It was air-ventilated on all sides and a large hole on the roof. In a simple room that looked more like a ruin than the house, Feng Xue, wearing an Assassin's Creed-style white robe, leaned against the relatively solid wall, holding a short knife in her hand, but cold sweat kept flowing down her forehead.

Outside the wooden door without any blocking effect, there were tragic shouts and screams one after another. Even if you just listen to the movement, you could already imagine the tragic tragedy of your debut.

Fortunately, Feng Xue does not belong to these murdered or murderers.

Unfortunately, he couldn't promise that he wouldn't join in the next place.

It has been three days since Feng Xue has traveled to this strange world. Not to mention understanding the basic situation of this world, she has not even fully understood the ability of her golden fingers.

Although he can drink water now, he will not be thirsty even if he doesn't drink for three days. Although he can eat, he will not feel hungry even if he doesn't eat for three days. From this point of view, it is no problem to say that Feng Xue is not a living person at all.

Even Feng Xue even felt that he was too free in his previous life, so he had to fall into such a hell to bear the punishment after his death!

That's right, hell, this is his most intuitive feeling about the world.

After he traveled through time to the garbage dump for no reason and was answered by the garbage collector who responded, "What's so strange about traveling through time? Get out of here quickly", he was shrouded in inexplicable things.

He only knew that this place was called a landfill, but he didn't know whether the landfill refers to this garbage dump, or it includes the surrounding slums, or the city where the slums are located, or the whole world is called a landfill.

But he knew that just two hours after the time travel, he saw someone fighting to grab the shit that was fetched from the garbage dump. In the end, only one of the dozen people survived.

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

Later, he picked up some things that looked useful but useless, replaced five pieces of bran dry food that were harder than bricks, and swallowed a few bites of the danger of the teeth breaking. Then he found that the people here didn't have to mouth at all. In order to obtain this information, he was cheated of a brick by the guy who expressed his willingness to show him how to eat...

What’s embarrassing is that the “nutrition” that a brick can provide is only enough to maintain one day’s existence in this world, and now it is the third day.

This means that if he can't find a channel to make money tomorrow, he will completely disappear because he cannot be supplemented. On the second day of his journey, Feng Xue was fortunate to witness the entire process of a person disappearing on the execution platform outside the garbage mountain.

The extremely miserable wail and the scene of the body drying out little by little, collapsed, and finally turned into smoke and dust and disappeared, leaving Feng Xue, who lives in modern society, unable to fall asleep all night.

"Maybe tomorrow, I will make my last try like those outside the door, just like those who are outside the door?"

Feng Xue glanced at the icon in the upper left corner of his vision and sighed helplessly. Although he did have the golden fingers that came with time travel, he had not even figured out the functions of this thing.

This thing similar to the game interface cannot store items, publish tasks, and there are no achievements. It even does not have the most basic instructions for use.

Although passively provides a similar game identification ability, the information given is only two lines, one is the item [name] and the other is the name [element], which shows words such as [weapons], [tools], [food] and a string of garbled codes.

However, there are actually two active abilities, one is called [Smelting] and the other is called [Recasting]. However, the former requires energy called [Recognition], while the latter even has only one lattice interface with a central front star, which is similar to a game backpack but can't fit anything into it, and a gray and white unselectable [Confirm] button, which doesn't even know what it needs to consume.

As for the energy of [knowledge]... in fact, it is the "nutrition" that the world needs to survive.

The unit of [Knowledge] is "Tower", which is also the basic unit of the world's currency. A person consumes 100 towers in a day, and the cost of each [smelting] is 5 towers, which means that each smelting requires a life span of 72 minutes.

Of course, in order to experiment with this golden finger, Feng Xue still took out the 5 towers to activate his ability, but he did not get the answer he wanted, because the golden finger told him-

[Smelting failed].

Although he really wanted to tell himself that this kind of failure should be just a probabilistic event, his [knowledge] at hand did not give him any extra money to squander.

Just as Feng Xue was complaining about her situation, the shouts of killing and pain on the streets gradually stopped, and the streets seemed to have returned to tranquility.

But when he wanted to sleep against the wall for a while, the somewhat decaying wooden door suddenly heard a bang and bang.

Feng Xue's heart tightened and he immediately held the knife tightly, but the next moment, he hid the knife behind him.

His current residence has almost no resistance. He pretends that there is no one in the house or the door is just covering his ears. He is just a peaceful house with no fighting training. In this case, he can only make the worst plans while forcing himself to comfort himself. At least the people at the door are willing to knock on the door.

"Squeak--"

The uncomfortable sound of rotten wood rubbing came along with 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 any emotion:

"Come out and help collect the corpse, one corpse is 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, and at the same time, almost knocking around the door was heard from time to time.

Unable to figure out the situation, he did not go out immediately, but looked at the street for a few glances, and saw that five or six people had already walked out of the dilapidated houses around him - of course, more of them were pretending not to hear it.

The people who came out were filled with fear and struggle, which made Feng Xue feel a little uneasy, but he had only one day left, and he seemed to have no capital to refuse.

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

"Hurry up, don't be too slow. 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 on it.

It seemed that the words of the man with the knife had worked. The poor man who was still rushing quickly walked towards the dead bodies and carried them to the cart provided by the man with the knife.

Seeing that the whole process seemed to be technically difficult, Feng Xue immediately stepped forward, endured the pungent smell of bloody smell and rotten internal organs, and dragged a seemingly intact body onto the cart.

Although his body changed wonderfully after traveling through time, he did not become a strong man in general. Not to mention the strong bow of 300 stones, even if he dragged the corpse, it made him feel a little panting.

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

Seeing the first person who took away the bran bricks dragging the cart and walking quickly towards the distance, Feng Xue realized that this work was obviously not over even if the body was thrown on the cart.

Chapter completed!