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

Boss Wang frowned, his cloudy eyes filled with confusion.

"Brother Lin, why are you so obsessed with finding that little girl's ghost?"

She was just a remnant soul, in a daze, unable to even remember who she was, let alone tell you the truth.

She's now just a wandering ghost, even worse than a demon, her soul incomplete, unable to be reincarnated.

Moreover, unlike those evil spirits, her soul power was pitifully weak, so ordinary people couldn't see or touch her at all.

Lin Yu's eyes were firm, and his tone left no room for doubt: "Boss Wang, you just need to help me find her. I have a way to handle the rest."

Furthermore, I'll have to trouble you to think of a way so that I can also see this 'wandering spirit.'

Lin Yu's True Lord's Protection Baff is almost over. Ten minutes is indeed too short. Unfortunately, Lin Yu cannot extend the time for the time being.

After a moment of silence, Mr. Wang's wrinkled face showed a mixture of emotions, but finally, as if he had made a decision, he nodded heavily: "Alright! Follow me."

He turned around, his back hunched, and led Lin Yu back to his dimly lit incense and candle shop, which was filled with the smell of paper ash.

Deep inside the shop, the portrait of a deity, covered in thick dust and with blurred features, still stands silently.

Boss Wang carefully pulled out three black iron-grade incense sticks that he had previously sold to Lin Yu and his group from deep inside the counter.

With a solemn expression, he lit the incense sticks and placed them in an inconspicuous copper bowl in front of the statue.

Then, he clasped his hands together and silently and rapidly opened and closed his lips, chanting a strange incantation that Lin Yu could not understand at all.

A few wisps of smoke rose up, but instead of dissipating, they seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, rapidly condensing and stretching in the air, eventually transforming into a clear grayish-white mist line that nimbly snaked out of the shop door, pointing in a certain direction outside.

"It's done," Boss Wang's voice carried a hint of weariness. "Follow this 'Soul-Guiding Smoke,' and it will lead you to the little girl. The smoke will temporarily solidify her soul, and then you'll be able to see her..."

Before he finished speaking, Boss Wang's expression suddenly changed drastically.

The mist that drifted out of the door suddenly split in two in mid-air, as if cleaved by a sharp blade. One line continued forward, while the other strangely turned in a completely different direction!

"This...this isn't right!" Boss Wang exclaimed in a low voice, his withered hands clenching tightly. "The soul-guiding smoke splitting apart means...there should be another ghost in this stronghold."

Lin Yu frowned upon hearing this and asked, "Boss Wang, can you tell which one is the little girl and which one is the other ghost?"

Boss Wang did not answer. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes and clasped his hands together again, his lips moving rapidly. This time, the wrinkles on his face were deeper, and fine beads of cold sweat even seeped from his forehead, as if he was under tremendous pressure.

A few seconds later, he suddenly opened his eyes, his face ashen white, his breathing unsteady. He pointed tremblingly in the direction of one of the misty lines: "That one... is the little girl's. The other one... is the ghost's."

He gasped for breath, his voice weak: "Brother Lin... I... I'm too exhausted. From now on... it's all up to you."

Lin Yu gave him a deep look, nodded, and said no more. He drew the bloodstained butcher's knife, gripped the hilt, and stepped out of the shop without hesitation, quickly chasing after the direction Boss Wang had pointed.

The forked mist trails left faint marks in the air, guiding him deeper into the chaotic heart of the fortress.

Only after Lin Yu's figure completely disappeared around the corner did Boss Wang's deathly pale face regain its color at a visible speed, as if his previous weakness was just an act.

He slowly straightened up, walked to the shop entrance, and stared in the direction where Lin Yu had disappeared. His eyes were complex and unfathomable, so gloomy they seemed to drip water.

"Why did this troublemaker have to appear at this crucial moment, and with such an air of superiority about him? Troublesome..."

After a while, he turned back to the statue, knelt down with a thud, and slammed his forehead heavily on the cold ground, reciting the long and obscure scriptures in a low and urgent voice.

Lin Yu followed the gray-white mist line, navigating through the maze-like alleyways of the walled city.

The road beneath our feet grew increasingly muddy, and the air was thick with the stench of decay and the sour smell of fermenting garbage.

Finally, the fog line stopped beside an open, stinking ditch located behind the fortress.

The ditch was filled with dark green, viscous sewage, with various kinds of filth floating on it, and the end of the mist line pointed straight into the stinking ditch.

Lin Yu frowned, enduring the pungent stench, and carefully approached the edge of the ditch.

By the light of his flashlight, he saw a charred, curled-up corpse half-buried in the mud at the bottom of the ditch.

The corpse's surface looked as if it had been burned by a raging fire; the skin and flesh were charred and cracked, revealing the equally charred bones underneath.

Just as he was intently observing, the charred corpse's tightly closed eye sockets suddenly opened. There were no eyeballs, only two eerie green flames burning, as if they came from hell.

At the same time, an arm, equally charred and with flesh clinging to bone, emerged from the mud with lightning speed, accompanied by a sickening grinding sound, its five fingers forming claws, grabbing straight for Lin Yu's ankle.

Lin Yu reacted incredibly quickly. Almost instinctively, he took a step back, while simultaneously whipping his right foot upwards like an iron whip, precisely kicking the charred wrist joint.

Click!

A chilling cracking sound rang out. The arm was bent at an eerie angle, but the charred corpse seemed to feel no pain, making strange hoarse noises from its throat, while another claw suddenly lashed out.

"You're asking for it!" Lin Yu's eyes flashed, and he drew his gun without hesitation.

Puff puff!

Three gunshots rang out in quick succession in the confined space. Three scorching bullets tore through the air and precisely pierced the charred corpse's head and chest.

The immense impact sent the charred torso flying backward, sending bone fragments and charred tissue flying everywhere.

However, the instant the charred corpse fell to the ground, a dark shadow, as black as ink and radiating a chilling aura, suddenly shot out from the top of the corpse's head.

It shrieked silently, carrying a strong sense of resentment and destruction, rushing straight at Lin Yu's face.

Lin Yu reacted extremely quickly. He twisted his body sharply to the side, and the heavy butcher's knife in his hand drew a fierce arc from bottom to top, slashing fiercely at the dark figure.

scoff!

A sound like tearing leather rang out, and a flash of dark red light appeared on the butcher's knife. The fierce black shadow that pounced was actually cleaved in two by this blade imbued with murderous aura.

The two afterimages let out a short, sharp wail, like bubbles that had been punctured, and instantly dissipated and vanished, leaving only a ball of light that fell silently to the ground.

Lin Yu took a breath, shook off the unidentified black object stuck to the blade, then picked up the orb of light from the ground, and instead of opening it, threw it directly into his backpack.

Then, he frowned and looked at the charred corpse on the ground: "Why is this one so weak?"

Compared to the three evil spirits killed on the first floor of the walled city, this one was significantly weaker, and even its ghostly aura was much weaker.