There is a big hole in the roof, which is ventilated on all sides. In a simple room that looks more like a ruin than a house, Feng Xue, who is wearing an Assassin's Creed-style white robe, is leaning against a fairly solid wall, holding a short knife in her hand, and her forehead. Constantly have cold sweat flowing down.
Outside the wooden door, which has no blocking effect, there are tragic shouts and screams one after another. Even if you just listen to the movement, you can already imagine the tragedy on the road.
Fortunately, Feng Xue did not belong to these killed or murderers.
Unfortunately, he can't guarantee that he won't join them in the future.
It has been three days since she traveled to this strange world. Feng Xue has not even figured out the basic situation of this world, even the ability of her golden finger is not fully understood.
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 point of view, Feng Xue is not a living person at all. No problem either.
Even, Feng Xue even felt that he was too free in xp in his previous life, so that he needed to fall into such a hell to bear the punishment after death!
That's right, hell, this is his most intuitive feeling about this world.
Ever since he inexplicably crossed to the garbage dump, and was answered by the garbage guy who picked up the trash, "What's so strange about crossing, get out of here quickly", he has been shrouded in inexplicable.
He only knew that this place was called a landfill, but he didn't know whether the landfill referred to this garbage dump, or included the surrounding slums, or referred to the city where the slums were located, or simply the whole world was called a landfill.
But he knew that just two hours after crossing, he saw people fighting each other to snatch the dog shit dug out of the garbage dump, and in the end only one of the dozen or so people survived.
The shit here is not a description, but the real shit—well, Feng Xue doesn't know what it is, but it's definitely shit!
Later, he picked up some useful but useless things, exchanged five pieces of dry bran food that was harder than bricks, and almost swallowed a few mouthfuls of the danger of his teeth being broken, only then did he realize that the people here " He doesn't need to talk about "eating" things at all, and in order to obtain this information, he was tricked by the guy who expressed his willingness to show him how to eat...
and the embarrassing thing is that the "nutrition" that a brick can provide only It is enough to maintain his 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 be supplemented. On the second day of crossing, Feng Xue was fortunate to witness the whole disappearance of a person on the execution platform outside the garbage mountain. process.
The incomparably miserable howls, and the scene where her body dries up bit by bit, collapses, and finally disappears into smoke and dust, made Feng Xue, who lives in modern society, unable to fall asleep all night.
"Maybe tomorrow, like those people outside the door, I will make a last-ditch effort to survive?"
Feng Xue glanced at the icon in the upper left corner of her field of vision, and sighed helplessly, although he did have the golden finger that comes with time travel. , but he hasn't even figured out all the functions of this thing.
This thing similar to the game interface can neither store items nor issue tasks, nor does it have achievements or the like, and it doesn't even have the most basic instructions for use.
Although it passively provides an ability similar to game appraisal, the information given is only two lines, one line is the item [name], and the other line is called [element], showing things such as [weapon], [tool], [ Food] and a string of gibberish characters.
However, there are actually two active abilities, one is called [Smelting] and the other is called [Recasting], but the former needs to consume the energy called [Knowledge], while the latter even only has a front sight in the center, and the surrounding is similar to a game backpack. With a grid interface that can't fit anything, and a gray and unselectable [Confirm] button, I don't even know what needs to be consumed.
As for the energy of [knowledge]...it is actually the kind of "nutrition" that this world needs to survive.
The unit of [Consciousness] is "tower", which is also the basic unit of the world's currency. A person's daily consumption of [Consciousness] is 100 towers, and the cost of each [smelting] is 5 towers, that is to say, Each smelting consumes 72 minutes of life.
Of course, in order to experiment with this golden finger, Feng Xue reluctantly took out the 5 towers to activate the ability, but he didn't 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 probabilistic event, the [knowledge] in his hand did not allow him to squander it.
Just as Feng Xue was feeling sorry for her own situation, the shouts of killing and cries of pain on the street gradually stopped, and the street seemed to have regained its tranquility.
It's just that when he wanted to lean against the wall to sleep for a while, there was a sudden knocking sound from the decayed wooden door.
Feng Xue's heart tightened, and she immediately clenched the short knife, but the next moment, he hid the knife behind her back.
His current residence has almost no defense ability, pretending that there is no one in the house or blocking the door is simply deceiving, and he himself is just a dead house in peacetime with no fighting training. In this case, he I can only comfort myself while preparing for the worst, at least the person at the door is willing to knock on the door.
"Squeak—"
The uncomfortable sound of rotten wood rubbing against each other came out with the opening of the wooden door. Standing outside the door was a well-proportioned, slightly mature-looking middle-aged man. He glanced at Feng Xue, showing no emotion. Said:
"Come out and help collect the corpses, one corpse
is 100 towers!" knocking.
Unable to figure out the situation, he didn't go out immediately. Instead, he glanced at the street and saw that five or six people had already come out of the dilapidated houses around him—of course, there were more, still pretending to 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 come out, and walked onto the blood-stained street together with those people with complicated expressions
. Come on, 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 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 dead bodies in various shapes and moved 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 mixed with the smell of blood and internal organs, and dragged a corpse that seemed to be in good condition onto the cart.
Although his body has undergone wonderful changes after crossing, he has not become a strong man in general. Not to mention the strong bow of 300 shi, even dragging the corpse still makes him a little out of breath.
Fortunately, there were more than forty corpses, and the body collectors who were called out together with him were only nine. When Feng Xue dragged the third corpse to the cart, other people had already pulled the cart to line up at the table. up.
Seeing the first person who took away the bran bricks dragged the cart and walked quickly towards the distance, Feng Xue realized that the work obviously didn't end with the corpse being thrown on the cart.