Siheyuan: Kill Jia Dongxu at the beginning and kill the deaf old lady

Time passed slowly in endless pain, and Yi Zhonghai's body and mind had reached their limits.

One night, Lu Ning appeared again, but this time, Yi Zhonghai's reaction was completely different.

No longer afraid, nor begging, but looking at Lu Ning quietly, with a look of relief and determination in her eyes.

"You're finally here." Yi Zhonghai's voice was hoarse, but surprisingly calm.

"Yes, I'm here." Lu Ning's voice was still cold, but there seemed to be a hint of complex emotion in his eyes.

"I know there is no escape." Yi Zhonghai smiled slightly, and that smile was full of bitterness. "If this is the retribution I deserve, then I am willing to bear it."

Lu Ning looked at him, was silent for a moment, and finally just said: "Remember your words." After that, his figure disappeared into the night again.

Yi Zhonghai closed his eyes and felt an unprecedented sense of peace in his heart.

No matter what awaits him ahead, he must face it bravely.

And at this moment, he finally found that peace, even though it was so brief and fragile.

A few days later, Yi Zhonghai was found lying peacefully on the hospital bed, no longer breathing.

Although the doctors and family members were sad, they also felt relieved because they knew that Yi Zhonghai had finally escaped from the endless pain.

Lu Ning's figure never appeared again, as if he had never existed.

However, Yi Zhonghai's story has become a taboo in the hospital that no one dares to mention.

The terror and pain of those nights, with his departure, were forever buried in the depths of time.

Inside Yi Zhonghai's ward, it was so quiet that the only sounds were the wind outside the window and his faint breathing.

When Lu Ning's footsteps sounded again, Yi Zhonghai's heart suddenly shrank. His eyes opened wide and stared at the door of the ward.

Sure enough, Lu Ning slowly pushed open the door with that familiar sneer on his face.

"Old Yi, how do you feel today?" Lu Ning asked in his cold voice.

Yi Zhonghai clenched his teeth, he knew that no matter how much he shouted, it would be in vain.

Last time he desperately called for help, but the doctors and nurses just thought that he was mentally ill due to illness, and no one believed him no matter how he explained.

Lu Ning would sneak in every time without anyone noticing, and then torture and tease him in various ways.

In the end, she always managed to leave without leaving a trace, leaving Yi Zhonghai in endless fear and helplessness.

"Lu Ning, what exactly do you want to do?" Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but ask, his voice hoarse and desperate.

Lu Ning's smile deepened. He walked to Yi Zhonghai's bed, bent down, leaned close to his ear and whispered, "You know, I just like to see you looking helpless."

Yi Zhonghai glared at Lu Ning angrily, his heart filled with hatred and helplessness.

His body was already too weak due to the illness to resist at all, and every time Lu Ning appeared, his spirit almost collapsed.

Lu Ning reached out and gently patted Yi Zhonghai's cheek, as if teasing a trapped prey.

"Don't worry, I won't let you die so soon.

I will let you slowly experience what it means to live a life worse than death." Lu Ning's voice was low and vicious.

Yi Zhonghai was trembling all over, and tears flowed unconsciously from his eyes.

He couldn't understand why Lu Ning hated him so much, nor could he understand why he ended up in such a situation.

He tried to ask doctors and nurses for help countless times, and even tried to contact his family and friends, but was defeated by Lu Ning's cunning and cruelty every time.

This time, Lu Ning did not stay long. He quickly left the ward, leaving Yi Zhonghai alone lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling in despair.

Yi Zhonghai's heart was filled with hatred for Lu Ning, but more of it was endless fear and helplessness.

Every time Lu Ning came, it was a torture, but he was powerless to stop it.

A few days later, Lu Ning appeared again.

Yi Zhonghai no longer had the strength to resist or shout. He could only silently endure Lu Ning's ridicule and torture.

Lu Ning seemed to be tired of this game, and his torture became more cruel and direct. "Yi Zhonghai, look at how pitiful you are now." Lu Ning sneered.

Yi Zhonghai closed his eyes weakly, his heart filled with pain and despair.

He didn't know how much longer he could hold on, nor when this torture would end.

Every time Lu Ning appears, it's like a nightmare, but he can't wake up from it.

As the days passed, Yi Zhonghai's health condition became worse and worse.

His spirit was almost collapsed. He was looking forward to Lu Ning's arrival every day, but at the same time he was afraid of his arrival.

Doctors and nurses still believed that he was suffering from insanity caused by illness, and no one believed what had happened to him.

Finally one day, Lu Ning appeared in the ward again.

This time, he brought some strange tools. When Yi Zhonghai saw those tools, his fear reached its peak. "What...what are you going to do?" Yi Zhonghai asked tremblingly.

Lu Ning did not answer, but just looked at him coldly and slowly raised the tool in his hand.

Yi Zhonghai felt a chill running down his bones. He knew that he was about to face a torture even more terrible than before.

Lu Ning, please... let me go..." Yi Zhonghai's voice was choked with sobs, his eyes full of begging.

A trace of disgust flashed in Lu Ning's eyes, and he whispered: "Let you go? Do you think I will be so merciful?"

Yi Zhonghai's heart sank to the bottom, he knew he had no way to escape.

Every torture of Lu Ning brought him one step closer to death, but he could not escape this endless pain.

He felt that his life was slipping away bit by bit, and Lu Ning's laughter became his last memory.

Yi Zhonghai fell to the ground in pain, his cries were particularly harsh in the silent night.

The intense pain made it almost impossible for him to think, and he could only groan continuously.

After a while, he managed to calm himself down and began to think about how to save himself.

Injuries must be treated quickly, otherwise they may lead to more serious consequences.

Yi Zhonghai propped himself up with his uninjured hand and tried to sit up.

Every movement brought severe pain, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself to endure it.

After sitting firmly, he looked around, trying to find something to support his body.

The light in the ward was dim, and I could vaguely see a cup of water and a few books on the bedside table.

Slowly and carefully, he moved his body, trying to hook his feet onto the towel rack beside the bed so that he could stand up.

After some difficult efforts, Yi Zhonghai finally hooked the towel rack with his foot and successfully pulled it over.