"Ding."

The elevator doors slowly slid open.

The Elevator Operator sitting in the high-backed chair abruptly raised its head, shuddering all over as if electrocuted.

Yang Feng was covered in blood, his clothes torn to shreds, and his exposed skin was covered with large patches of bruises and dried blood stains.

Especially that right hand, which was mangled beyond recognition with bare bones faintly visible, and in it, he was holding a black saber exuding a strong aura of a Fierce Spirit.

An anomaly!!

This is definitely an anomaly, right?

The Elevator Operator lowered its head, not daring to make any eye contact.

His name was Zhao Liang, and this was his second time encountering the task of the Elevator Operator.

Elevator Operator Manual.

1: 【Do not make eye contact with anomalies】

2: 【Do not converse with anomalies】

3: 【Serve every guest and press the required floor】

4: 【Sit quietly on the stool, and you will be safe】

...

Anomalies had descended for a week.

People used the price of lives and blood to summarize many laws and compile various manuals.

As long as things were done according to the rules, there was a high probability of surviving.

Of course.

These explored precautions were merely patterns people had found.

If they were truly treated as ironclad rules, when encountering low-probability events, one would be even more easily misled.

In short: May heaven help you!!

"What is your name?"

"I don't seem to have seen you before."

Yang Feng stood beside the Elevator Operator and asked a couple of casual questions.

Zhao Liang did not dare to answer!!

He was trembling, completely treating Yang Feng as an anomaly.

Asking questions?

That was simply a means for anomalies to deceive you; you must never answer extra questions and could only ask about matters related to the elevator!!

Yang Feng was just about to press the button for the 4th floor.

Zhao Liang hurriedly took the lead in raising his hand and asked tremblingly: "What floor do you want to go to? Let me help you press it!!"

Hm?

This Elevator Operator was quite observant of the rules.

"4th floor."

Yang Feng didn't make things difficult for him either, knowing that he was acting according to the employee code.

Zhao Liang hurriedly pressed the button for the 4th floor, then lowered his head and curled up on the chair, not daring to make any more sound.

Very professional.

This was Yang Feng's evaluation.

"Ding."

The elevator doors opened again, reaching the 4th floor where Yang Feng lived.

After leaving.

Zhao Liang finally breathed a sigh of relief; the anomaly had finally left.

He had to quickly notify superiors that another anomaly had invaded...

On the other side.

Yang Feng didn't know yet that he had caused a blunder.

He pushed open the door of Room 405.

A dim desk lamp was lit inside the room, but it was empty; Su Qing was not at home.

His gaze fell on the coffee table in the living room.

A pink sticky note was pinned there, with a few lines of graceful handwriting written on it.

【I'm off to work~~】

【Patrolling must be very dangerous, I've prepared a medical kit for you in advance~~~】

【I'll cover you!!】

...

At the end of the sticky note, there was also a cartoon cat baring its claws and waving its little fists.

Work?

Work at midnight?!

During the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, danger lurked everywhere.

That was the most dangerous time period, yet she was still pretending to be relaxed to comfort him.

Yang Feng looked at this sticky note, the corners of his mouth slightly curling into a bitter yet warm smile.

Medical kit.

He didn't know where Su Qing got it from.

Yang Feng picked up the complete set of medical supplies prepared on the table, skillfully took out iodophor and gauze, and began treating the wound on his right hand.

Due to the crazy backlash of 【ravenous】 in the ethereal state.

His palm had been chewed up to the point where there was hardly any good flesh left, dripping with blood and horrific to behold.

Yet Yang Feng didn't even frown, as if he was already used to injuries and pain.

Having experienced several instances of curses devouring his body, the gnawing of evil ghosts from the River of Filth, and various wounds and injuries... his threshold for enduring pain had reached a degree incomprehensible to ordinary people.

After finishing treating the wound, Yang Feng took out his phone and began tallying tonight's harvest.

【Moonlight Points Balance: 876】

An astonishing number.

Even Yang Feng couldn't help but gasp in amazement at it.

This was definitely an astronomical fortune.

The Survivors in the building barely survived every day under the reward of 10 Moonlight Points, and even if they scrimped and saved, they wouldn't have much left.

Just one night.

Yang Feng's Moonlight Points almost reached the one-thousand-point mark!!

Sure enough.

The greater the risk, the higher the return.

The 【Hell Walker】 destiny was simply born for extreme environments.

The death zones that others avoided like the plague were his treasury for frantically amassing wealth.

"Actually, I could have earned even more."

Yang Feng sighed inwardly; the super-giant eyeball exceeding two meters in diameter hadn't been eaten clean yet.

If he completely devoured the lingering filth contained within its body, the Moonlight Points balance could definitely easily break the one-thousand-point mark.

It was just a pity...

The giant phantom that pursued him afterward simply didn't give him time to "clean up the battlefield".

"With so much Moonlight Points."

"I can buy a few more moon destiny boxes this time."

Yang Feng calculated how to spend this huge fortune.

Hundred Refinements — forging the physical body.

This was currently the safest way to become stronger.

And it had to be dual cultivation!!

Forging through resonance with Su Qing every day would substantially increase physical strength, and physical fitness was definitely the most important factor in surviving.

This also meant a large expenditure of Moonlight Points.

Having two people perform forging resonance simultaneously meant a fixed expenditure of 200 Moonlight Points.

Besides that.

If powerful abilities like the 【substitute scarecrow】 or 【Thunder Summoning Spell】 were drawn, they definitely had to be kept as trump cards and could not be easily smelted.

"The losses are not small either..."

Yang Feng glanced at the brand on his left arm.

Tonight's battle was extremely tragic.

The three chances of the Thunder Summoning Spell had all been used up.

The substitute scarecrow also blocked a disaster at a critical moment, and now only the last chance to save his life remained.

But counting it overall.

These consumptions were definitely worth more than their value.

The trump cards used not only allowed him to survive but also exchanged for huge profits multiplied by several times.

This was like a snowball!

As long as this virtuous cycle was maintained, continuously purchasing new destiny boxes, continuously strengthening oneself, and continuously forging the physical body, strength would become stronger and stronger like a snowball.

"Right."

"I still have to save money to buy that."

Yang Feng's gaze became burning hot.

【starry destiny box】

The benefits it brought were beyond imagination, allowing the moon card to undergo a qualitative upgrade and even become a permanent ability.

Sorting out his thoughts.

Yang Feng laid out the loot collected tonight one by one on the desktop.

【ravenous】

Yang Feng weighed it in his left hand, and it seemed to have become even heavier??

The ghostly face etching on the blade also became more realistic, even slowly twisting and changing, exuding an even more fierce aura of a Fierce Spirit.

Devouring its own kind.

ravenous seemed to be evolving as well??

【dressing mirror】

Yang Feng put down the kitchen knife and picked up the dressing mirror with the 【ethereal】 ability.

The mirror surface was covered with more than thirty cracks of various sizes, resembling crisscrossing spider webs.

However.

In the shattered corners, a certain unsettling change was taking place.

An absolute pitch-black was slowly spreading along the edges of those cracks.

This blackness was non-reflective, unresponsive to any light source, just like a nothingness capable of devouring all colors.

What was even more alarming was that.

Whenever the blackness eroded a piece of the mirror, the cracks there would miraculously heal!!

It was self-repairing...