Courtyard House: Home Alone

Before he could even make any defensive move, Lin Yifan slashed his neck with a knife and kicked him to the side, his head rolling away.

Lin Yifan didn't want to get covered in blood. In the blink of an eye, two Japanese soldiers, a puppet army leader, and two puppet soldiers guarding the gate were all dead.

This completely stunned the remaining dozen or so puppet soldiers. Looking at Lin Yifan, who seemed like a tiger among sheep, their faces were filled with fear, and their legs began to tremble. Their previous arrogance vanished without a trace.

"A ghost...a ghost!" someone shouted, throwing down their gun and running away.

Once the first one appeared, a second one followed. The remaining puppet troops, like frightened birds, dropped their weapons and scattered in all directions, wishing they had more legs. They no longer cared about hunting down the murderer; saving their own lives was the most important thing.

"Trying to run?" Lin Yifan's eyes turned cold. How could he let these menaces escape? With a wave of his hand, bullets flew out from the still warehouse.

With a series of "plop, plop" sounds, the remaining puppet soldiers and traitors quickly fell into pools of blood.

On the street, only Lin Yifan remained, surrounded by corpses and chaos. Inside the fabric shop, the owner and his family trembled with fear, hiding in a corner, too terrified to come out.

Lin Yifan ignored them and quickly stepped forward, looting all the weapons, bullets, and wallets dropped by the puppet soldiers and Japanese soldiers on the ground, storing them in his storage space.

These things, whether weapons, ammunition, or money, were all useful to him, especially the hand grenades on the Japanese soldiers and the hand grenades on the puppet troops.

His current throwing distance is about 400 meters, which is equivalent to a very precise grenade launcher.

"Ding! The host has killed two Japanese soldiers and eleven traitors and puppet troops. Contribution value +120, skill point +1."

The system notification sounded at the opportune moment, making Lin Yifan nod in satisfaction. This time the harvest was good; not only had his contribution points increased significantly, but he also gained a skill point. It seems the Japanese soldiers are indeed much more valuable than the puppet troops.

He glanced inside the fabric shop, then disappeared quickly at the end of the street, leaving behind only a scene filled with bloodshed and fear, and a "Good Citizen" sign swaying in the wind.

In the distance, the faint sound of police sirens could be heard, clearly indicating that the gunshots had alerted some people. But Lin Yifan wasn't worried; by the time those people arrived, he would already be nowhere to be found.

Like a highly efficient hunter, he traversed the streets and alleys of Beiping, specifically seeking out lone or small groups of Japanese patrols and puppet troops. Each strike was swift and decisive, leaving no survivors, like the scythe of death, mercilessly reaping the lives of these invaders and traitors.

His contribution points were increasing rapidly, and his skill points were accumulating continuously. Lin Yifan's figure became an inescapable nightmare for the Japanese and puppet troops in Beiping.

Meanwhile, he himself was constantly familiarizing himself with and mastering his upgraded power and mental strength in battle after battle, and his strength was increasing at a terrifying speed.

At 5 PM, Lin Yifan, having spent the day in carnage, teleported back home. He then went into his spatial dimension, took a good shower, and changed his clothes.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. He peeked out from his spatial dimension and saw it was Yi Zhonghai. He then went back to his room, walked to the door, and deliberately asked, "Who is it?"

A strong, yet anxious voice came from outside the door: "It's me, Yifan, your Uncle Yi. Did you just wake up? Open the door quickly, it's urgent!"

Lin Yifan frowned slightly. It was Yi Zhonghai? What did he want with him at this hour? And he said it was urgent. Had something happened at the hospital? Or…

Lin Yifan's mind raced, but he remained outwardly calm. He walked to the door, but didn't open it immediately. Instead, he asked through the door, "Uncle Yi? What's wrong so late? I just got up to cook dinner."

Yi Zhonghai, standing outside the door, seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, then said urgently, "Yifan, open the door quickly! It's about the courtyard. Jia Zhangshi...she's causing trouble again! This time it's especially bad. She even said she's going to the military police to report you, saying you...saying you stole her things!"

"Stealing?" Lin Yifan's eyes turned cold. This woman, Jia Zhangshi, is truly a persistent ghost! She was just dealt with a couple of days ago, and now she's causing trouble again? She even dares to bring out the military police; does she want to die even faster?

Or is she backed by someone and deliberately trying to cause me trouble? Is Yi Zhonghai's visit at this time a genuine warning, or... is he up to something else?

Lin Yifan's spiritual power subtly extended out, and through the crack in the door, he "saw" Yi Zhonghai outside. Yi Zhonghai's face did indeed show anxiety, but deep within his eyes seemed to lie a complex, almost imperceptible emotion. There was no one else behind him.

"Uncle, if Jia Zhangshi wants to sue me for theft, let her sue me. I have nothing to hide, what evidence can she possibly have?" Lin Yifan's tone was calm, revealing no emotion.

Yi Zhonghai said urgently, "Oh dear, Yifan, how can you not understand! What time is it now? The Japanese are in power, what kind of place is the military police? Is it a place where you can reason with them?"

Although Jia Zhangshi is a scoundrel, if she really goes all out and causes trouble at the military police station, even if no evidence is found in the end, you will still suffer a lot!

Besides, you're still a child; how can you withstand such torment from those people? We, the people in this compound, can't let you suffer like this for no reason!

"Oh? Uncle Yi is so concerned about me?" Lin Yifan's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Then, in Uncle Yi's opinion, what should I do?"

Yi Zhonghai quickly said, "Open the door first, let's go inside and talk. If we talk here and someone overhears, it'll get back to Jia Zhangshi, and that'll cause even more trouble!"

Lin Yifan remained silent for a moment. He could sense that Yi Zhonghai's anxiety was not entirely feigned, but Lin Yifan did not believe that he was acting entirely for his own good.

That old fox never does anything without a profit. But it's good to hear what he has to say, and also to see what tricks Madam Jia is up to this time.

"Wait here," Lin Yifan replied calmly, then slowly opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, Yi Zhonghai eagerly squeezed in, then closed it behind him, his actions appearing somewhat furtive.

"Yifan, you'd better watch out!" Yi Zhonghai turned around, lowered his voice, and said to Lin Yifan with a serious expression, "This time, Jia Zhangshi is determined to make trouble for you."

Just now in the yard, she threw a tantrum, saying that several silver dollars she left in the house had disappeared. She also said that no one dared to enter her house except you. I already came by once then, but you didn't answer the door when I knocked!