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

(Due to some special circumstances, there are only 3000 words today. I apologize.)

He had deliberately planned and memorized this route twice during the day while delivering orders, so he knew it like the back of his hand.

He pushed the electric car to the highest gear, and when he encountered ruins or obstacles that he couldn't avoid, he even spent his magic power to fly over them briefly at low altitude.

Traveling at full speed, he soon arrived at the area shrouded in thick black fog once again.

Without hesitation, Lin Yu drove his car into the black fog.

That familiar feeling of being watched by countless cold gazes resurfaced.

As the flashlight beam swept across, those "walking corpses" who had been like statues during the day remained standing still, stiff and expressionless.

Lin Yu's heart jumped.

They are harmless during the day, but that doesn't mean they are at night. He gripped the Azure Rose tightly, ready to fire at any moment.

Fortunately, these strange "residents" do not seem to be active at night either.

Even though the sound of the electric car engines seemed particularly jarring in the deathly silence of the black fog, they remained unresponsive, like truly inanimate objects.

Lin Yu breathed a slight sigh of relief, not daring to delay, and quickly traveled along the path he remembered. Soon, the huge, dilapidated, Gothic-style ghost opera house reappeared in his sight.

He glanced at the time; it was 11:55.

perfect!

He parked the electric car in front of the theater's main entrance and left a photo of himself as a double guard.

Lin Yu took a deep breath and stepped onto the stairs.

As soon as he stepped onto the last step, the two three-meter-tall gargoyle statues in front of the door suddenly lit up with a terrifying crimson light in their eye sockets, and their cold stone heads clicked as they locked onto Lin Yu.

Having learned from his previous experience, Lin Yu was much calmer this time. He immediately raised his hand, revealing the "Ghost Opera House: Death Ballet Viewing Ticket" that exuded a faint, chilling aura.

"I have a ticket this time," he said calmly.

The red light in the eyes of the two gargoyles flickered a few times, then quickly turned into a soft green glow.

Four green beams scanned the ticket back and forth like a scanner.

A few seconds later, one of the gargoyles let out a deep, thunderous voice, its tone surprisingly stiff with a hint of respect: "Distinguished guest, welcome to the Ghost Opera House."

Creak—rumble—

With a tooth-grinding thud, the opera house's two massive, heavy wooden doors, carved with countless bizarre reliefs, slowly opened inward, revealing a deep, dark hall behind them.

Inside the door, a tall, handsome male waiter in a sharp black suit was already standing quietly waiting.

He bowed slightly, his voice gentle yet magnetic: "Good evening, sir. Please show me your ticket."

Lin Yu handed him the ticket, while also curiously observing him.

Apart from his excessively pale skin, this guy looked almost identical to a human, and was even more handsome than many humans.

"Excuse me for asking," Lin Yu finally asked, "Are you...human?"

Upon hearing this, the waiter looked up and gave Lin Yu an impeccable smile.

Then, he slightly opened his mouth, revealing two sharp fangs beneath his lips.

Uh… Lin Yu immediately understood; this was a vampire.

A vampire waiter, that makes sense.

"Please follow me, the show is about to begin." The vampire waiter gracefully made a "please" gesture, then turned to lead the way.

Lin Yu followed behind him, passing through the empty front hall, up the curved staircase covered with a dark red carpet, and finally arrived at the entrance to a circular private room on the second floor.

The waiter pushed back the heavy curtain for him.

Inside was an extremely luxurious private box with a superb location, facing the center of the stage and overlooking everything below.

The private room contained only a large velvet-covered chair and a small coffee table.

"Sir, your seat is here. The performance will begin in two minutes. Enjoy the show."

The vampire waiter bowed again, then quietly withdrew and drew the curtains.

Lin Yu sat down on the soft velvet seat, his gaze sweeping over the huge audience seats below.

In the dim light before the stage lights came on, he could see that the audience seats were almost full, but the "audience" sitting there were all kinds of strange shapes and sizes.

Most of them were shrouded in moving shadows, with only many blurry and twisted writhing outlines visible, a mixture of whispers, teeth grinding, low growls, and some kind of slippery wriggling sound.

His private box was in the best area, with several similar boxes also cantilevered out next to it.

He subconsciously looked around.

The curtains of the private room on the left were tightly closed.

The curtain of the private room on his right was drawn back, and the "person" sitting inside instantly attracted and firmly held his gaze.

That looked like... a humanoid black panther?

No, look closely. In the dim light, the outline looks more like a slender and elegant cat.

Although black panthers and black cats may seem similar, they are actually quite different in appearance and physique.

It (or perhaps she?) was wearing an extremely bright, glaringly red scarlet velvet robe, which hung loosely.

He was leaning back in his chair in an extremely languid posture, with one long leg covered in smooth black fur crossed over his shoulder, its lines flowing and full of power.

A goblet, filled with a thick, dark red liquid, is elegantly held in a paw that is also characteristic of felines and covered in black fur.

Her head was that of a black cat, with a pair of emerald green vertical pupils that gleamed in the dim light of the private room, making her look quite eerie.

She seemed to keenly sense Lin Yu's scrutinizing gaze. Suddenly, without warning, her cat head turned around, and her deep green vertical pupils accurately caught Lin Yu's gaze, looking straight at him.

Their eyes met instantly.

Lin Yu was able to see the other party's face clearly—it was indeed a cat's face, with fine black fur, a pink nose, and a pair of green eyes.

Upon seeing the other person's peculiar appearance, his first thought was: "The hair is shiny and smooth, it looks like it would feel nice to touch..."

But then, almost simultaneously, a powerful and wild sense of oppression emanated from the other party, surging outwards like an invisible tide.

In that instant, the audience members below the VIP box, who had been making various subtle noises, seemed to be intimidated by this aura, becoming completely silent and even unconsciously trembling slightly.

Clearly, this catwoman is an extremely powerful being.

However, perhaps due to his past experiences, Lin Yu himself did not have any particular feeling about this oppressive feeling.

This level of pressure was far less than that of Xiang Xian, the King of Painted Skin, whom he encountered in the second world.

He even felt that the other person's appearance, combined with that scarlet robe and languid posture, had a unique... even cute contrast?

Out of basic courtesy and to avoid unnecessary conflict, he nodded slightly in the direction of the catwoman, maintaining a calm and composed expression.

Then, as if he had just finished a routine little task, he naturally turned his gaze back to the stage below, which was not yet lit up, and focused his attention, quietly waiting for the performance to officially begin.

It was as if the powerful being exuding a terrifying aura beside him was just an ordinary spectator sitting next to him.

The catwoman seemed somewhat surprised by Lin Yu's calm, even slightly indifferent, reaction.

Her emerald green vertical pupils narrowed slightly, forming a dangerous thin line. Her bright red tongue, with tiny barbs, lightly licked her sharp teeth, and the dark red liquid in the glass swayed slightly.

Her gaze toward Lin Yu's indifferent profile held an undisguised curiosity and intense interest.

At that moment, all the lights in the theater went out completely, plunging the entire space into absolute, deep darkness, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

A deathly silence enveloped everything.

next second.

A deep, heart-pounding sound echoed through the theater, followed by a beam of pale light that suddenly descended from the sky, enveloping the center of the stage and illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air.

The performance has officially begun.

Whether in his past life or this one, this was the first time Lin Yu had ever seen a stage play like this.

Soon, the performers arrived on stage.

It was still that faceless dancer with a graceful figure, wearing a white ballet dress.

She stood alone in the pillar of light.

There were no backup dancers or any other performers. As it bowed gently, a ethereal and soothing melody began to play from somewhere.

The dancers began to dance gracefully to the music.

Her dance moves remained light and elegant.

Lin Yu's gaze was quickly drawn to it, his mind gradually becoming absorbed in it, his consciousness seemingly being pulled away once again...

When his consciousness returned, he found himself in a strange, pure white, empty, and boundless space.

"Where am I...?" Lin Yu looked around warily. It seemed like this wasn't the case when he watched the performance last time.

"Is it because the dances are different that the hallucinations are different? Or is it because..."

He thought of the [True Lord's Protection] buff he was under, and felt somewhat at ease.

With this status in place, there shouldn't be any problems.

"Woof!"

Just then, a clear and intelligent bark suddenly rang out from behind him, sounding exceptionally distinct in the silent space.

Lin Yu suddenly turned around.

Not far behind him, a magnificent white slender dog appeared out of nowhere.

It sat gracefully, its fur as white as snow, without a single blemish, and its eyes were bright and intelligent as it quietly watched him.

"This is……?!"

The moment Lin Yu saw the white greyhound, his pupils contracted sharply, and an unbelievable thought entered his mind.

No way... Could it be...?

The white greyhound didn't give Lin Yu much time to think.

Seeing Lin Yu turn around, it slowly stood up and then opened its mouth towards Lin Yu.

It wasn't going to attack, but rather to give a sudden blast of air.

Whoosh—! A large plume of thick, yet not pungent, white mist carrying a faint fragrance gushed from its mouth, quickly spreading and filling the entire pure white space in the blink of an eye.

Lin Yu stood in the fog, his vision blurred, as he tried hard to find the greyhound.

"Is that the Great God of Howling Celestial Dog?" Lin Yu couldn't help but shout towards the depths of the mist.

He almost instantly realized the other party's identity, after all, the most famous person under the command of the True Lord Qingyuan Miaodao, whom he worshipped, was this divine dog.

However, there was no response from within the fog.

A few seconds later, the white mist that filled the entire space seemed to be summoned by something and suddenly began to converge madly towards Lin Yu.