No, You Were Not Wrong! These People All Deserved to Die!

At the same time, the image of his sister's gentle face appeared in his mind.

A surge of strength rose within him.

"Sister, I will remember your words."

Xue Lan silently recited this in his heart.

Yes, he also has an older sister.

For my sister's sake, I must survive.

How heartbroken my sister would be if I died.

Xue Lan's eyes flashed with determination, a resolute spirit that showed she was determined to fight back against the injustice of fate.

As the constables escorted him to the Yamen, Xue Lan's mind kept replaying the moments he shared with the old man, and the night that changed his life.

He tried to clear his mind and find a way out, but the cruelty of reality was like a cold shackle, binding him tightly.

Inside the Yamen).

Xue Lan was led into a dark cell, surrounded by cold stone walls and heavy iron doors, the air thick with a musty and despairing atmosphere.

He sat on the cold stone slab, leaning against the wall, staring blankly ahead, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

I don't know how many days passed like that.

He was brought before the judge.

"The wicked son Xue Lan cruelly murdered an elderly person..."

The judge didn't give him a chance to say anything more and directly sentenced him to death. Two days later, at noon, he was to be executed!

Ye Jing remained silent.

He became increasingly silent as he walked this path.

This boy has experienced more than he imagined.

In the prison cell.

"Was I really wrong?" Xue Lan murmured to herself, her voice echoing in the empty cell, sounding particularly desolate.

He recalled his argument with the old man; the alcohol had numbed him and made him lose his reason. That impulsive act became an indelible stain on his life.

Time slowly slipped away amidst the torment.

He tried to have a dialogue with himself, seeking inner peace and redemption.

It wasn't his fault, he did nothing wrong, it was all that old man's fault.

However, whenever the night is still and quiet, the bloody scene and the old man's resentful eyes would flood back like a tide, making it impossible for him to fall asleep.

He almost never gets a good night's sleep.

His entire eye was covered in bright red blood vessels.

She looked extremely haggard.

Finally.

The night before his execution.

Xue Lan's patience had reached its limit.

He saw his sister walk in from outside the cell.

"Xue Lan, don't give up! You still have your sister, you must live on!" The woman held his head and said gently.

Xue Lan's eyes gleamed with an unusual light in the dimly lit cell, a complex mix of despair, anger, and resentment.

He stared at his sister's gentle yet resolute face, and the long-suppressed power in his heart seemed to find an outlet.

His sister's encouragement was like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating the desolate darkness in his heart.

"Sister, you're right, I can't give up like this." Xue Lan's voice was low and firm, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, carrying an undeniable power.

He slowly stood up, and a strange red light began to emanate from his body. It was the energy formed from the anger and resentment that had been accumulating deep within him for so long.

The red light grew stronger and stronger, completely enveloping Xue Lan's figure. His eyes also turned bloodshot, as if he could see through all the hypocrisy and injustice in the world.

He struggled violently, and the once-sturdy chains snapped inch by inch under his force, producing a crisp metallic cracking sound that echoed in the silent cell.

Hearing the commotion, the guards immediately rushed over to investigate.

However, when they saw Xue Lan's demonic figure, they were all utterly horrified.

There was no hesitation in Xue Lan's eyes, only boundless anger and determination.

He flashed and appeared in front of a guard, his palm effortlessly piercing the man's chest, blood splattering everywhere and staining his clothes red.

"I did nothing wrong! That old man brought this upon himself!" Xue Lan's voice echoed within the Yamen, carrying an undeniable authority. He seemed to have transformed into a vengeful demon, every movement precise and deadly, leaving a trail of death wherever he went.

Chaos quickly spread within the Yamen, with terrified screams and the clanging of weapons mingling together to create a symphony of death.

However, Xue Lan seemed to be in another world, with only one thought in his mind—to prove his innocence and let everyone know the truth.

He moved through the crowd, each move swift and decisive, leaving no room for error.

Those villagers and constables who once mocked and criticized him are now the dead in his hands.

There was no pity in Xue Lan's eyes, only deep despair and anger towards the world.

Behind him, a river of blood had already formed!

However, amidst this endless slaughter, Xue Lan felt a faint unease in her heart.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly.

A loud shout rang out.

He was a young man who exuded an ethereal aura.

"None of your business. Are you here to kill me too?" Xue Lan was already bloodthirsty by now.

He picked up a constable's knife and slashed at the young man.

"I know you've been wronged, but look back, you've killed so many innocent people. What good is your injustice now?" the young man roared.

He was a disciple from the Immortal Sect for training, and it was here that he heard Xue Lan's story.

We're preparing to exonerate him.

But then this happened.

He knew that such behavior would have consequences, no matter what happened afterward.

Xue Lan could not turn back.

Xue Lan was suddenly blasted away by the force, her body arcing through the air like a kite with a broken string before crashing heavily onto the cold stone slab.

Pain surged like a tide, but it paled in comparison to the shock and anguish in his heart. He struggled to lift his head, and all he could see was the devastation and the loss of life.

Those once vibrant lives now lie silently in pools of blood, their faces contorted, their eyes filled with resentment and fear.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, which mingled with the damp, musty smell of the cell, creating a suffocating sense of despair.

Xue Lan felt as if a huge boulder was pressing down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

"What... what did I do?" he murmured, his voice trembling, each word seemingly squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

A look of disbelief flashed in his eyes, quickly replaced by endless regret and self-reproach.

He closed his eyes, trying to erase it all from his mind, but the images were as deeply etched as branding, impossible to erase.

Tears streamed silently down his face, dripping onto the cold ground and instantly swallowed by blood. Xue Lan clutched his head, groaning in pain, feeling an unprecedented loneliness and despair.

He realized that instead of clearing his name, he had become another sinner, an executioner with blood on his hands.

Just then, the young man, exuding an ethereal aura, slowly walked up to him, his eyes filled with both reproach and pity. "Xue Lan, you shouldn't have done this." The young man's voice was deep and powerful, each word striking Xue Lan's heart like a heavy hammer.

Xue Lan raised his head, his eyes brimming with tears as he gazed at the young man, his gaze filled with confusion and helplessness. "I... I just want to prove my innocence, I just want them to know the truth!" he roared, his voice filled with despair and resentment.