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

Amidst immense confusion and fear, he instinctively looked towards the apartment that now filled him with utter terror.

Only then did he see a figure rush out of the apartment like a cheetah, run quickly downstairs, and then, without any hesitation, leap directly from the railing of the second-floor corridor.

After landing, he rolled to dissipate the impact, his movements clean and swift, without stopping, and he sprinted off in one direction!

This person was Lin Yu.

Lin Yu was moving extremely fast, and "God Statue King Xiangxian" subconsciously looked in the direction he was running towards.

There it was, it saw an eight-sided Han sword stuck diagonally in the scorched earth.

It is its "Demon Sword".

"God Immortal King" then remembered that the sword seemed to have been knocked away by that golden light.

"Cough cough cough..." The "Idol King Xiangxian" was not particularly anxious about Lin Yu's actions. He coughed a few times and slowly got up.

At this moment, large areas of his skin peeled off, revealing the writhing, rotten flesh-like tissue beneath, with dark red, foul blood soaking through the remaining rags on his body.

It looked utterly miserable at this moment, its aura extremely weak, a far cry from its previous arrogance.

"Ignorant...ant." It spoke in a hoarse, broken voice, its tone full of sarcasm.

It never expected that this human, whom it considered like an insect, would dare to rush out and steal its treasure.

"The Demon Sword... how could... a mere mortal like you... possibly wield it?" It coughed up foul blood as it struggled to its feet, but its movements were unusually slow.

It wasn't in a hurry because it knew the details of the sword very well.

The sword spirit Liu Xiangxiang has had her mind almost completely erased by Wang Xiangxian, turning her into a vicious ghost that only knows how to kill and devour!

The sword's blade was further imprinted with Wang Xiangxian's own life essence and blood, making it a unique magical imprint that only Wang Xiangxian or it could wield!

Anyone else who touches it will be devoured by the evil spirit, which is driven only by a lust for killing, and their soul will be torn apart. Therefore, in its eyes, Lin Yu's actions are tantamount to courting death.

It even revealed a cruel yet expectant "smile," as if it could already see Lin Yu being devoured by the evil spirit within the sword the moment he touched the hilt, turning into a tragic soul beneath the sword.

Lin Yu leaped several times and rushed to the side of the Han sword.

The eight-sided Han sword was stuck diagonally in the ground, its scabbard ancient and its hilt black, exuding a chilling and sinister aura.

Without the slightest hesitation, a resolute glint flashed in Lin Yu's eyes as he swiftly extended his right hand and grasped the icy, piercing hilt of the sword.

"Buzz—!!!"

Just as Lin Yu gripped the hilt of the sword!

A chilling, violent aura, filled with resentment and a destructive desire, instantly surged into Lin Yu's arm along the sword hilt, rushing straight to his brain.

A series of extremely shrill female screams, wails, and curses exploded in his mind.

In an instant, a series of hallucinations flashed before my eyes: towering flames, distorted faces, flowing blood and tears, the agony of being burned alive, the despair of seeing loved ones violated and killed...

All the negative emotions and resentment that Liu Xiangxiang had accumulated over the past twenty years were like countless sharp knives, piercing Lin Yu's soul.

The intensity of this mental shock far exceeded the scope and impact of the previous appearances of evil spirits.

This is the backlash from the Blade & Soul.

Lin Yu's 11 points of mental attribute were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot in the face of this torrent.

He groaned, his face turning deathly pale, his hand gripping the sword hilt trembled violently, and his body swayed precariously, on the verge of being completely overwhelmed by the torrent of resentment.

however!

Just as his consciousness was about to collapse—

A gentle, peaceful energy suddenly emerged from between Lin Yu's eyebrows.

This refreshing stream acted like a stabilizing force, instantly calming the storm of resentment churning in my mind.

This energy is naturally the effect of [True Lord's Protection] Baff.

Midnight has passed, and the cooldown period for True Lord's Protection has ended.

"Huff... Huff..." Lin Yu gasped for breath, his forehead covered in cold sweat, but his eyes had regained their clarity, and his grip on the sword hilt had become steady.

He was secretly relieved: "That was close! It really wasn't that easy to take! Luckily, I prayed to the statue of the True Lord before coming out!"

He raised his head, his gaze icy as he looked at "Idol King Xiangxian," who had just struggled to his feet and whose face still bore a frozen expression of mockery and expectation. A provocative smile slowly curved his lips.

Seeing that Lin Yu was not only not devoured by the backlash, but instead firmly gripped the sword hilt and even gave it a cold smile, the paper-like face of "Idol King Xiangxian" once again showed an expression of disbelief.

"Impossible!!" it screamed, its remaining ink dot "eyes" wide open.

Under its horrified gaze, Lin Yu's free left hand swiftly reached into his robes and pulled out something—

A worn-out, roughly stitched rag tiger doll made from scraps of colorful fabric.

This is the place where Liu Yue'er's soul resides!

"Liu Yue'er! It's up to you!" Lin Yu whispered sharply, "Don't let me make the wrong bet!"

Lin Yu dared to come out for a reason. Just the instant Liu Xiangxiang's ghost approached the apartment, Liu Yue'er's soul awoke. She didn't do anything at the time, she just kept crying and calling for her mother. She begged Lin Yu to help her and let her go see her mother.

Having read the description of the rag tiger doll, Lin Yu naturally understood that it was likely the key item for this mission. So he decided to take a gamble, betting that this doll and Liu Yue'er could solve the problem of the evil sword!

Before he finished speaking, he placed the tattered cloth tiger doll next to the Eight-Sided Han Sword without hesitation.

The doll landed on the frost-covered ground and bounced slightly.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

One second... two seconds...

"Buzz..."

The eight-sided Han sword, which was stuck diagonally in the ground, suddenly began to tremble violently.

A dull thud came from inside the scabbard, as if something was raging wildly inside!

"roar--!!!"

A roar filled with violence, pain, and chaos, not a human voice but more like the howl of a wild beast, suddenly burst from the sword sheath.

That was Liu Xiangxiang's demonic will, completely twisted and reduced to nothing but the instinct for destruction, resisting.

It sensed a faint yet familiar aura emanating from the doll, an aura that stirred its very soul, leaving it confused and tormented.

Upon witnessing this scene, the remaining rationality of "Idol King Xiangxian" was completely consumed by fear and rage.