In a simple room that was more like a ruin than a house, Feng Xue, dressed in an Assassin's Creed-style white robe, leaned against a fairly solid wall, holding a short knife in her hand, but cold sweat continued to flow down her forehead.

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 of your debut.

Fortunately, Feng Xue did not belong to these killed or murderers.

Unfortunately, there's no guarantee that he won't join the rest of the world.

It's been three days since she crossed over to this strange world, and Feng Xue hasn't even figured out the basic situation of this world, and she hasn't even fully figured out the ability of her golden finger.

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, it is no problem to say that Feng Xue is not a living person at all now.

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

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

Since he inexplicably crossed to the garbage dump and was responded by the garbage guy who picked up the garbage, "What's so strange about crossing, get out of the way", he has been shrouded in inexplicability.

He only knew that it was called a landfill, but he didn't know whether the landfill referred to the dump, or to the surrounding slums, or to the city where the slums were located, or whether the whole world was simply called a landfill.

But he knew that only two hours after the crossing, he saw people fighting each other for snatching dog shit from the garbage heap, and in the end, only one of the dozen people survived.

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

Later, he picked up something that seemed useful but useless, exchanged it for five pieces of dry bran food that was harder than a brick, and swallowed a few bites in a desperate way that almost broke his teeth, and then he found that the people here didn't use their mouths to "eat" things at all, and in order to obtain this information, he was tricked into a brick by the guy who said he was willing to show him how to eat......

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

This means that if he can't find a way to make money tomorrow, he will disappear completely because he can't be replenished - Feng Xue was fortunate enough to witness the whole process of a person's disappearance on the execution table outside the garbage mountain on the second day of the crossing.

The extremely miserable wail, and the scene where the body dried up little by little, collapsed, and finally disappeared into smoke and dust, made Feng Xue, who lives in modern society, unable to sleep all night.

"Maybe tomorrow, I'll do the last fight to survive like those people outside the door, right?"

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 attached to the crossing, he hadn't even figured out the function of this thing yet.

This game-like interface doesn't store items, doesn't post quests, doesn't have achievements or anything like that, and doesn't even have even the most basic instructions for use.

Although the passive provides an ability similar to the game's identification, it gives only two lines of information, one for the item [name] and the other for the "element", showing words such as [weapon], [tool], [food], and a string of garbled characters.

However, there are actually two active abilities, one is called [Smelting], and the other is called [Recast], but the former needs to consume energy called [Knowledge], while the latter even has only one central crosshair, and the surrounding lattice interface is similar to a game backpack but nothing can be stuffed into, and a gray and non-optional [Confirm] button, so you don't even know what needs to be consumed.

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

The unit of [Knowledge] is "Tower", which is also the basic unit of this world currency, a person consumes 100 Towers of [Knowledge] in a day, and the cost of each [Smelting] is 5 Towers, that is, each smelting, it takes 72 minutes of life.

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

[Melting failed].

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

Just when Feng Xue felt sorry for her situation, the shouts and cries of pain on the street gradually stopped, and the street seemed to be quiet again.

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

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

His current residence has almost no defense, pretending that there is no one in the house or holding the door of the house is simply hiding his ears and stealing the bell, and he himself is just a peacetime dead house with no combat training, in this case, he can only prepare for the worst, while forcibly comforting himself, the person at the door is at least willing to knock on the door.

"Squeak-"

The uncomfortable sound of rotten wood rubbing came out with the opening of the wooden door, and standing outside the door was a middle-aged man with a well-proportioned figure and a slightly old appearance, he glanced at Feng Xue, and said without emotion:

"Come out and help collect the corpse, 100 towers for a corpse!"

"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, there was a similar knock on the door from time to time.

Confused, he did not go out at once, but looked out into the street a few times, and saw that five or six people had already walked out of the dilapidated houses around him—and of course more, he pretended not to hear.

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

After a short hesitation, he finally chose to walk out, and walked onto the bloodstained street with those people with complicated expressions, and at the same time, an impatient voice came from not far away-

"Hurry up, don't delay, if it's delayed, don't think about it!"

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

As if the words of the knife-wielding man had an effect, the poor people, who were still grinding, quickly walked to the corpses in various forms and carried them to the cart provided by the knife-wielding man's men.

Seeing that the whole process didn't seem to be technically difficult, Feng Xue immediately stepped forward, forcibly endured the pungent smell mixed with the smell of blood and the rancid smell of internal organs, and dragged a corpse that looked fairly intact 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 three hundred stones, even dragging the corpse makes him a little breathless.

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

Watching the first person to take the bran bricks drag the cart and walk quickly towards the distance, Feng Xue realized that the work was obviously not over by throwing the corpse on the cart.