In a simple room with ventilation on all sides and a big hole in the roof, which looked more like a ruin than a house, Feng Xue, wearing an Assassin's Creed-style white robe, leaned against a fairly solid wall, holding a short knife in his hand, with his forehead

Cold sweat was constantly flowing down my face.

Outside the wooden door, which had no blocking effect, brutal shouts and screams could be heard one after another. Even just listening to the movement, one could already imagine the tragedy on the road.

Fortunately, Feng Xue was not among those killed or murdered.

Unfortunately, there's no guarantee he won't join them next.

It has been three days since she traveled to this strange world. Feng Xue has not yet fully figured out the basic conditions of this world. She has not even fully understood her own golden finger ability.

Although he can drink water now, he will not be thirsty if he does not drink for three days. Although he can eat, he will not feel hungry if he does not eat for three days. From this aspect, Feng Xue is not a living person at all now.

No problem either.

In fact, Feng Xue even wondered whether he had too much freedom in his previous life and had to fall into such a hell to bear the punishment after death!

Yes, hell, this is his most intuitive feeling about this world.

Ever since he inexplicably traveled to the garbage dump and was responded by the garbage man picking up garbage, "What's so weird about time travel, get out of here", he has been shrouded in mystery.

He only knows that this place is called a landfill, but he doesn't know whether the landfill refers to this garbage dump, or includes the surrounding slums, or refers to the city where the slums are located, or simply the entire world is called a landfill.

But he knew that just two hours after traveling through time, he saw people fighting each other to snatch the dog poop dug out of the garbage. In the end, only one of the dozen or so people survived.

The dog shit here is not a description, but real dog shit - well, Feng Xue doesn't know what the hell is left behind, but it is definitely shit!

Later, he picked up some things that seemed useful but useless, and exchanged them for five pieces of bran dry food that was harder than bricks. He almost swallowed a few mouthfuls of them at the risk of breaking his teeth, and then he discovered that the people here "

You don't need your mouth to eat, and in order to obtain this information, he was deceived into taking a brick by the guy who said he was willing to show him how to eat...

The embarrassing thing is that the "nutrition" that a brick can provide is only enough to sustain one's existence in this world for one day, and now, it is already the third day.

This means that if he can no longer find a way to make money tomorrow, he will disappear completely because he cannot get replenishment. On the second day of time travel, Feng Xue was lucky enough to witness the disappearance of a person on the execution platform outside the garbage mountain.

The whole process.

The extremely miserable wailing, and the scene of the body drying up, collapsing, and finally turning into smoke and dust, kept Feng Xue, who lives in modern society, from falling asleep all night.

"Maybe tomorrow, I will be like those people outside the door and make a last ditch effort to survive?"

Feng Xue glanced at the icon in the upper left corner of his field of vision and sighed helplessly. Although he did have the golden finger that came with time travel, he hadn't even figured out all the functions of this thing.

This thing similar to a game interface can neither store items nor issue tasks, nor does it have achievements or anything like that, and it doesn't even have the most basic instructions for use.

Although it passively provides an ability similar to game identification, there are only two lines of information given. One line is the item [Name], and the other line is called [Element], which displays items such as [Weapon], [Tool], [

Words like "food" and a bunch of garbled characters.

However, there are actually two active abilities, one is called [Smelting] and the other is called [Recasting], but the former requires the consumption of energy called [Consciousness], and the latter even only has a central sight with a crosshair, surrounded by similar game backpacks.

There is a grid interface that cannot fit anything, and a gray and unselectable [Confirm] button. You don’t even know what needs to be consumed.

As for the energy of [consciousness]... it is actually the kind of "nutrition" that this world needs to sustain itself.

The unit of [Knowledge] is "Tower", which is also the basic unit of currency in this world. The [Knowledge] consumed by a person per day is 100 Towers, and the cost of each [Smelting] is 5 Towers, that is to say

, each smelting takes 72 minutes of life.

Of course, in order to experiment with this golden finger, Feng Xue reluctantly took out the five towers to activate his abilities, but he did not get the answer he wanted because the golden finger told him——

[Smelting failed].

Although he wanted to tell himself that this kind of failure should only be a probability event, the [knowledge] he had at hand did not allow him to squander it.

Just when Feng Xue was feeling sorry for herself for her situation, the shouts of death and pain on the streets gradually stopped, and the streets seemed to be quiet again.

But when he wanted to sleep against the wall for a while, there was a sudden banging sound on the rotten wooden door.

Feng Xue's heart tightened, and he immediately tightened his grip on the dagger, but the next moment, he hid the knife behind his back.

His current residence has almost no defense capabilities. Pretending that no one is in the house or holding up the door is simply to hide one's ears, and he himself is just a dead man in peacetime who has not received any combat training. Under this situation, he

I can only prepare for the worst and comfort myself that the person at the door is at least willing to knock on the door.

"Squeak——"

The uncomfortable scraping sound of rotten wood accompanied the opening of the wooden door. Standing outside the door was a middle-aged man with a well-proportioned figure and a slightly mature appearance. He glanced at Feng Xue and said without emotion:

"Come out and help collect the corpses, one corpse costs 100 towers!"

"Is there such a good thing?" Feng Xue didn't even react for a while, but after the other party finished speaking, he immediately turned around and walked away. At the same time, there were similar knocks on the door from time to time.

Unable to figure out the situation, he did not go out immediately. Instead, he glanced at the street and saw five or six people walking out of the dilapidated houses around him - of course, more of them were still pretending.

did not hear.

The faces of these people who came out were full of fear and struggle, which made Feng Xue feel a little uneasy, but with only one day left to live, he didn't seem to have the capital to refuse.

After a brief hesitation, he finally chose to walk out and walked onto the bloody street with those people with complicated expressions. At the same time, an impatient voice came from not far away——

"Hurry up and don't delay. If you delay, no one will think about it!"

It was a man holding a machete in his hand, and behind him was a table with familiar bran bricks placed on it.

It seemed that the words of the man with the knife had an effect. The poor people who were still dawdling quickly walked towards the corpses with different forms of death and carried them to the cart provided by the man with the knife.

Seeing that the whole process seemed to have no technical difficulty, Feng Xue immediately stepped forward, resisting the pungent smell of blood and rotting internal organs, and dragged a body that seemed to be relatively intact onto the cart.

Although his body has undergone wonderful changes after time traveling, he has not become a strong man in general. Not to mention the 300-stone strong bow, even dragging the body makes him breathless.

Fortunately, there were more than forty corpses, and there were only nine of them including him. When Feng Xue dragged the third corpse to the cart, the others had already pulled the cart to line up at the table.

Already.

Watching the first person who took away the bran bricks dragging the cart and walking quickly towards the distance, Feng Xue realized that this work obviously did not end with the body being thrown onto the cart.


Chapter completed!