My Identity Is Becoming More and More Astonishing

"Xiaoyu."

The appearance of the old lady upstairs made Chen feel utterly creeped out, "She must be the one the manager was talking about, the one with mental issues. Don't pay any attention to her."

"... Okay."

After a brief silence and making deep eye contact with the old lady, Chen Yu led his family upstairs.

Upon reaching the third floor, he pointed to doors 301 and 302, arranging, "Dad, Mom. You and my sister can stay in 301, I'll stay in 302. That way I won't disturb you during my night practices."

"Son, are we going to live here long-term?" Ms. Chen hesitated.

"For now, it can only be like this." Chen Yu nodded.

"That's quite nice." Chen chuckled, "It's much better than our old place in Qingcheng."

Ms. Chen opened her mouth, seeming to want to say something.

But in the end, she swallowed her words back down.

"Mom, don't worry," Chen Yu saw Ms. Chen's concern and stepped forward to pat her on the back, "Although everyone living here is 'evil,' I watched them closely, they all seem quite kind-hearted. With my sister here, they won't harm you or Dad."

"Ah," Ms. Chen sighed, "What kind of world is this."

"What kind of world?" Chen looked up.

"..."

About five minutes later.

After arranging his three family members.

Chen Yu didn't immediately go back to his own room 302 to rest, but instead slowly walked to door 303, pondered for a moment, closed one eye, and with the other, peered through the peephole.

"Hiss!"

Chen Yu immediately gasped in a shock of cold air.

Through the peephole, he saw the old lady's face, grinning ferociously.

Broad forehead, narrow chin.

Lines of wrinkles like dark fissures.
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The eeriness in her eyes was even more intimidating.

Steadying himself and calming his nerves, Chen Yu took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

"Thump-thump-thump."

In fact, confident in his own strength, even if the other party was an "evil" old woman, he wouldn't be too frightened.

After all, people's fear often stems only from a lack of firepower.

But this old lady, she just emitted an aura that made one feel utterly uncomfortable all over.

"Creak—"

As the sound of knocking ended,

The door immediately opened.

The old lady grinned, revealing her sharpened upper and lower teeth, "Ah—Chen Yu, I knew you'd come back to find me."

"Hello."

"Good, good, good. Come in and talk," the old lady stepped aside.

Chen Yu didn't fuss and walked straight into the room.

First thing he noticed was the living room piled like a mountain with trash.

Secondly, the filthy floor was dotted with patches of red liquid.

With Chen Yu's knowledge, he recognized at a glance that those were dried blood stains.

The only part of the room that was still somewhat clean was the snow-white ceiling above his head.

"Bang—plop."

As Chen Yu was still scanning the environment, the old lady suddenly shut the door and locked it.

Chen Yu raised an eyebrow and looked back at the old lady.

"I, you see, prefer to double-lock," the old lady kept her creepy smile with her hands in her pockets, "Chen Yu won't mind, right?"

"No problem," Chen Yu smiled as well, "How did you know my name?"

"How intriguing. I just calculated it, I even know what your name in the next life will be."

"'Old one' is a term used by elderly men."

"How can you determine my gender?"

"...You know quite a lot."

With his hands behind his back, Chen Yu looked thoughtfully at the television in the middle of the living room broadcasting the Beijing channel, "You heard my name during the live broadcast from the host, didn't you?"

"Ah—seen through," the old lady unabashedly scratched her head, dandruff flying all over like snowflakes, "Old one here is actually your little fan. Since the first round of your ring fight, I bet all my savings on you."

"Oh?" Chen Yu was slightly surprised, "So you've made a fortune now."

The old lady: "I am now completely broke."

Chen Yu: "..."

The old lady: "I bet you'd lose."

Chen Yu: "..."

Rubbing his chin, Chen Yu lowered his head, "That's quite a pity."

"Chen Yu, let's sit down and talk, don't be shy." The old lady continued to scratch her head, the dandruff unabatedly soaring towards the ceiling.

Only then did Chen Yu realize.

The room's ceiling wasn't painted white, but covered in layers upon layers of dandruff.

Stuck together.

Quite picturesque...

"What are you spacing out for? Sit!"

Upon hearing that, Chen Yu came to his senses, scanned around, and found not even a single clean spot, "I'd rather stand."

"Suit yourself."

The old lady tenderly touched Chen Yu's cheek, "Chen Yu, you're just too cute."

"..."

Suppressing the urge to punch her, Chen Yu dodged the old lady's groping hands and kept a strained smile, "Let's discuss the business at hand. Just now downstairs, you mentioned your daughter..."

"No rush." The old lady interrupted, swayed towards the refrigerator, opened it, and picked through rotten, foul-smelling items, "Chen Yu, what would you like to drink? A beverage or liquor?"

"I won't drink."

"For beverages, I have chilled old lady's urine or room temperature old lady milkshake."

"..." Chen Yu's scalp tingled.

"As for alcoholic drinks, ah—there's '82 original malt fermented vomit and the classic Bloody Mary."

"I won't drink anything." Chen Yu reiterated firmly.

The smile on the old lady's face suddenly disappeared.

Her entire demeanour turned more sinister, "If you won't drink, then get out! I won't tell you anything."

"... Then give me a Bloody Mary." Chen Yu gritted his teeth, choosing one of the options that seemed mildly acceptable,