The More Normal It Seems, the More Abnormal It Is!

Xue Lan was stunned. He had never imagined that the villagers would treat him like this. The mud not only soiled his books, but it was also like sharp knives cutting into his heart.

He felt an unprecedented sense of despair and anger, his eyes reddening, but he forced himself to hold back his tears.

"You... you've gone too far!" Xue Lan finally roared, her voice trembling with anger and resentment.

However, his resistance only earned him more unrestrained ridicule and insults.

The young men seemed to have found amusement and began wantonly destroying everything in the cabin.

They overturned chairs, smashed dishes, and even overturned Xue Lan's only bed.

Even the roof was blown off, and rainwater kept dripping down.

The cabin was instantly a mess, as if it had been the site of a catastrophe.

Xue Lan huddled in the corner, letting the raindrops leak from the broken roof and pelt him.

His heart was as cold as the night.

These people completely destroyed his world.

"Why?"

Xue Lan's heart was like a sea ravaged by a storm, surging and unable to calm down.

He clenched his teeth, tears mingling with the rain in his eyes, blurring his vision but making his indomitable spirit and anger clear.

He broke his silence, letting the power surge within him, transforming into a series of soul-stirring roars.

"Why?! What did I do wrong to deserve this treatment?!" Xue Lan's voice echoed in the wind and rain, filled with endless grief and resentment.

He stood up abruptly, his body trembling from prolonged hunger and cold, but his eyes were unusually firm, as if a flame was burning within them.

"You think you can defeat me like this? You're wrong! I, Xue Lan, even if I was born in the dust, will shine with my own light!" His words were resounding, each one like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of those who had humiliated him.

"I study hard not to escape this village, but to prove to you that orphans can also succeed and change their destiny with their own hands!" Xue Lan clenched his fists, veins bulging. He seemed to have found his direction at this moment, and his thirst for knowledge and his yearning for the future were stronger than ever before.

"You can trample on my dignity, you can destroy my material world, but you can never extinguish the flame in my heart! I will show you with my actions that Xue Lan is not a piece of trash!" His voice grew more and more impassioned, as if he wanted to transform all his humiliation and resentment into the driving force to move forward.

"Cool!"

Ye Jing let out a long breath. This is how you should act when faced with injustice; you should have the courage to speak out.

The young men were stunned; they hadn't expected Xue Lan to react so strongly.

"Hahaha." Then they all burst into laughter.

"Oh, it seems our 'orphan master' has finally shown some temper? Haha, that's a rare sight indeed!" The young man in the lead laughed exaggeratedly, his tone full of sarcasm.

As he spoke, he moved closer to Xue Lan, and the others joined in the jeering, their laughter laced with contempt and provocation.

Xue Lan's heart sank to the bottom, but he did not back down. He straightened his chest, his eyes blazing, and although his body was weak from prolonged hunger and cold, his will was exceptionally firm. He understood that retreating now would only embolden these people and make them more unscrupulous.

"Do you think you can subdue me with violence? You're wrong! True strength lies in those who never give up, even in the face of adversity!" Xue Lan's voice trembled, yet it was full of power.

He tried to defend himself with words against the impending attack, but it was clear that these people would not show any mercy.

Sure enough, the young man in the lead sneered and suddenly threw a punch at Xue Lan. Xue Lan couldn't dodge in time and was hit hard in the face, a pain spreading instantly.

But he did not fall; instead, he used all his strength to stand firm, his eyes filled with an even stronger determination to fight back.

Seeing this, the others joined in the punching and kicking. The small space inside the cabin prevented Xue Lan from effectively dodging the attacks, leaving him only able to passively endure them one after another.

His clothes were torn, and his face and body were covered in wounds, but he never uttered a single plea for mercy.

"Stop! You bunch of bastards!" Just then, an angry shout came from outside the door.

It turned out that another elderly man in the village had heard the commotion and rushed over. He pushed open the door and, seeing the scene before him, angrily rushed forward and pushed away the bullies one by one.

"Do you have any conscience? What kind of skill is it to bully an orphan!" the old man shouted, his voice filled with authority and righteousness.

Seeing this, the people realized that continuing the commotion would be detrimental to them, so they left the hut grumbling.

Xue Lan collapsed to the ground, covered in wounds, but a glimmer of hope shone in his eyes.

He knew he wasn't alone; there were people in this world willing to stand up for him and support him. This warmth and strength would become his motivation to keep going.

He looked at the old man's face and slowly fainted.

Ye Jing also breathed a sigh of relief; thank goodness.

If the fighting continues, the boy will die.

It would be such a pity if he lost his life after making such grand pronouncements.

Under the elderly man's meticulous care, Xue Lan gradually recovered her health.

During those days, the old man not only prepared hot meals for him, but also patiently cleaned his wounds and applied medicine. Although the old man's hands were rough, every touch was full of warmth and care, allowing Xue Lan to feel the long-lost affection of family.

Xue Lan knew that the old man was his only support in the village. Whenever the night was quiet, he would silently express his gratitude for the old man's sacrifices and secretly vow to repay this kindness in the future.

As time went on, Xue Lan and the old man's relationship grew closer.

They sat together in the courtyard basking in the sun, and the old man would tell him stories of the past.

Each scene was incredibly warm and peaceful.

But Ye Jing felt something was off.

This would be normal under normal circumstances.

But this is the work of Evil God; it can't be that simple.

And he always felt that there was something strange about the old man's eyes.

One evening.

"Grandpa, please let me have just a little bit of wine, please." Xue Lan pleaded with him at the dinner table.

He had thought he would never have a peaceful life, but his grandfather's appearance gave him hope.

It also brought back some of the childlike nature.

"No, children shouldn't drink alcohol." The old man shook his head. "Once people drink, they lose control of what they do."

"No, Grandpa, just a little bit," Xue Lan pleaded.

"Alright, just a little bit." The old man had no choice but to hand over the wine glass with a pampering expression.

Xue Lan's eyes lit up, and he picked up his wine glass and took a big gulp.

"No, you can't drink that much!" the old man quickly took it away.

But it was too late; Xue Lan had already slumped onto the table, completely dizzy.

The old man's kind smile vanished, replaced by a sinister one.

A pair of withered old hands began to touch the boy's body.