Survival in an apartment, starting with a stroke of luck on a plane

He deliberately drew out his words, his gaze becoming even more hostile.

Lin Yu's voice carried a hint of sarcasm: "What do you want?"

"Or..." A weasel-faced guy next to Scarface rolled his eyes and suddenly pointed at Lin Yu, shouting, "Scarface! I think I saw this guy near the building next door where that female player's house was breached last night!"

That female player died so tragically, she must have been targeted by a ghoul! This guy's been acting suspiciously, he might be an accomplice of the ghoul, or even a ghoul himself!

This frame-up was extremely clumsy, yet extremely effective.

In this tense and alarming environment, the words "ghoul" are the spark that ignites a powder keg.

Scarface and his team members narrowed their eyes and quickly spread out, forming a faint encirclement, their weapons aimed at Lin Yu and his shadow clone.

"So you're the ghouls' lackeys!" Scarface roared. "Brothers, take them down! Avenge the fallen players!"

"You're asking for it!" Lin Yu's eyes instantly turned icy cold.

He didn't want to cause any trouble, but the other party was not only greedy, but also foolishly splashed dirty water and even attacked him directly, so he couldn't be blamed.

The moment Scarface yelled "Take him down!", Lin Yu moved!

No nonsense, no warnings.

He drew Yan Shuangying's twin pistols with lightning speed in his right hand, and muttered a low shout:

"Press!"

hum!

[The Seven Secrets of Subduing Demons on the Green Mountain Path - The Suppressing Word Technique]!

A terrifying, invisible pressure descended precisely, and the three men with scars felt as if they had been hit head-on by a speeding truck, their internal organs almost displaced.

Before the three could even scream, they were slammed to the ground with a thud, their faces hitting the rough stone floor hard, bleeding profusely, unable to move.

The bizarre and terrifying scene instantly stunned the three of them, their faces filled with horror and disbelief.

The battle, or rather this one-sided crushing defeat, ended in the blink of an eye.

Lin Yu walked up to the scarred man, who was lying on the ground like a dead dog, and looked down at his face, which was contorted with suffocation and fear.

"No...don't kill me..." Scarface croaked out a hoarse plea for mercy.

Lin Yu ignored him.

puff!puff!puff!

Three shots rang out, clean and swift.

Scarface, the weasel-faced guy, and the terrified female player each had a bloody hole in their head and died instantly.

The power of the pressing technique is also released.

Lin Yu glanced coldly at the three corpses, then began to loot the spoils.

Lin Yu quickly looted three apartment keys and three pieces of bronze equipment with decent attributes from the three people (a chainmail chest piece, a longsword, and a ring that increases strength).

With seven black iron-grade weapons and items, and twelve game coins, these three seemed quite wealthy. However, Lin Yu suspected they had likely robbed someone to acquire so much.

"The harvest is not bad." Lin Yu packed up the items and quickly left the area with his shadow clone, leaving behind only three gradually cooling corpses.

After dealing with the minor incident, Lin Yu continued to focus on his search target.

……

As noon approached, sunlight pierced through the thick clouds, making the gloomy town feel less oppressive.

Lin Yu was carefully searching a ruin located on the southwestern edge of the town.

This area was once a gathering place for craftsmen and hunters, with relatively low and simple houses. Now, only half-collapsed stone walls, charred beams, and a mess remain.

The air was filled with a mixture of dust and the smell of rotting wood.

Lin Yu found this place on the map he obtained, since eagle feathers should be easier to find clues about among hunters.

Lin Yu kicked aside a half-covered, charred wooden board, revealing a toppled, rusty iron tool rack underneath.

It looks like this place has been searched many times; anything of value is probably long gone.

Lin Yu's gaze swept over a stone house that still retained half a wall and part of the roof.

This house was more intact than the others, with several animal traps and some dried animal hide scraps scattered around the entrance, suggesting that a hunter may have lived here.

He went inside.

The room was dimly lit, with only light coming through a few holes in the roof.

The dust was so thick that clear footprints could be left.

A rough wooden table lay overturned on the ground, three legs broken, and some rotting straw was piled in the corner, which may have been a former bed.

Lin Yu's gaze fell on the collapsed wooden table and a pile of debris half-covered by rubble and dust.

He crouched down, brushed aside the rubble and thick dust with his hands, and his fingertips touched something hard and resilient.

He pulled hard, pulling out a hardcover booklet that was slightly deformed from being pressed.

The booklet cover was made of some kind of rough animal hide, and the edges were worn and frayed, giving it a dark brown color.

Lin Yu brushed the dust off the booklet and carefully opened the cover. The inner pages were yellowed and brittle, with curled edges, and emitted the distinctive smell of old paper.

The handwriting was in dark brown ink, messy and unruly. On the first page, the name of the diary's owner, Hunter, was also written.

Lin Yu flipped through the pages to take a look.

The preceding content consists mostly of trivial notes:

"In the eleventh month, heavy snow blocked the mountains, and the traps yielded nothing. We could only eat hard flatbread. This damned weather."

"On the third day of spring, the snare we set earlier caught a fat deer. Haha, enough to eat for half a month."

"On the 21st of summer, those damned mosquitoes! They're fiercer than wolves! They're so itchy!"

"...That old blind bear from Black Bear Gully is out again! He ruined two of my traps and carried off a half-grown wild boar cub! I'll skin you and use your hide as a mattress sooner or later!"

……

The words were filled with the hunter's hardships, curses against the prey, and complaints about the weather. Lin Yu could almost hear the voice of a rough and boisterous man rambling around the campfire.

Lin Yu searched for possible clues, after all, he was a hunter, and perhaps he had information about the Eagle Feather.

Turning to the second half of the diary, the paper seemed to be in worse condition, with more mold spots and more illegible handwriting, as if the writer was in an excited mood or in a harsh environment at the time.

"Damn this weather! It just won't stop raining! Three days! A full three days! The rain has soaked the whole forest, all the traps I set are now waterlogged, and I haven't caught a single thing! All those iron traps I set were for nothing! What bad luck!"

The ink on this page is so badly bleed-through that you can imagine old Hunter writing angrily in his leaky, dilapidated house.

"...However...hehe, this trip into the mountains wasn't entirely fruitless."

I lay there for seven whole days! Eating dry rations and drinking rainwater, feeding countless mountain mosquitoes! Just waiting for that damned, hairy beast to come alone!

The four characters "flat-haired beast" were boldly drawn, filled with hatred.