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

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The hunter's hut was small, so Liu Xiangxiang quickly returned to Lin Yu's side and told him that the hut also had a cellar, with the entrance under the wooden bed inside.

The shadow clone re-entered the hut, went to the wooden bed, and carefully dismantled the bed. Sure enough, it found a thick wooden board underneath with unnatural edges and obvious signs of being treated.

Meanwhile, on one side of the wooden board, there is an iron ring handle covered in green rust.

He grabbed the iron ring and pulled it upwards with all his might!

Crunch-!

The harsh scraping sound was particularly loud in the quiet little house.

The wooden plank was lifted, and a stronger, cold, damp smell, a mixture of earthy and musty odors, rushed out.

Below is a dark, square opening, barely wide enough for one person to pass through, with a roughly hewn earthen staircase extending downwards and disappearing into the darkness.

The shadow clone took out a flashlight and turned it on, the beam of light piercing the darkness.

He carefully descended the slippery, moss-covered stone steps.

The cellar was small, about two meters deep, and only about ten square meters in area.

The air was cold and damp, with a strong earthy smell.

The walls are original earthen walls, covered with water droplets.

The ground was relatively dry, but it was still covered with a layer of loose soil.

The cellar contained some rotten and blackened animal hides, several pieces of rusted ironware, and some broken pottery jars.

Meanwhile, in the innermost corner, there was a long box made of pine wood, also blackened by time and covered with cracks.

The box was unlocked, the lid was ajar, and it looked as if it would fall apart at the slightest touch.

The shadow clone walked up to the box and carefully examined it with a flashlight.

The box was lined with a layer of something that was also rotten and blackened, resembling dry grass or rags.

He held his breath and carefully removed the rotten stuffing.

Beneath the stuffing, two objects were revealed, wrapped in thick, dark brown tarpaulins coated with some kind of grease.

One package was long and thin, about a meter long; the other was relatively small, a flat rectangle.

The shadow clone carefully picked up the smaller, flat package.

It's a bit heavy to hold, and the oilcloth is cold and tough.

He untied the layers of leather ropes that had lost their elasticity and peeled away the hardened oilcloth.

Five feathers, each nearly half a meter long and resembling works of art forged from dark blue metal, lay quietly in the tarpaulin.

These feathers are as thick as a finger at the base, and are a deep, restrained dark blue. The barbs are tightly packed, as hard as refined iron, and the edges gleam with a cold, sharp luster.

This is clearly no ordinary object.

The shadow clone quickly searched again, and after confirming that there were no other items, it returned to the ground with the five feathers and the other package.

He walked out of the hut and showed the items to Lin Yu.

Lin Yu picked up the feather, and the information "Feather of the Iron-Clawed Bald Vulture (Male)" clearly appeared in his mind.

[The flight feathers of the male Bald Vulture]

Category: Materials

Attribute: Wind

Grade: Excellent

effect:

Materials imbued with powerful wind energy and celestial spirituality are precious materials for crafting equipment, wind-based enchantments, or performing specific rituals.

Description: The most precious flight feathers from the wingtip of the Ironclaw Bald Eagle.

"Eagle's Feather! Finally!" Lin Yu breathed a sigh of relief after reading the introduction.

He took out a feather to examine it; it was cool and heavy to the touch, quite substantial. He carefully checked it and confirmed that all five feathers were well-preserved and full of spiritual energy before putting them back in his backpack.

Then, he picked up the long, thin package.

Unwrapping the layers of oilcloth, a longbow with an antique design came into view.

Unfortunately, the bowstring was broken, and there was a crack on the bow arm, indicating that the bow was severely damaged.

The information for 【Wind Chaser Hunting Bow (Damaged)】 also appeared.

【Wind Chaser Hunting Bow (Damaged)】

Category: Weapons

Attribute: Physical

Rank: Bronze

Attack: 45 (Bowstring broken, needs repair)

Durability: 8/50

effect:

Eagle Eye (Passive): Slightly improves accuracy in long-range shooting.

Windbreaker (Passive): Increases the speed of arrow flight.

Description: A lifelong companion of an old hunter, who has shot down countless birds of prey.

This was clearly the old hunter's equipment, but it was left behind because it was damaged. However, it wasn't very useful to Lin Yu, as it was too badly damaged.

Lin Yu casually put it back into his backpack. He could sell it when he returned to his neighborhood. After all, it was a bronze-level weapon, and he could get some money from it.

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After gathering the eagle's feathers in the forest, Lin Yu and his shadow clone returned to the magnificent yet dilapidated castle without stopping.

They entered the side fortress hall with practiced ease, pried open the heavy bluestone brick, and descended the wooden stairs to the mysterious basement.

The three statues still stand silently in the depths of darkness.

Lin Yu took a deep breath and walked to the center of the three statues, facing the statue of the old man who was holding up the statue.

He took out a [Feather of the Ironclaw Bald Vulture (Male)] from his backpack, held it to his chest, and mimicked the pose of the old priest statue.

Lin Yu closed his eyes, cleared his mind of all distractions as required by the Bible, and focused his mind on completing the ritual and gaining the power to fight the ghouls.

The feather in his hand seemed to resonate faintly with the statue, and a cool sensation spread along his arm.

He opened his eyes, his gaze devout and resolute, and began to chant, in a clear and steady tone, a hymn from the Bible, a verse belonging to the sky god Aethrus:

"Lord of the Skies, Wrath of the Storm, the Gaze of the Eye of Law!"

"Your will is like thunder, cleansing the world of its impurities..."

The hymns echoed in the basement with a peculiar rhythm.

As the chanting continued, Lin Yu could feel the feather in his hand getting slightly warm, and the air around the statue seemed to be moving slightly.

He continued singing the subsequent chapters, becoming increasingly engrossed, and his voice grew louder and more powerful.

Throughout the entire ceremony, he maintained the posture of holding up the flying feather with both hands, facing the statue of the old man who was holding up the feather.

When the lengthy hymn was finally finished, Lin Yu's spirit reached its peak.

He called out the true name of the god of the sky, clearly and loudly: "Aethros!"

The moment the last syllable falls—

hum! ! !

The entire basement space seemed to tremble slightly.

The three statues, especially the one of the old man holding up his hands, suddenly had their stone surfaces illuminated with a faint, star-like silver light.

The eagle feather held in Lin Yu's hand burst forth with a dazzling azure light, and countless tiny, electric-like silver runes emerged from the feather, swirling and dancing around it.

A vast and majestic aura descended.

The aura was cold and pure, carrying the fury of a storm and the strictness of the law, instantly filling the entire basement.

Lin Yu was overjoyed. Had he succeeded? Was a blessing about to descend?