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

"No! No—! Stop him! Destroy that doll!!" It screamed hysterically, no longer caring about its own serious injuries. Squeezing out its last bit of strength, it unleashed a thin but still dangerous black aura around itself, and pounced on Lin Yu and the doll on the ground like a vengeful ghost.

It is absolutely imperative that the doll be allowed to awaken Liu Xiangxiang's consciousness.

If something happens to the sword spirit inside the Demon Sword, then everything will be over!

"Your opponent is me!" Lin Yu's eyes flashed, and he released his grip on the sword hilt without hesitation.

He lowered his body slightly, swiftly drew Yan Shuangying's twin pistols, and pulled the trigger at the statue of Wang Xiangxian.

Puff puff……

Countless bullets shot towards the statue of the immortal.

But Wang Xiangxian, the idol, completely ignored the incoming bullets and let them hit him.

The scorching bullet instantly tore its body apart, but to Lin Yu's dismay, the bullet seemed to have caused no damage whatsoever, and even the impact force had disappeared.

Although the statue of Wang Xiangxian looked miserable at this moment, his movements were not affected at all.

"As expected, you still need professional equipment to deal with ghosts."

Lin Yu immediately put away Yan Shuangying's twin pistols. Then, he reached into his waist with his right hand and grasped the willow branch with its flowing emerald green aura. Carrying a spirit that could ward off evil, he lashed out at his opponent like a whip.

At the same time, his left hand gripped the butcher's knife at his waist, holding it horizontally in front of him, ready to parry!

Bang! Sizzle!

The willow branch struck the other's broken body, making a burning sound.

The statue king Xiangxian was severely injured by the golden light and lost the evil ghost sword, greatly reducing his strength. As a result, Lin Yu's attack directly stopped his momentum.

Just as Lin Yu was stopping the statue of Wang Xiangxian.

Amidst the violent tremors of the Han sword and the roars of the evil spirits, the tattered tiger doll on the ground suddenly emitted a faint white light.

"Waaah... Mom..."

A faint sob, as delicate as a candle flickering in the wind, filled with longing and grievance, gently rang out between the sword and the doll.

The sound was extremely faint, yet it seemed to possess the power to penetrate all barriers!

"Roar...roar...?" The violent and chaotic roar from the Han sword suddenly stopped.

It was as if the pause button had been pressed.

The trembling of the sword stopped instantly.

Immediately afterwards, a thick, inky black mist, carrying a bone-chilling cold and a nauseating smell of burnt blood, slowly flowed out from the gaps in the scabbard.

The black mist gathered and twisted above the doll, gradually outlining a blurry female silhouette—a miniature version of Liu Xiangxiang's demonic form.

Her face remained deathly pale, her eyes hollow, but the pure violence and destructive desire on her face seemed to ripple violently on the surface of water as if a pebble had been thrown in.

She "looked down," her empty eye sockets "looking" at the tattered tiger doll on the ground that emitted a faint white light.

"Waaah... Mom... Yue'er misses you so much... Yue'er is in so much pain... so cold..." From the doll, Liu Yue'er's faint yet incredibly clear sobs were like invisible awls, relentlessly chiseling into Liu Xiangxiang's heart, which was shrouded in layers of resentment and madness.

"Roar..." The black shadow outline that Liu Xiangxiang had condensed trembled violently, letting out a low roar that was no longer violent, but filled with pain, confusion and struggle.

"Waaah... Mom... The landlord is so mean... He hit Yue'er... He locked Yue'er in a dark place... Yue'er is scared..." Liu Yue'er's intermittent sobs were like the sharpest key, beginning to pry open the door to those long-sealed memories.

Liu Xiangxiang's dark figure suddenly clutched her head with both hands.

The black mist swirling around her became extremely unstable, sometimes violent, sometimes sorrowful.

"Moon...Moon...?" A hoarse, broken voice, like the grinding of rusted gears, belonging to Liu Xiangxiang herself, struggled to emerge from the shadows.

The sound was filled with disbelief and immense pain.

As the call was made, the white light on the doll suddenly became brighter.

A small, ethereal image of a little girl, made of white light, dressed in tattered clothes and holding a tattered tiger doll, emerged from the doll.

Tears streamed down her face as she timidly, yet with an overwhelming longing, reached out her small hand toward the dark silhouette in the air.

"Mommy! It really is you! Yue'er has finally found you!" the little girl's phantom cried out.

"Moon!!!" The moment Liu Xiangxiang saw her daughter's phantom image, the shadowy figure trembled violently.

Deep within those hollow eye sockets, it seemed as if two faint lights were rekindled.

All the resentment and madness receded like the tide.

For the first time, a human expression appeared on that pale, ghostly face.

"My moon! My child!!" Liu Xiangxiang's ghostly figure let out a wail and suddenly pounced down, no longer in an attacking stance, but instead opening its arms to embrace the small white light phantom.

Mother and daughter reunited! They transcended life and death, and more than twenty years of torment and separation!

……

"No—!!!" The statue king Xiang Xian, who was locked in combat with Lin Yu, let out a shriek.

It could sense that the restriction it had placed deep within Liu Xiangxiang's soul was rapidly dissolving under the overwhelming impact of her emotions!

Its control over the Demon Sword is rapidly slipping away.

It went completely mad! Desperate to break free from Lin Yu, it lunged at the illusory mother and daughter who were embracing!

"Get back here!" Lin Yu's eyes flashed with cold light.

He bravely endured the attack, channeling all his strength into his left-hand cleaver, and slashed fiercely at the opponent's neck with murderous intent.

With his right hand, he activated the Willow Shadow skill with a willow branch. Hundreds and thousands of willow branch phantoms appeared in the air, carrying a demon-dispelling spiritual light, and struck the statue of King Xiangxian with unparalleled precision.

puff!

The butcher's knife slashed viciously into the mangled flesh of his neck, causing foul blood to gush out.

clap clap clap...

Liu Ying, bathed in emerald light, lashed wildly at the statue of Wang Xiangxian.

"Ughh ...

Meanwhile, on the other side...

The phantom images of a mother and daughter embracing each other are intertwined with white light and black mist.

Liu Xiangxiang's pale, ghostly face was pressed against her daughter's small forehead, and dark red tears of blood welled up again, but this time, they were no longer filled with resentment, but with endless sorrow and love.

"Moon... I'm sorry... Mom didn't protect you well..." Her voice was filled with tenderness and broken sobs.

"Mom... Yue'er doesn't blame you..." Liu Yue'er's illusory figure hugged her mother tightly, her voice filled with contentment.

White spiritual light swirled around the two souls.

On the ground, the demon sword and the tattered tiger doll slowly floated to the side of the two souls.

As the light grew brighter, the enormous white light enveloped both souls and the two items.