Apocalypse: My Apartment Has Traits

Chapter 192: Chapter 163: The Brahma Sect (Happy New Year!!)

Lanfeng Village.

The morning sun shone brilliantly, illuminating the several-meter-high iron fence, which stood darkly at the village’s perimeter.

Thick iron bars, as thick as a bowl’s rim, stood one after another, impenetrable, gleaming brightly, emitting a cool, blue light, as solid as a rock.

The top of the fence was adorned with menacing spikes, which were coated with an unknown, strange-colored liquid, particularly striking in the morning light.

Su Lin gazed from afar and couldn’t help but nod in approval.

Noticing his expression, Chen Xinting spoke with a barely detectable sense of pride:

“I’ve always placed great importance on preparing for the Night of Survival, sparing no expense to build this fence. It’s made of good material, mixed with Sinking Iron Essence, and I used the cement I brought back from Lanfeng Town. Unfortunately, there was too little cement, only enough to make the foundation and one meter above ground into concrete. But unless a large number of leaders target the same spot or a Lord appears, ordinary Shadow Beasts can’t damage it!”

“Just this fence alone must have cost quite a few gold coins, huh?” Su Lin clicked his tongue and said.

“Nearly fifty!” Chen Xinting replied.

“So many?!” Everyone was shocked.

“It was all the savings of the village from before.”

With a bitter sigh, Chen Xinting said,

“Honestly, the resources of a town-level camp and a village-level are completely different. Fifty gold coins in Lanfeng Town is just a drop in the ocean.”

Su Can realized,

“No wonder during trade days, visiting your village, I was curious where a new village got the wealth to build such high walls, so it was for this reason.”

Su Can didn’t mention that at the time, he had also joked about Chen Xinting having money with nowhere to spend.

Spending so much to build this iron fence might have been better spent buying some Treasure Meat or blueprints for himself.

But now thinking about it.

Chen Xinting possibly intentionally didn’t improve his Qi and Blood to avoid being noticed and recruited by a town-level camp.

Su Can’s eyes briefly flickered over Chen Xinting.

Thinking about it this way, the daily conflicts and deaths between Lanfeng Village and Quanzhou Village, could it be that he is deliberately depleting his village’s strength?

Su Can guessed that the location where they built the village was likely intentionally arranged by him to be so close to Quanzhou Village.

Damn, cunning old fox!

Cursing silently in his heart, but Su Can’s face remained indifferent.

It wasn’t his concern anyway.

…

Upon entering Lanfeng Village, Su Lin was once again surprised.

The roads inside the village were flat and orderly, safe houses well-organized, completely different from the dirt roads in Wuyin Village, showing the entirely different attitude that Chen Xinting had towards the apocalypse after returning from Lanfeng Town.

“Go invite that person over.”

Arriving at Chen Xinting’s home, he instructed his men, then apologetically said to the Su Family members:

“Please have a seat for a moment, apologies for having to wait in my humble abode.”

“No worries.” Su Can responded calmly.

Shortly after they sat down, a burst of vulgar shouting was heard from outside:

“Screw your ancestors! Isn’t locking me up enough? Disturbing my peaceful morning dreams, what do you bastards want now? If you have the guts, kill me already! Screw your mother!”

Upon hearing this familiar voice, Song Yiyi suddenly stood up, covering her mouth with her hands as tears instantly welled up in her eyes.

Footsteps approached, and a disheveled man with a full beard was escorted by two villagers.

He struggled and cursed all the way until his gaze met the tear-filled eyes of Song Yiyi at the doorway, and his eyes widened suddenly.

Song Yiyi, overwhelmed, was about to rush forward but was stopped by the man’s next furious shout:

“You demon! Still occupying my daughter’s body?!”

Su Lin, who had just walked to Song Yiyi’s side, was also taken aback by these words.

Demon?

The man continued to spit as he roared:

“What else do you want to trick me with? I want to see what tricks you bunch of demons have! Exhausting my Qi and Blood, imprisoning me, and then what?! Screw your mother!”

Before he finished his words, he kicked up a cloud of dust towards Song Yiyi.

Chen Xinting quickly stepped in front, a few clods of yellow mud splattering onto his blue shirt.

Song Yiyi maneuvered around him, her voice tearful as she cried out:

“Dad! It’s me! I’m Yiyi!”

“Yiyi?” The shouting stopped abruptly, and Song Qingzhou looked up in astonishment.

“Yes! It’s me! Your daughter Yiyi! Not some demon!” Song Yiyi nodded vigorously, pointing to herself.

“You… are Yiyi?” Song Qingzhou squinted his cloudy eyes, stretching his neck as if trying hard to see his daughter’s face clearly.

“Yes, yes!” Tears streamed down Song Yiyi’s face as she eagerly stepped forward.

Just as she thought her father finally recognized her, Song Qingzhou suddenly spat out a mouthful of phlegm!

Song Yiyi, a Flesh Lock Martial Artist, stood frozen, and Chen Xinting blocked it again, the yellow-red mix hitting him squarely on the chest.

The air seemed to freeze for over ten seconds.

Until Song Qingzhou let out a sneer, then burst into maniacal laughter.

Su Lin furrowed his brow, comforting the distraught Song Yiyi in his arms, turned to Chen Xinting, and asked in a grave voice:

“What’s going on?”

Chen Xinting removed the dirty shirt, accepted the clean one handed by his subordinate, and sighed helplessly:

“You should ask him first. Otherwise, if I speak first and you listen to him afterward, you might suspect I’m hiding something.”

Song Yiyi leaned on Su Lin’s shoulder, her tears of grievance flowing endlessly.

She didn’t understand why, after all the hardships of finding her father, he called her a demon and spat at her.

Su Lin held her, maintaining a distance as he stood in front of Song Qingzhou:

“Mr. Song, I am Su Lin from the Su family in Wuyin Village, Yiyi’s partner. If you are clear-minded, could you tell me why you acted this way upon seeing your own daughter?”

“Another actor?” Song Qingzhou sneered as he glared at him.

“Actor?” Su Lin frowned deeper, “Mr. Song, what do you mean by that? What act am I playing?”