"Duh!"

With a soft sound, a metal blade about the length of a palm was nailed to the wooden board, looking at the crooked crosshair circled with dirt, Feng Xue said self-deprecatingly, "At least on target", took a few steps forward to pull it back and put it back into the hidden blade.

After the suffocating blade is reforged, whether it is range, accuracy, or penetration, it is not comparable to the original inferior toy, but on the contrary, the difficulty of the complex machine expansion operation has also been improved.

Including how to eject the blade, how to unfold the crossbow arm, or how to launch the blade, the requirements for action accuracy are far beyond the original toy, but Feng Xue doesn't feel anything wrong with this, after all, compared to the original cos toy that hurts at most even if it is triggered by mistake, this thing is now a deadly weapon.

After spending a night of research, he also figured out some of the characteristics of the so-called phantom objects, the most basic of which is that they will not wear out.

It seems a bit absolute, but at least Feng Xue's current conclusion is that last night, because he was not proficient in operation, he shot the blade at the brick wall, although the blade was shattered, but there was not even a trace of bump.

He also experimented with sharpening knives, and finally confirmed that neither stone nor brick could leave a single scratch on the blade.

It's like a game item with no durability setting, and it won't change at all for reasons other than its function.

However, since this was all his possessions, he did not attempt destructive experiments such as cutting bowstrings.

But at least for now, the durability of the so-called phantom object should be guaranteed.

As sunlight poured into the room through the hole in the ceiling, Feng Xue tidied up her clothes and stretched out to prepare to go out.

Although he didn't sleep all night, he didn't show much fatigue, or rather, for him now, sleep is only a mental need, not a physical need.

"It's really not human!" Feeling that she had three days left to live, Feng Xue walked out of the house again.

The area he is in, known as the Landfill, is a slum that resembles a mountain of garbage in former Southeast Asia, with shacks centred around a large dump that covers an area close to the previous one, and garbage picking is the source of livelihood for the vast majority of its residents.

However, unlike the famous garbage mountains before the crossing, there are strict rules here.

Not only are there regulations on the opening hours and entry and exit times of the dump, but there are also special personnel to carry out valuations, and all items taken out of the dump can only be handed over to the managers of the area in exchange for one-tenth of the estimated value, and if you want to take away the items you find, you will have to pay the equivalent of 1.5 times the estimated value.

All those who disobey the rules will be punished quite severely, and the guy Feng Xue saw at the execution ground who was sentenced to "waiting for death" is said to have hidden items and was discovered.

There are still seven days left before the next opening day of the garbage dump, and Feng Xue's remaining [knowledge] is only three days, which means that he must earn at least four hundred towers in these three days, otherwise it will disappear completely.

Of course, he could have gone out of his way to attack the local administrator's warehouse, just like the corpses he had done last night, but judging by the tragic scene last night, it was obviously not an easy thing to do.

Or, if someone can snatch items from the gangs that are local rulers, then they will not be on the verge of death because they cannot obtain enough knowledge.

Following the path that was completely stepped out by human activities, Feng Xue moved around the garbage dump surrounded by high walls - although it is said to be a high wall, the technical content is completely incomparable with the high wall that separates the so-called wild field from the sky seen yesterday, to put it bluntly, it is just a building made of bricks, which can be completed by even ordinary people.

The entire landfill was a small circle, the size of a small urban area through the previous one, surrounded by the kind of frightening high walls that seemed to be just a little higher, but in fact exaggerated in terms of technology, only the high wall to the northeast seemed to stretch straight into the distance, but it was the base camp of the gang who managed the landfill, and he obviously did not have the qualifications to approach it.

It is worth mentioning that the gang that runs the landfill has not done anything to recruit new people, and he has asked people before, but all he got was a mocking smile.

Although it is a slum, there is no shortage of various professions here, including production occupations such as blacksmiths and tailors, as well as doctors who save lives, after all, even if Feng Xue always says that people in this world are not like people, they still have the concept of injury, illness and death, but they don't need to eat and sleep.

Although Feng Xue has been going around in circles during the day for the past few days, today is still a little different, after all, he has a destination-

It's a small bungalow near a dump, small in size, but different from the surrounding houses, and if anything, it's like a classic Renaissance sculpture in a pile of postmodern art.

In front of this building, there was already a not too long queue, and from time to time people walked out of the building, either smiling or depressed, if it weren't for the sign with the words "Employment Agency", it might have made people mistake it for a clinic.

Feng Xue naturally lined up behind the queue, waiting for the queue to gradually shorten.

Although there is a job agency, it is not easy to find a job here, and after Feng Xue came to this world, this is the fourth time she has come here, but the first three times have not yielded any results.

"Next!"

There was a somewhat lazy voice from the room, Feng Xue immediately walked into the house, this small bungalow was also shabby, only a desk, a row of cabinets like a Chinese medicine medicine store, and a young woman who looked good-looking, but looked very lazy.

"What do you want to do?"

The young woman pressed the end of the pen against her jaw and asked a short question, not just a simple five words, but with many connotations.

When he came for the first time, Feng Xue could say anything, and then he was kicked out, and when he came for the second time, he said that he wanted to be a gang member, and got a contemptuous smile, and the third time he was fully prepared, investigated the surrounding occupational ecology, and said the porter's answer, but the answer given by the other party was-

"You're not qualified."

The devil knows why the porter still needs to be qualified, if he is not strong enough, he has seen thirteen or fourteen-year-old hemp pole child laborers moving bricks at the construction site in the west before!

In fact, if it weren't for some guys who looked like weak chickens at first glance and got a job here, he would have wondered if this front desk had some hidden terms like the employment agency in the full-time hunter!

However, considering the imminent threat of death, Feng Xue took a deep breath before she spit out that answer:

"Corpse collector."

As soon as the words came out, the lazy woman immediately raised her head, examined him for a moment, and then nodded:

"Are you sure?"

"Huh? That's it? Feng Xue asked in some surprise, but the woman didn't intend to answer, but just repeated:

"I'm asking you if you're sure!"

"Sure, I'm going to be the corpse collector." Feng Xue dared to hesitate, nodded hurriedly to confirm, and when the woman heard this, she immediately got up and turned to the cabinet behind her that looked like a Chinese medicine medicine medicine medicine cabinet, took out a palm-sized sign from a drawer and handed it to Feng Xue:

"This is your entry certificate, please keep it safe."