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

With just one glance, Lin Yu knew that their night had been worse than he had imagined.

All four of them were pale, their lips were blue, and the whites of their eyes were covered with spiderweb-like blood vessels. Their eyes were unfocused and filled with lingering fear.

Wang Junyue and Liu Yueyue were both deathly pale, their bodies trembling slightly, as if all their strength had been drained away, and they could barely stand by leaning against the wall.

Zhang Jun was in the worst mental state. He was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, muttering nervously to himself.

"They're here...they're all here..." Zhang Jun suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Lin Yu, his voice hoarse and shrill, tinged with tears.

"Wasn't it supposed to be the second night when the ghosts appeared?! Yesterday! The noise last night! They were right outside! Right outside the door."

That thing… that charred shadow is outside! And… and crying! So many screams! This game is dishonest! It's so dishonest!

He was so excited he almost jumped up.

Zhang Jun's apartment is on the first floor, the closest to the scene of the ghost killing people yesterday.

Veteran player Liu Dashan was in slightly better condition, but he couldn't hide his fatigue; he was clearly also frightened.

He rubbed his bloodshot eyes hard, interrupting Zhang Jun's hysteria in a low, hoarse voice: "Calm down, Zhang Jun."

The game rules didn't say that the danger would only occur on the second night; they only said that the evil spirits would come out on the second night.

The commotion last night was probably just some minor ghosts and monsters.

He took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over everyone with a hint of relief at surviving a close call: "Moreover, the rules of the game weren't wrong. These things... seem to only operate in public areas and didn't directly break into our rooms to attack us."

After hearing Liu Dashan's words, the group managed to calm down somewhat.

Beside him, Lin Yu didn't completely hide anything and selectively recounted the ghost attack he encountered last night, of course omitting Liu Yue'er's part.

Upon hearing this, the four men's faces instantly turned ashen.

Zhang Jun trembled violently, repeatedly muttering, "It's over...it's over..."

"There's no need to be too pessimistic," Lin Yu said calmly, pouring cold water on the situation. "The charred corpse ghost I killed last night wasn't very strong; it could be killed with ordinary weapons. As for the ghost inside it, I reckon a ghost-repelling talisman would be enough to deal with it easily."

Those ghosts who died at the stake were slightly stronger, but not to an absurd degree. There should be places similar to Boss Wang's incense and candle shop in the stronghold, hiding items that can deal with these things. Finding them would give us a chance to survive.

"Props?!" Upon hearing Lin Yu's words, Zhang Jun suddenly looked up, his bloodshot eyes flashing with a fanatical light like a dying man grasping at a piece of driftwood, his gaze fixed on Lin Yu.

"You killed ghosts last night! They must have dropped equipment, you must have gotten some good stuff! Right?!" His voice was hoarse and shrill as he suddenly turned to Wang Junyue, his eyes filled with fear and greed: "And you! Wang Junyue! Where are all those talismans, copper coins, and swords you bought? Hand them over! We're all in this together now, we can't hide anything! Share them!"

As if his reason had been completely broken by fear, he roared and lunged at Wang Junyue, grabbing her handbag at her waist!

"Zhang Jun! What are you doing!" Wang Junyue shouted in shock and anger, but she didn't have time to dodge, and Zhang Jun pounced on her.

But Lin Yu just watched coldly, completely ignoring him.

Liu Dashan realized what was happening and tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Before Zhang Jun could even touch the hem of Wang Junyue's clothes, an invisible force suddenly arose and slammed into his chest!

boom!

Zhang Jun flew backward like a tattered sack, crashing heavily into the pile of old cardboard boxes and broken furniture behind him, making a series of ear-piercing shattering sounds.

He huddled in the garbage heap, clutching his left calf and letting out a heart-wrenching scream; he had clearly broken a bone.

"Rules...the rules of the game..." Liu Dashan muttered to himself, his face ashen as he watched the scene unfold.

This game prohibits players from killing each other. If this rule is violated, the game will not kindly remind you; at best you will be injured, at worst you will die. This is a lesson learned by players through blood and tears.

Zhang Jun was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face, but he struggled to crawl out of the garbage heap. Dragging his injured leg, he desperately kowtowed wildly towards Lin Yu and Wang Junyue with the leg he could still move. His forehead slammed against the cold cement floor with a loud thud, drawing blood instantly.

"Brother Lin! Sister Wang! Please! Have pity on me! I don't want to die! I really don't want to die! Give me one item! Just one! Please!" He wailed, his voice distorted and filled with the most primal will to survive and despair.

Liu Yueyue covered her face, tears welling up between her fingers, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind, her tearful eyes looking at Lin Yu and Wang Junyue with a silent plea.

Even veteran player Liu Dashan's face was terribly gloomy at this moment, and his clenched fists trembled slightly, clearly indicating that he was also filled with doubt and fear.

The five-person team, which was barely surviving, was instantly riddled with visible cracks under the dual pressure of the shadow of death and the scarcity of resources for survival.

Lin Yu watched all of this with a cold eye, his heart completely unmoved.

He is not a savior, and he would not easily give away the tools he has worked hard for, which may be related to his own life, to a few people who he considers worthless or even a hindrance.

His only surprise was that the team collapsed even faster than he had anticipated.

There's no hope for them.

Lin Yu was too lazy to look at Zhang Jun crying on the ground, too lazy to pay attention to Liu Yueyue's tears and Liu Dashan's gloomy expression, and even less willing to waste his breath explaining anything.

He turned around expressionlessly and walked straight into the narrow alleyway leading deeper into the fortress.

"Lin Yu!" Wang Junyue was clearly not expected him to be so resolute. Looking at Zhang Jun, who was kowtowing on the ground, a trace of pity flashed in her eyes.

She subconsciously reached for the talisman in her pocket, but when her gaze fell upon Lin Yu's unwavering back, she gritted her teeth, stomped her foot, and quickly followed after him.

"Brother Lin! Sister Wang! Don't go! Save me!" Zhang Jun's desperate cries rang out behind him. He wanted to chase after him, but the excruciating pain in his legs made it impossible for him to move an inch. He could only stretch out his hand in vain. Liu Yueyue subconsciously wanted to follow, but Liu Dashan grabbed her arm.

"Stop chasing him!" Liu Dashan's voice was low and suppressed, carrying a hint of annoyance at being slighted and a weary sense of having seen through him: "Haven't you realized yet? That kid only cares about clearing the level! We're useless against him."

Wang Junyue still has some money. What can you do with me? Be cannon fodder? Even if he lets you come along, he won't care if you live or die in danger!

Liu Yueyue was pulled back by him. She watched as Lin Yu and Wang Junyue's figures quickly disappeared around the corner of the dimly lit alley. Then she looked at Zhang Jun, who was wailing in pain on the ground. Her tears flowed even more fiercely, and she felt lost and helpless.

Liu Dashan took a deep breath, trying to suppress his turbulent emotions, and forced back the composure of a "veteran player" onto his face. He squatted down and helped Zhang Jun up: "Alright, stop howling."

"It's better to rely on yourself than others! I, Liu Dashan, have survived two games, I have more experience than you! If the three of us stick together, we might just get through this hellhole!"

His gaze swept over Zhang Jun and Liu Yueyue: "From now on, listen to me! We'll find a safe place to treat your injuries first, then look for other places like incense and candle shops. There's bound to be a way. The game won't put us in a world where there's absolutely no hope of winning!"

Zhang Jun and Liu Yueyue nodded hastily, as if grasping at a last straw, a faint glimmer of hope rekindling in their eyes.

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