Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

Is Yi Zhonghai nearing his end?

Zhang Huaimin raised an eyebrow slightly, showing no surprise in his eyes.

Back then, I was demoted to a second-level worker and made to carry steel slag, and I lived day and night in extreme fear of being purged.

That old man was lucky to have survived until the early 1990s.

"Let's go, let's see the old man off on his final journey."

With his hands in his pockets, Zhang Huaimin walked past Yan Bugui, who was sitting on the ground in a daze, and strode towards the Intermediate People's Court.

As soon as I stepped into the Intermediate People's Court.

A strong, pungent, mixed odor immediately hit me.

It smelled like burnt, low-quality Chinese medicine, mixed with the musty smell of things that never see sunlight, and the decaying, deathly aura unique to the dying.

The two wooden doors of the Yi family's house were dilapidated, with several large holes in the window paper, allowing the wind to whistle through.

Zhang Huaimin pushed the door open and entered without knocking.

The room was extremely dimly lit.

On the bare earthen bed against the wall lay a thin, skeletal figure.

Yi Zhonghai.

At this moment, where is the slightest bit of the prestige he once had as an eighth-grade worker and an old man?

He was so thin he was skin and bones, his cheeks were deeply sunken, and his skin, covered with age spots, clung tightly to his bones like withered tree bark.

His mouth, missing a tooth, was agape, and his chest heaved violently and laboriously.

With each breath, a hissing sound like a bellows being pulled out of its throat came from within, with more air in than out.

Beside the kang (heated brick bed).

An old woman with completely white hair and a hunched back is holding a chipped, rough porcelain bowl.

Holding a wooden spoon, he mechanically and blankly dripped water into Yi Zhonghai's mouth.

Water dripped down Yi Zhonghai's lips, wetting the smelly blanket, but she was too lazy to wipe it off.

It's Qin Huairu.

The weight of time and life has long etched cruel lines into her face.

After Banggeng died, the Jia family line ended, and all her calculations and hopes vanished.

The only reason they're still here is to feed Yi Zhonghai, just to wait for the old man to die so they can pocket his pitiful funeral expenses.

I heard the door open.

Qin Huairu turned her head blankly.

When her lifeless eyes finally saw Zhang Huaimin standing at the door.

"Clatter!"

The rough porcelain bowl in his hand fell directly to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Water splashed everywhere.

Qin Huairu trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted.

She stared intently at Zhang Huaimin's handsome face, which remained unchanged and showed no signs of aging.

Extreme shock, jealousy, and deep fear instantly filled her cloudy eyes.

"Zhang...Zhang Huaimin..."

Her lips trembled as she managed to squeeze out a few broken syllables.

It's been more than ten years!

She went from a charming widow to a frail old woman.

And the man who ruined her family still looks the same as when he was eighteen or nineteen!

In fact, the aura emanating from him was even more suffocating and unapproachable than it had been back then!

Yi Zhonghai, who was on the kang (a heated brick bed), seemed to have heard the noise as well.

He struggled to turn his stiff neck, his eyes straining to turn toward the doorway.

Just one glance.

Yi Zhonghai's pupils, which were already dilating, suddenly contracted to the size of a pinhead!

"Heh...heh..."

He let out a series of extremely heavy gasps, his withered hands gripping the tattered sheets beneath him tightly.

The knuckles have turned white due to excessive force.

envy!

A mad, soul-burning jealousy!

Yi Zhonghai schemed his whole life for a vague dream of retirement, only to end up alienated from everyone and disgraced.

And this orphan whom he regarded as a "little extinct child" and whom he could manipulate at will.

They not only possessed wealth comparable to that of a nation, but also power that even national leaders revered.

Now, even time cannot leave a mark on him!

Why should I?!

Why is God so unfair!

"Huai...Huaimin..."

Yi Zhonghai had strength from who-knows-where.

He actually struggled and managed to prop himself up halfway off the kang (a heated brick bed)!

He stretched out his withered right hand, which looked like a dead tree, and reached out tremblingly towards Zhang Huaimin.

In those cloudy old eyes, besides jealousy, an extremely strong will to survive was now bursting forth.

"Help...help me..."

"I know...you have a miracle cure...you can even save a high-ranking official..."

Yi Zhonghai's voice was hoarse and broken, filled with an extremely humble plea.

"I don't want to die... I don't want to die..."

"I was wrong, sir... I was blinded by greed back then... I shouldn't have taken your money..."

He was wailing, his face covered in tears and snot.

The fear of death utterly destroyed his last shred of dignity at that moment.

He just wanted to live, even if it meant living like a dog.

Zhang Huaimin stood two meters away from the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).

He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking down at the dying old man.

His eyes were calm and undisturbed.

It's like looking at a piece of insignificant trash.

"Save you?"

Zhang Huaimin's lips curled into a mocking sneer as he pulled a milk candy from his small pocket and slowly unwrapped it.

"Grandpa, there's no going back in this world."

He stuffed the candy into his mouth, his tone icy and despairing.

"Back when you conspired with Jia Zhangshi to seize my house, why didn't you think of this day?"

"You secretly withheld Aunt Yushui's living expenses, and when you saw her going hungry, did you never think about today?"

With each word Zhang Huaimin spoke, Yi Zhonghai's face grew paler.

"Cause and effect are cyclical, and retribution is inevitable."

"You schemed your whole life, only to end up childless and without anyone to care for you in your old age."

Zhang Huaimin looked at him coldly.

"This is your fate."

"Enjoy your last few minutes on this earth."

boom!

These few sentences.

Like sharp iron hammers, they mercilessly shattered the last glimmer of hope in Yi Zhonghai's heart.

He will have no descendants! No one will be there to see him off in his final days!

This is Yi Zhonghai's biggest worry in his life, and the root of all his dark schemes.

Now, Zhang Huaimin has cruelly torn it apart right in front of him!

"No...no..."

Yi Zhonghai shook his head in despair.

Extreme regret, resentment, and an unventable rage surged up from within.

"puff--!"

He suddenly tilted his head back and opened his toothless mouth.

A mouthful of black blood was sprayed into the air, then splattered onto the dilapidated wall like plum blossoms.

"Heh...heh..."

Yi Zhonghai's body was convulsing violently.

His cloudy eyes stared intently at the ceiling.

It is filled with endless resentment and curses towards this world and towards Zhang Huaimin.

But it was all in vain.

As his last breath was squeezed out of his shrunken lungs.

Yi Zhonghai's body, which had been as stiff as a dead tree, suddenly stiffened.

Then, it slammed heavily back onto the kang (a heated brick bed).

His eyes were wide open.

Do not look down.

The last scheming madman in the compound, and also the instigator of the entire tragedy of the courtyard.

Finally, he left with a belly full of thieves, prostitutes, and scheming plots.

He has finally met his maker.

"ah--!"

Qin Huairu stood to the side.

Seeing Yi Zhonghai's miserable state, with his eyes wide open in death, I could no longer bear this extreme oppression and fear.

She let out a distorted scream, her legs went weak, and she collapsed onto the cold ground.

Zhang Huaimin didn't look at the dilapidated house that exuded an aura of death again.

He turned around and stepped calmly across the threshold.

The grudges of the old era have come to a complete end here.

This courtyard house is finally clean.

however.

The moment Zhang Huaimin stepped out of the Yi family's courtyard.

His already extremely sharp senses suddenly detected something unusual.

Zhang Huaimin suddenly raised his head and looked up at the sky.

The early summer sky was originally clear.

I don't know when.

It was dyed with an extremely eerie and chilling dark red!

Not only that.

Even the air began to fill with an extremely strong, suffocating aura of blood and destruction.

"Beep—! Beep—! Beep—!"

The direction of the Future Technology Building.

The piercing, highest-level red air raid siren.

Without warning, the tranquility of the entire capital city was shattered!