Chapter 110: Who is Tapping on My Window

Lan Qingyou furrowed her brow slightly.

She had finally managed to relax after her nerves had been pulled taut for nearly two hours straight.

In the end, this sort of thing had to pop up.

To speak truthfully, her heart was thumping incessantly.

Could it be that some rock or similar object was blown over and just happened to smash into my shelter?

Thus, Lan Qingyou headed down from the stone cave to the second floor, intending to see what was going on.

Yet, right as she reached the entrance of the hole, she heard a continuous crackling sound from outside, much like firecrackers popping.

Feeling somewhat doubtful, Lan Qingyou simply refrained from going down entirely, directly sticking her head out to observe covertly instead.

"Hiss—"

As if it were a scene straight out of a horror movie, pairs of densely packed scarlet eyes were plastered firmly against the French doors of the second-floor terrace.

They appeared incredibly terrifying without any illumination on the second floor.

Monsters!

Moreover, there was quite a substantial number of them. Were they blown over by the gale?

As if perceiving Lan Qingyou's appearance, those hundreds of eyeballs suddenly turned toward Lan Qingyou's direction in perfect unison. The glass doors emitted a teeth-grinding creaking noise.

Seeing this situation, Lan Qingyou furrowed her brows slightly, subsequently retreating silently to the third floor.

Anyhow, with the magic shield propped up outside her shelter, whether it was the glass or anything else, it was impossible to breach.

Clack!

Right as she retracted her head, Lan Qingyou heard this sort of sound echoing from the third floor as well.

Seeing that it was unavoidable, Lan Qingyou could only choose to face the difficulties head-on.

At the very least, she had to know exactly what was gently tapping against her window, right?

The gale was howling tonight, and there was no moon. Fundamentally, she wouldn't be able to distinguish what they were without getting closer to look.

Thus, carrying the magic carriage lantern, Lan Qingyou approached the third-floor window, intending to borrow the lantern's illumination to inspect the situation outside.

But because the outside was far too dark, the window had transformed into a mirror; she couldn't see anything clearly apart from herself holding the lantern.

Right at this moment, a monster abruptly smashed against the window with a smack.

In a split second, Lan Qingyou captured the form of the monster outside.

Night Swallows!

Lan Qingyou blanked out, subsequently turning her head to look at the dead one on her magic desk.

She recalled the introduction seeming to mention that Night Swallows held strong grudges?

So that was it. This vindictiveness referred to the group rather than the individual?

"Sigh..."

Scratching her head, Lan Qingyou sighed.

Forget it, whatever happens, happens. With the magic shield present anyway, her defenses wouldn't be broken.

Thinking this way, Lan Qingyou injected luminous potion into the magic carriage lantern she had picked up, carrying it up to the fifth floor, preparing to sleep.

However, before sleeping, Lan Qingyou intended to check the status of the core and inject energy into it along the way. Only in a fully-charged state could she sleep with peace of mind.

In the end, she witnessed the energy on the core plummeting rapidly.

It wasn't dropping at a rate of one point per second; this speed was at least a dozen points per second.

Hiss—

So energy was also consumed when suffering attacks?

Lan Qingyou nearly slapped herself. Wasn't that blatant nonsense?

"Really... I thought I could sleep already. Showing up so late into the night and disturbing people's rest."

If she wanted a good night's sleep, these Night Swallows absolutely had to be cleared out.

After thinking about it, Lan Qingyou grumbled complaints before carrying the lantern down to the second floor and placing it by the doorway of the glass doors.

Following which, she went up to the third floor, taking the magic carriage lantern originally placed there and carrying it up to the fifth floor to set down.

Exerting force with both hands, Lan Qingyou fiercely pushed open the fifth-floor window. The icy-cold gale, interwoven with snowflakes, instantly poured into the tiny bedroom.

Snowflakes fluttered onto Lan Qingyou's fair neck. The bone-chilling sensation instantly made her shiver.

But she couldn't be bothered by the cold right now. She swiftly stuck her head out and looked down. Light was shining diagonally down towards the lower right, and shadows flickered unsteadily over there...

Needless to say, that was the illumination emitted by the carriage lantern on the second floor.

Without nonsense or hesitation, Lan Qingyou pulled out her card, retrieving frost potions one after another and tossing them toward the illuminated area.

Smash! Smash! Smash!

Following the crisp sound of shattering glass came a continuous string of freezing noises.

After hearing these sounds, Lan Qingyou closed her window and quickly headed to the pitch-black third floor to inspect the situation.

Those Night Swallows originally plastered against her glass doors had been frozen into lumps of ice one by one, dropping onto the ground.

But Lan Qingyou didn't dare to be careless, dead-pressing her face against the circular glass window to peek outside.

A ten-second freezing duration wasn't considered long.

Once the duration passed, Lan Qingyou saw quite a few Night Swallows flap their wings a couple of times and take to the skies again.

Right now, perhaps it was due to being physically cooled down by the frost potions, or perhaps because the frost potions had struck them ruthlessly, a clear, pristine stupidity permeated their scarlet eyeballs.

They glanced left and right, looked at the corpses of the remaining Night Swallows on the ground, before flapping their wings and flying away.

Where there was one, there was a second.

Once a Night Swallow took the lead, the rest that were still alive followed suit.

In less than two minutes, not a single living Night Swallow remained on the second-floor terrace.

Meanwhile, Lan Qingyou stood by the window for over ten minutes straight. Only after confirming this bunch of fellows wouldn't return did she finally heave a sigh of relief.

Those ten-plus minutes felt truly fucking thrilling.

Feeling as if her entire back was soaked in sweat, Lan Qingyou went to take another shower. Stepping out to take a look and discovering the Night Swallows truly hadn't returned, she finally proceeded to the fifth floor.

After replenishing energy for the shield, she picked up her card and began reading a paper.

The cards designed by The Magician and the others were truly interesting. Exactly like mobile phones, after ten seconds without operation, they would automatically switch to a standby screen depicting a tower, waiting for the next unlock to be used.

As for the corpses of those frozen-to-death Night Swallows on the terrace, she'd just let them be.

Anyhow, under the dual buffs of the freezing weather outside plus the mana tide, these corpses wouldn't rot either.

Waiting until the mana tide ended before cleaning them up wouldn't be too late.

Early the next morning.

Lan Qingyou awakened naturally from her sleep. Getting out of bed, she first replenished the core's energy, subsequently heading down to the first floor to carry the stone-made kerosene stove and kerosene up to the third floor.

Following that, she contacted Shang Chuan, requesting him to purchase a batch of D-rank fluorescent shells and fluorescent pearls.

Shang Chuan: "Buying these things isn't difficult. But the problem is... you want the shells, right? Have you ever seen anyone keep the shell after eating the meat inside?"

With a single sentence, Shang Chuan left Lan Qingyou stumped with a question.

It truly was the case.

Pearls were easy to discuss, but fluorescent shells came from fluorescent clams, which had meat on them. It was a type of emergency ration for the people in the beach regions. Dig a hole, pour in some seawater, and they basically stayed alive.

Shang Chuan: "How about this, I'll go discuss it with Gu Xiaobei. Later when we purchase fluorescent clams, she'll use the clam meat, and you can use the shells. How does that sound?"

Lan Qingyou sighed with emotion: "... We still have to rely on you."

She felt completely inferior to Shang Chuan's methods of making the best use of everything.

However, the moment Lan Qingyou thought about how lunch might be a seafood feast containing clam meat, her heart was undeniably filled with anticipation.