Lin Fan was startled, immediately furrowed his brows, and stared straight at the doorway.
The old man was alone; who would come at this hour?
Could it be a neighbor?
Lin Fan thought, remaining motionless.
The old man paused, scratched his head in confusion, stood up, and mumbled as he walked toward the door.
"Who would come so late?"
"Who is it?"
The old man asked, but there was no response from outside.
He was already holding the doorknob, ready to pull it open.
"Be careful!"
Lin Fan suddenly felt something was wrong, a surge of murderous intent rushed in through the wooden door.
He shouted and was about to rush over.
However.
It was too late.
Bang!
A loud noise.
The old man's silhouette trembled, and his hands suddenly raised as if trying to grasp something.
Lin Fan felt his blood rushing up his throat.
A metallic smell emerged from nowhere, spreading in his mouth.
Something terrible was happening.
Sss!
It sounded like a knife cutting through wood.
