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

When her empty, blood-tear-filled "eyes" swept across the entire fortress without any focus, an indescribable spiritual shock swept over her like an invisible tsunami.

"Ugh—!"

"My eyes! My eyes!"

"Don't look! Don't look!"

"Let me die! Let me die!"

……

Inside the walled city, everyone who was still alive, conscious, and with their eyes open, whether they were trembling under the bed or huddled in the corner with their heads in their hands, let out a heart-wrenching scream the moment they were sensed by that "gaze"!

Their eyes felt as if they were being corroded by strong acid, causing excruciating pain. Their reason crumbled instantly, leaving only primal madness.

Countless people frantically dug at their eyeballs with their fingernails, trying to rip away the excruciating pain and horrific sight that had seeped into their very bones.

Some people went mad, banging their heads against the walls and the ground with a dull "thump-thump" sound, not caring if their brains splattered.

Some even pulled out knives and hysterically slashed their own necks or stabbed themselves in the heart, seeking only a quick death.

Within seconds of the appearance of the giant evil spirit Liu Xiangxiang, the entire fortress was completely transformed into a living hell!

……

Inside Lin Yu's apartment.

The moment that enormous, blood-and-tears-covered, deathly pale face came into view, Lin Yu felt as if countless red-hot steel needles were piercing his eyes.

An indescribable feeling of coldness, chaos, and despair instantly entered his mind like a venomous snake, frantically tearing at his reason.

"Ugh!" Lin Yu groaned, his body swayed violently, his vision went black, and his temples throbbed with pain as if struck by a heavy hammer.

His high mental attribute of 11 points played a huge role at this moment, desperately resisting the impact that was enough to destroy the will of an ordinary person.

He abruptly closed his eyes and subconsciously activated the [Fierce and Evil] skill. A fierce aura began to condense, barely resisting the external mental erosion.

Even so, he felt a splitting headache and his thinking was sluggish.

Behind him, Wang Junyue, whose mental strength was far inferior to his, couldn't even hold on for a second.

"Ah—!!!" A shrill scream, so intense it was almost distorted, rang out.

Wang Junyue's eyes instantly turned bloodshot and red, her face filled with extreme pain and madness. Like those residents who had been mentally corrupted, she bent her hands into claws and, with a ruthless determination to die together with them, viciously gouged at her own eyes.

The speed and force were so great that it was clear that they had completely lost their reason.

"Damn it!" Although Lin Yu was also under tremendous pressure, he caught a glimpse of Wang Junyue's actions out of the corner of his eye and his heart skipped a beat.

He endured the excruciating pain and, without hesitation, delivered a spinning side kick!

"Bang!"

The kick landed precisely on Wang Junyue's shoulder blade, the immense force sending her flying backward and crashing heavily into the storage cabinet with a loud bang.

At the same time, her hands, which were reaching for her eyes, were also interrupted.

Just as Wang Junyue was kicked away and Lin Yu himself was teetering on the brink of collapse—

hum!

The statue of the Qingyuan Daomiao Zhenjun, which Lin Yu had carefully concealed in the corner of the room, suddenly emitted a soft golden light from the barely perceptible vertical line on its forehead—the Heavenly Eye.

Golden light rippled outwards like waves, sweeping across the entire interior space of the apartment.

Wherever the golden light passed, the tumultuous pain and chaos in Lin Yu's mind instantly subsided!

The stinging sensation in my eyes disappeared completely, leaving only a slight fatigue from mental exhaustion.

Wang Junyue, who had been kicked and slammed against the cabinet, was struggling to get up when the golden light swept over her. Her body stiffened abruptly, and the crimson and madness in her eyes receded like a tide, replaced by extreme confusion and immense fear of surviving a catastrophe.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but the aftereffects of the immense mental shock and the excruciating physical pain overwhelmed her instantly. Her eyelids rolled back, and she fainted, collapsing to the ground.

Lin Yu let out a long breath; his back was soaked with cold sweat.

He glanced at the unconscious Wang Junyue and confirmed that she was only unconscious, her breathing was weak but steady, and she was not in immediate danger.

"Phew...that was close!" Lin Yu wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, still shaken. "The mental pollution from that evil spirit was terrifying! If it weren't for the True Lord statue...the consequences would have been unimaginable."

He was incredibly grateful that he had drawn this statue; otherwise, he probably would have lost the game.

It's good that Wang Junyue is unconscious; at least the apartment is safe. In the current situation, she might be less likely to get hurt while unconscious than when she's awake.

Lin Yu steadied himself, mustered his courage again, and carefully approached the window, looking through the glass at the hellish scene outside.

This sight made his scalp tingle instantly!

Outside the window, the thick black fog enveloping the fortress was flowing in a strange way, as if drawn by an invisible force.

Within the churning black mist, countless points of light, shimmering with faint white glow, were struggling to be extracted from every room and corner of the fortress.

These points of light, with their faint human-shaped outlines, are clearly souls.

They are the souls of the residents of the walled city who have just died, or perhaps are not yet completely dead.

Hundreds and thousands of points of light converged into pale white streams of souls, surging wildly toward the eight-sided Han sword held high in the hand of "God Immortal King Xiangxian" in mid-air.

The scabbard of the Han sword seemed to have turned into a black hole, frantically devouring the surging souls.

With each batch devoured, the sword emitted a deep, satisfied hum, and the intricate dark patterns on the scabbard glowed with an even deeper, dark red light.

On the paper-like face of "Idol King Xiangxian," the mouth formed by ink marks stretched into an extremely distorted arc.

It held the Han sword aloft, like a priest performing an evil ritual, enjoying this feast where souls were offered as sacrifices.

……

When the last glimmer of soul light was devoured by the Han sword, the entire fortress fell into a deathly silence.

Apart from the apartment where Lin Yu was, there seemed to be no other signs of life here.

"The God King Xiangxian" stroked the sword with satisfaction, as if caressing the skin of a lover.

Then, it suddenly turned its head.

Those empty, ink-dot "eyes" ignored the distance in space and the obstruction of glass, fixing themselves precisely and directly on Lin Yu behind the window.

Two gazes met in the deathly still air.

Lin Yu's heart skipped a beat, but his face showed no fear.

Having just been bathed in the golden light of the divine eye, he had absolute confidence in the protective power of the True Lord's statue.

He stared coldly back at the distorted paper, his eyes sharp as knives.

"Tsk tsk tsk..." The eerie voice of "Idol King Xiangxian" rang out again, filled with a mixture of surprise and greed, as if he had discovered a new continent: "Truly...unbelievable..."

Its sound was like a choppy cassette tape, or like countless pages of paper rubbing together.