who caused this mess. Damn it, why don't you just die?"

When I caught Li Huaide and Liu Lan having an affair in the cafeteria warehouse, they didn't even try to kill me, but you guys are something else.

"Killing someone is one thing, but you don't even spare their family, not even the children! You're all beasts! I must have been blind to have respected you all these years."

Sha Zhu immediately started cursing. He was a reckless person, but after hearing Yi Zhonghai's words, he even wanted to kill someone.

A group of hypocrites who rashly arrive at the shore.

If you want to harm others, then harm them. Why drag us into it?

How innocent are we?

Thinking of her sister's tragic death, the lack of news about Sister Qin, and the fact that she was being targeted by evil spirits and could lose her life at any moment, she felt a pang of sadness.

The anger and hatred in Sha Zhu's eyes burned wildly. He couldn't deal with the evil spirits, but could he not deal with you, the culprit?

"Silly Zhu, what are you doing? Don't come any closer!"

Yi Zhonghai cried out in alarm, trying to appeal to his emotions, "Zhu Zi... Zhu Zi, don't do anything rash... I'm your grandpa..."

Sha Zhu squatted down in front of him, slapped the cleaver against his face, and said, "Old man? You dare to challenge me?"

"How...how am I not worthy?"

Yi Zhonghai was still making a last-ditch effort: "Have I taken care of you less all these years? Your father ran away, who helped you and your sister? Who helped you find a job?"

Sha Zhu roared, "You're taking care of me? You're only taking care of yourself! You're using me as a pawn, making me deal with those who don't listen to you!"

That's because you see I can fight, and you want me to be your henchman so that your position in the compound is more secure.

After all, the second uncle has three sons, the third uncle also has three sons, but you don't have a single one.

Even though you're an old man, you're afraid. You're afraid the people in the courtyard will eat your last penny, so you need thugs to intimidate others.

And I, He Yuzhu, the War God of the Courtyard, am the henchman you chose. Although my name is Shazhu (Silly Pillar), I am not stupid.

All these years I've willingly listened to you, not because you're so right, but because of the years my cheapskate father ran off with a widow.

Just as you said, you took care of my siblings and me, fed us, and found me a job. I will remember your kindness.

Yi Zhonghai was stunned by the shouting.

He never expected that He Yuzhu, who usually seemed silly, was actually very perceptive.

Is he really so reckless?

Is he still the same silly Zhu?

Yan Bugui stared blankly at Shazhu, as if seeing a ghost for the first time.

In the dark shadows of the corner, Lin Tian, ​​who had learned the whole truth, was also stunned by Sha Zhu's words.

This was the first time he had ever seen Sha Zhu so lucid. Had he been so frightened that he had lost his mind?

but…

Sha Zhu, you really don't believe that Yi Zhonghai actually takes care of you and your siblings and even finds you jobs, do you?

Your father, He Daqing, was tricked into leaving the courtyard house, and the living expenses He Daqing sent back were intercepted by Yi Zhonghai.

The permanent job your father left you was bought by Yi Zhonghai as a favor, and he gave you an apprenticeship instead. You were still thanking him obsequiously.

You're incredibly smart, truly exceptionally so.

You pathetic, Sha Zhu, you deserve to die!

Yi Zhonghai, you deserve to die!

And Director Yang, I want your whole family wiped out, leaving no one alive. Don't let me find out about your entire extended family.

You're right, the hatred for killing one's father is irreconcilable, and I am your retribution.

I'll start with Yi Zhonghai; your watermelon head will remain on your head for a few hours for now.

I will be there soon.

I will take good care of your entire family and all your relatives.

"No... Zhu Zi, you've misunderstood..." Yi Zhonghai tried to explain.

"Misunderstand?"

Sha Zhu sneered, "So the burning of my house was a misunderstanding? My sister Yu Shui's death was a misunderstanding? And your killing of Lin's parents, which caused the evil spirits to appear, was also a misunderstanding?"

He grabbed the kitchen knife: "This hand you've given us today is what you owe us. Go explain it to them when you're dead."

"Wait!" Third Master suddenly called out.

Sha Zhu paused, turned around and looked at Third Master with a puzzled expression.

Yi Zhonghai, who had been on tenterhooks, secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Third Master is righteous!

Third Master said in a deep voice, "Shazhu, use more force, be quick and precise, my cleaver is a bit dull."

Yi Zhonghai's eyes widened: "Third Master...you..."

His heart had sunk to the bottom.

"I'm not helping you; you're such a beast, you don't even deserve it."

Third Master said coldly, "I'm afraid you'll scream in pain and cause unnecessary trouble."

He then looked at Sha Zhu: "Go ahead and chop with all your might. Start from the wrist and try to cut it off in one stroke."

Sha Zhu nodded, took a deep breath, and raised the cleaver again.

Yi Zhonghai's heart pounded with fear. He crawled forward with all his might. He didn't want to lose his hand. He didn't want to die. He wanted to live.

"Wait!" Yan Bugui suddenly called out.

Sha Zhu paused again, looking at him irritably, indicating that he wouldn't stop until he gave a reasonable excuse.

Yi Zhonghai's fear subsided, and he gave Yan Bugui a grateful look.

Old Yan is benevolent and righteous!

Yan Bugui smirked coldly, "Yi Zhonghai indirectly caused the deaths of my wife and three sons. I must be the one to do this."

Sha Zhu retorted, unconvinced, "Third Uncle, are you trying to outdo me in misery?"

Yan Bugui scoffed, "You think you're as miserable as me? Who could be more miserable than me?!"

After thinking it over carefully, Sha Zhu realized that he had only lost one younger sister, and even if he included Sister Qin, whose fate was unknown, he only had two. He couldn't compare to the other person who had lost four family members.

Even multiple cockroaches couldn't compare.

But I also want to chop off his hand.

Third Master interrupted, "You two stop arguing, why don't you each use one hand?"

"Third Master's insight is brilliant!"

Sha Zhu obediently handed the kitchen knife to Yan Bugui, saying that four people had died and he should be considerate of the old man.

Anyway, everyone has their own turn to make a move, so there's no rush.

Yan Bugui patted Yi Zhonghai's face with a kitchen knife. As soon as the knife was raised high, the cold light it emitted shone on Yi Zhonghai's face.

Yi Zhonghai's heart tightened. "Old Yan...you...where is your conscience? When the Lin family's houses were being divided, your family and the Jia family were the happiest."

"conscience?"

"Hahaha! My conscience has long been eaten by dogs. If I had any conscience, would I be eating up the Lin family's extinct descendants with you?"

"Ruihua, Jiecheng, Jiefang, and Jiekuang are dead. I no longer care about right or wrong. Yi Zhonghai, cut off my hand!!!"

As Yi Zhonghai watched the blade draw ever closer, he finally broke down completely.

He was utterly despondent.

She stopped pleading and explaining, and just stared intently at Yan Bugui, her eyes filled with resentment.

"Yan Bugui...you will regret this..." he hissed. "The evil spirits will not let you go...not a single one of you..."

"Then let it come." Yan Bugui said, and with a swift motion, he brought down his knife.

The blade sliced ​​into flesh and struck bone, producing a sickening sound.

Yi Zhonghai's eyes widened, veins bulging on his forehead. Just as he was about to scream, Third Master forcefully stuffed a foot towel into his mouth.

"Waaah..."

Blood gushed out, splattering all over Yan Bugui.

He's a teacher after all; he's not as strong as he used to be.

He gritted his teeth and delivered another blow, finally severing the hand completely.

Yi Zhonghai looked at his severed wrist and the gushing blood, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted again from the pain.

Before his consciousness completely faded, only one thought remained in his mind:

Kill me.

Stop torturing me.

Give me a quick death!

Yan Bugui picked up the beast's hand; it was still twitching slightly.

He forced himself to suppress his nausea and handed it to Third Master.

Third Master took the severed hand, examined the cut carefully, and nodded: "Your knife skills still need practice. The bone fragments are uneven, and a lot of marrow has leaked out."

"practice?"

Yan Bugui's lips twitched. "Is this something you can practice?"

"Why not?"

"A butcher practices his knife skills, an executioner practices beheadings; it's all about practice, skill."

Third Master placed the severed hand on the altar, then took out a small porcelain bottle from his pocket and sprinkled some white powder on Yi Zhonghai's wound.

He was afraid that the offerings would be sent before the ceremony was even held.

Sha Zhu, who was listening nearby, suddenly had a bright look in his eyes.

He stepped forward, took the still-dripping cleaver from Yan Bugui's hand, and said excitedly:

"Third Master, look at mine! This strike will be really cool!!"

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