A Fatal Mistake!

Xue Lan felt a sudden dizziness; the intense effects of the alcohol made it almost impossible for him to think.

He struggled to open his heavy eyelids, but the scene before him made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

The old man's hand, the hand that had once given him warmth and care, was now touching him in an extremely unnatural way.

"Grandpa... you..." Xue Lan's voice trembled, her eyes filled with disbelief.

The old man's kind expression was instantly replaced by a chilling smile, and a sinister grin curled at the corner of his mouth. "Hmph, brat, do you think I would help you for no reason? I'm just waiting for the right opportunity to satisfy the desires I've suppressed all these years."

Xue Lan's heart sank to the bottom, a mix of unprecedented fear and anger making him almost suffocate.

He shoved the old man away abruptly, staggered back a few steps, and pointed at him, trembling as he said, "You... you pervert!"

The old man sneered, pressing closer. "Pervert? Hmph, this world is inherently cruel. Do you think everyone you meet is a good person? How naive, kid!"

Xue Lan was cornered, with nowhere to retreat.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails dug deep into his palms, oblivious to the dripping blood.

He understood that he had to remain calm at this moment, or he would only fall into a more dangerous situation.

"I won't let you succeed!" Xue Lan suddenly roared, as if the anger and resentment within him had found an outlet at this moment.

He suddenly leaped up and lunged at the old man with all his might.

The old man was clearly caught off guard by Xue Lan's sudden counterattack and was momentarily flustered.

But he was an adult after all, and he quickly regained his composure and started wrestling with Xue Lan.

The air inside the cabin seemed to freeze, with only the sounds of their heavy breathing and fighting echoing inside.

Although Xue Lan was young and strong, he was facing an experienced old man and was also feeling dizzy.

It still seems somewhat beyond their capabilities.

However, he did not give up; every time he was knocked down, he would quickly get up and continue fighting.

Because if he gives up, a tragedy is bound to happen!

Ye Jing watched this scene quietly, unsure of what to say.

How come I keep running into elderly people with this kind of peculiar habit?

Things weren't that simple after all!

"Stop resisting, just give in to me. From now on, you'll have a family too, and that'll be better for both of us." The old man's eyes gleamed with desire.

"Impossible! I would never do it!"

Xue Lan's eyes were bloodshot with anger and determination. Each breath he took was accompanied by violent heaving of his chest, as if he were trying to transform all his resentment and fear into strength.

Sweat and tears mingled on his face, but they couldn't blur the resolute light in his eyes.

"Don't even think about it!" Xue Lan's voice was hoarse but firm. He suddenly turned around, skillfully avoiding the old man's attack again, and at the same time, he took the opportunity to strike the old man's abdomen with a backhand elbow.

He poured all his strength into this strike, without the slightest hesitation.

The old man was clearly stunned by the sudden counterattack. He staggered back a few steps, clutching his stomach, his face showing disbelief.

But this brief moment of distraction did not last long. He quickly regained his composure, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes, and prepared to launch another attack.

However, Xue Lan no longer gave him that chance.

He knew he couldn't delay any longer; he had long since sobered up, but his head was still spinning.

So he gritted his teeth, pounced forward like a cheetah, and grabbed the old man's throat tightly with both hands.

"Stop! Stop!" The old man's voice became hoarse and desperate. He struggled desperately, but Xue Lan's hands were like iron clamps, tightening their grip. At this moment, Xue Lan had only one thought in his mind.

We absolutely cannot let this psychopath live.

Time seemed to stand still; in their standoff, only the heavy breathing of the two echoed in the air.

Seeing that the old man was still struggling, Xue Lan, his eyes already red, suddenly grabbed the chopsticks on the table and stabbed them into the old man's throat.

Then, with repeated thrusting and pulling, the old man's blood gushed out.

Finally, the light in the old man's eyes gradually dimmed, his body stopped struggling, and he drooped his head helplessly.

Xue Lan released his grip, staring blankly at the old man before him, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

He never imagined he would end someone's life with his own hands, but at this moment, he knew he had no way out.

His hands trembled, and blood dripped from them.

Xue Lan tried to calm herself down, but the fear and panic in her heart surged like a tide.

"I... I killed someone..." Xue Lan murmured to herself, her voice filled with disbelief and despair.

He collapsed to the ground, clutching his head in his hands, tears welling up in his eyes again.

At that moment, he felt an unprecedented loneliness and helplessness, as if the whole world had collapsed.

The old man was clearly the best person to him.

Why is this happening?

His parents had passed away, and no one cared about him. He thought it was lucky to meet the old man.

And then this happened!

Xue Lan felt as if all his strength had been drained from his body. He slumped to the ground, and everything around him became blurry and distant.

The lingering effects of alcohol mingled with the shock of reality, leaving his mind feeling as if it were being struck by a heavy hammer, a mixture of pain and confusion.

He tried to clear his mind, but each effort felt like struggling in a fog, unable to find a way out.

The room was dimly lit, with only a single, yellow candle flickering on the table, casting dappled shadows.

The air was thick with the stench of blood and the acrid smell of alcohol, the two mingling together to create an indescribable sense of oppression.

Xue Lan's breathing became rapid and heavy, each inhale feeling like a cold blade piercing his heart and lungs.

He looked down at his blood-stained hands, which now seemed so unfamiliar and terrifying.

He never imagined he would become like this, a murderer, an executioner who took the lives of others with his own hands.

His heart was filled with remorse and fear, as if countless voices echoed in his ears, accusing him of his crimes and mocking his incompetence.

"I... I killed someone..." The words echoed repeatedly in his mind, like a curse he couldn't shake off. He looked up at the old man lying on the ground. That once kind face was now twisted and terrifying, his eyes wide open, filled with resentment and hatred.

A wave of intense nausea washed over Xue Lan. He abruptly closed his eyes, trying to erase it all from his mind.

However, the memories came flooding back like a tidal wave, impossible to resist.

He recalled the moments he spent with the elderly man, his warm smiles, caring words, and seemingly unintentional help and care. He remembered how the elderly man always comforted and encouraged him when he was lonely and helpless, making him feel a long-lost sense of family and warmth.

He even began to doubt his own judgment, wondering if he had misunderstood the old man.

Was I hallucinating due to the effects of alcohol?

But when he opened his eyes again and saw the old man's lifeless body, all his illusions were shattered.