Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

"Oh? Then I'll have to take a look."

Sha Zhu became even more excited when he heard what Third Master said.

He wiped the blood off the knife with the corner of Yi Zhonghai's clothes, took a deep breath, and raised the cleaver.

This time, he targeted Yi Zhonghai's left wrist.

The blade reflected a cold light in the candlelight.

Hand up, knife down.

Click!

This strike was faster and more ruthless than Yan Bugui's earlier one.

The blade cut precisely into the gap between the wrist bones with almost no resistance, just like cutting a ripe cucumber.

Yi Zhonghai's body jerked violently, and his eyes widened instantly.

He was jolted back to reality by excruciating pain from his coma.

"Ugh—!!!"

He wanted to scream, to roar, to shout out the pain with all his might.

With a rag stuffed in its mouth, it couldn't even bite its tongue to commit suicide, let alone scream.

Tears, snot, and saliva mixed together, flowing down from the corners of his mouth and dripping onto his shirt.

He struggled desperately, but Sha Zhu pinned his body down with his knees.

The severed wrists flailed wildly in the air, and blood splattered all over the ground like two fountains.

Sha Zhu seemed oblivious to Yi Zhonghai's pain, bending down to pick up his left hand that had just been severed.

"Third Master, please take a look!"

Sha Zhu handed over the severed hand, his face even showing a hint of expectation. He was eager to prove himself, hoping that Third Master would take notice of him and protect him.

In his view, the reason he was still alive despite so many deaths in the courtyard was because Yi Zhonghai had obtained two life-saving charms from Third Master, one of which was in his possession.

"Is the cut clean and smooth?"

Third Master took it and looked at it over and over again.

The bone at the wound was intact, and blood was still slowly seeping out.

"Um..."

Third Master nodded, a rare look of approval on his face. "Silly Zhu, you're a martial arts prodigy. This knife technique can't be mastered in less than ten or eight years."

Upon hearing this, Sha Zhu raised his eyebrows smugly: "That's right! That's right! I'm a cook, and I've practiced knife skills for over ten years."

As he spoke, he even gestured a few times as if he were chopping vegetables, completely unaware that Yi Zhonghai was in so much pain that he was about to faint.

"Third Master," Yan Bugui looked at the altar, "now that we have the bones of our enemies, may we begin?"

Third Master placed the second severed hand on the altar, arranging it side by side with the first one.

With one hand on the left and one on the right, palms facing upwards, it seemed as if he was still praying for something.

"Not yet." Third Master shook his head. "One thing is missing."

"What else is needed?"

Sha Zhu asked, "We have the bones, the blood, and the offerings."

"not enough."

Third Master thought for a moment, "We still need to use a lot of the blood of our enemies, which may be able to make up for the lack of blood from our closest relatives. After all, Lin's father's blood is dried, so it won't have much effect."

"How much health do you need?" Yan Bugui asked.

Third Master looked at Yi Zhonghai with a complicated expression: "We should drain almost all the blood from his body."

The room suddenly fell silent.

Only Yi Zhonghai's faint sobs and the crackling of the candlelight burning on the altar could be heard.

Sha Zhu swallowed hard: "Let...let it dry?"

"right."

Third Master nodded, "Take his heart's blood as a guide, then make four incisions on his wrists and ankles, and let the blood slowly flow into this basin."

He pointed to a copper basin below the altar: "Once the basin is full of blood, soak Lin's father's blood-stained clothes in it."

In this way, the blood of blood relatives and the blood of enemies are mixed together. Although the effect is not as good as that of true blood relatives, it should be enough.

Looking at Yi Zhonghai, who was half-dead on the ground, Yan Bugui suddenly asked, "Then...can he still live?"

Third Master glanced at him and asked, "What do you think?"

Yan Bugui remained silent.

The answer is obvious—how could a person survive if all the blood in their body were drained?

"But..." Yan Bugui hesitated, "Ga people...this is a Ga person..."

"What do you think we're doing right now? What were you doing just now?"

Third Master sneered, "From the moment you raised your cleavers, there was no turning back. Don't you think it's too late to say all this now?"

Yan Bugui opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but couldn't find the words.

Yes, he cut off the hand.

He didn't think that much when he made the cut.

It just felt great!

"Moreover," Third Master continued, "do you think Yi Zhonghai, in his current state, could survive even if we let him go?"

With both hands severed and blood loss so severe that even if he were taken to the hospital, he wouldn't survive, it's better to let him die with some value than to let him die slowly and painfully.

Even if he survives, given his ruthless nature in harming the Lin family, do you think he'll let you off the hook?

This may sound cruel, but it is the truth.

Yi Zhonghai was in so much pain that he was barely conscious, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and he was still making meaningless whimpers.

Although Third Master had applied medicine powder to both severed wrists, blood was still slowly seeping out.

At this rate, he will die from excessive blood loss before he even has to be bled out.

To seek revenge, to survive...

Yan Bugui took a deep breath and made up his mind, saying, "Then... let's do as Third Master says."

Shazhu: "Okay!"

Seeing that both of them agreed, Third Master began to set up the altar.

He placed his two severed hands on either side of the copper basin, and then took out a delicate little knife from his pocket—the blade was only three inches long, but it gleamed coldly.

"This is a special knife for taking blood from the heart," Third Master explained. "The blade is hollow, so the blood will flow out along the handle. Sha Zhu, hold him down and don't let him move."

Sha Zhu squatted down, pressed down on Yi Zhonghai's legs with his knees, and pressed down on his shoulders with his hands.

Yi Zhonghai seemed to sense something and began to struggle desperately again, but excessive blood loss left him with no strength at all.

Third Master lifted Yi Zhonghai's shirt, exposing his chest. He found the right spot, pressed his left hand against his chest, gripped the knife in his right hand, aimed at his heart, and slowly stabbed it in.

The blade pierced his flesh, and Yi Zhonghai's body jerked violently, his eyes widening instantly.

But he couldn't make a sound, only a hoarse sound coming from deep in his throat, the fear of death already permeating his entire body.

Third Master's hand was very steady; the tip of the knife went deeper and deeper until it touched his heart.

With a flick of his wrist, he lightly flicked the tip of the knife across his heart before swiftly pulling it out.

A stream of dark red blood flowed down the hollow blade and dripped into a small bowl that had been prepared beforehand.

There wasn't much blood, only half a bowl, but it was as thick as ink that couldn't be dissolved.

That's enough.

Third Master placed the small bowl in the center of the altar, then picked up the blood-stained clothes of Lin's father, tore off a larger piece, and soaked it in his heart's blood.

After doing all this, he gestured to Sha Zhu to drag Yi Zhonghai over the copper basin.

"He made a cut on his wrist and an ankle, oh right, he lost his hands."

Third Master handed Sha Zhu a small knife. "You need to pry open the wound to make the blood flow faster, but not too deep, otherwise the blood will spurt out and dirty the altar."

You're quite fond of cleanliness.

Sha Zhu took the knife, his hand trembling slightly.

This was the first time he had ever done something like this.

Although I chopped off my hand swiftly, it was driven by anger.

Now that he's calmed down, he still feels a bit apprehensive about cutting open someone's artery with his own hands.

"Hurry up," Third Master urged, "It's almost noon. If we miss this time, the effect will be greatly reduced."

Sha Zhu gritted his teeth and grabbed Yi Zhonghai's left wrist, which was now only half a wrist.

The blade sliced ​​across the skin, leaving a thin gash, and blood began to gush out.

Then the right wrist, left ankle, and right ankle.

Four wounds, four streams of blood.

The blood dripped into the copper basin, making a clear, rhythmic sound in the quiet room.

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