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

The old woman's cloudy pupils suddenly contracted to the size of pinpoints, her face instantly drained of all color, and her lips trembled.

But to Lin Yu's surprise, she did not scream and collapse like a typical elderly person. Instead, she straightened her hunched back a little, like a trapped beast driven to the brink of despair.

His voice was hoarse but carried a resigned, almost numb calm: "Young man... this old woman has no money... all the valuables, even the family heirlooms, have been used to pay off my beastly son's gambling debts."

"You... if you want to steal it, you won't get anything... but if you want to kill me..."

Her cloudy eyes were fixed on Lin Yu, filled with unfathomable weariness and a hint of relief: "You... just shoot... I've lived this long... enough... going down there will allow me to see my old man who died young sooner..."

This reaction, this tone, is definitely not something an ordinary old lady would have.

Lin Yu became even more certain that this old guy was definitely not simple, and he was very tough.

Ordinary threats have no effect on her.

But everyone has weaknesses, and coincidentally, Lin Yu just accidentally learned about this old lady's weakness.

Lin Yu's lips curled into a chilling smile. The gun barrel remained motionless, and his voice, though not loud, was like a knife chilled to the bone, each word piercing deep into the old woman's bones.

He lowered the muzzle of his gun slightly, seemingly pointing casually towards the area below, a gesture that carried a deadly implication: "You've got some backbone, but don't you have a son? I heard... you also have a grandson, right? I wonder if they're as tough as you."

In fact, Lin Yu didn't want to use this coercive method, but the situation was different now, and he didn't want to be a gentleman anymore. He would use whatever method was fastest.

Even if this incident leads to other NPCs coming after him, he won't be afraid of Yan Shuangying's Dual Pistols, which have unlimited ammo.

"What...what do you want to do?!" Upon hearing Lin Yu's words, the old lady became anxious. Her hunched body tensed up suddenly, like a fully drawn bow, and unprecedented anger erupted from her cloudy eyes.

The resignation and numbness he had felt moments before were instantly shattered. He yelled, "Don't blame my family! You bastard! What are you going to do to me?! Don't touch my son and grandson! They know nothing!!"

"Don't blame your family? That makes sense." Lin Yu chuckled, his eyes cold and devoid of any warmth, as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact: "That depends on whether you cooperate or not. I don't want any money, I just want to know some things."

Therefore, I ask, you answer. If your answer satisfies me, you can go your own way, and I won't bother you anymore. But if your answer doesn't satisfy me...

He paused, raised the gun again, and pointed it precisely at the old woman's forehead, his tone so calm it sent chills down one's spine.

"Or dare you utter even the slightest lie... I won't kill you. I guarantee you'll watch your son and grandson die before your very eyes, and your family line will be wiped out!"

The four words "to cut off one's lineage" are like the most vicious curse, crashing down with a cold, heavy weight.

The old woman's body trembled violently, her teeth chattered, and she couldn't even hold onto her cane, which fell to the ground with a clatter.

For an elderly person, their descendants are almost their greatest weakness, and this old lady was no exception.

Lin Yu's emotionless, factual tone filled her with more fear and despair than any ferocious roar.

She had no doubt that the young man in front of her, whose eyes were colder than ice, was absolutely capable of doing what he said, and that he wasn't just trying to scare her.

"No...no...please...no..." The old woman's mental defenses completely collapsed under the deadly threat concerning the survival of her bloodline. Tears streamed down her face like a burst dam, mingling with the blood on her forehead: "I'll talk...I'll talk...you...ask me...I'll tell you everything...don't touch them...don't touch them..."

She was incoherent, and all that remained was her most instinctive pleading.

Lin Yu looked down at the collapsing old woman at his feet and asked, "Just now you begged Liu Xiangxiang not to look for you, saying you helped 'that person'? Who is that person? And what did you do to offend Liu Xiangxiang?"

The problem gets straight to the heart of the matter.

Upon hearing Lin Yu's question, the old lady lowered her head slightly. After a few seconds, she answered tremblingly, "It's...it's the landlord...Han Bo. The thing is, I...I...told Liu Yue'er's fortune back then..."

She began to recount her story in fits and starts, which went something like this: More than twenty years ago, she was a well-known "shaman" in the Walled City, skilled in exorcism and fortune telling.

Because her methods are generally effective and her fees are not expensive, she has gained the trust of most residents in the walled city.

Years ago, she happened to tell Liu Yue'er's fortune and discovered that the girl was "very lucky" and "had a destiny that would bring good fortune to her husband." She said that "the person she would share a bed with in the future would share in great fortune and live a long and healthy life."

Because of her fame, most of the residents in the city believed her predictions and congratulated Liu Xiangxiang on giving birth to a good daughter, saying that she could look forward to enjoying a life of happiness from now on.

Liu Xiangxiang herself was also very happy.

However, Han Bo, who was lustful, superstitious, and already somewhat physically weak, overheard this. Since he was a pervert, he went to the sorceress and asked if it was okay as long as they had sex.

The fortune teller assumed the landlord wanted to take Liu Yue'er as a concubine, so she nodded in agreement, which led to a series of events.

When the sorceress saw Liu Yue'er's dead body again, she knew that the landlord must have done it, but she didn't dare to say anything for fear of the landlord's retaliation.

Who knew that Liu Xiangxiang would also die later, and even become a vengeful ghost after death? Fearing retribution, she would often come to worship and repent, begging for forgiveness.

Because of this incident, she no longer dared to work as a shaman.

The story seems to make logical sense.

But the more Lin Yu listened, the more doubts gathered in his heart, and his eyes became colder and sharper.

"Heh," Lin Yu let out a short, sarcastic laugh, the muzzle of his gun swaying slightly, carrying a mocking air of seeing through the lie: "It was a pretty convincing story, I almost believed it. Too bad, it's full of holes, it wouldn't even fool a three-year-old!"

The old woman's body stiffened abruptly. She looked at Lin Yu in terror, her lips trembling, "I... I was just saying..."

"Shut up!" Lin Yu interrupted sharply. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable pressure. He stared into the old woman's eyes, his gaze filled with murderous intent.

He was certain that this woman was lying to him; there was just too many holes in her story.