Chapter: 3 Have an early meal, then begin your morning adventure on the road

The next day, Lin Feng woke up just as the sky began to brighten.

With such a big event, no one had the mood to sleep until the sun was high.

When Lin Feng woke up, he thought he was still in that ten-square-meter rental room.

He even worried about being late for work.

Only when he saw the surroundings did he remember he had transmigrated.

Looking at the attribute panel, a smile appeared on Lin Feng's face.

Farewell to the boring life where he could see the end—this life would be exciting.

However, he had to solve the immediate trouble first.

The three people hadn't woken up yet.

Lin Feng tried to pull the log on the door again, but it still wouldn't budge.

If he weren't injured, with Beast Hunting Fist strength, he could've broken it.

Lin Feng collected firewood from the ground. Next door, there was movement.

Someone was starting a fire—cooking.

The smell of meat wafted over, and Lin Feng's stomach growled.

He hadn't eaten well in two days.

Li San, who got up to cook, glanced at the woodshed door.

Lin Feng pretended to be weak and said, "Water, food. I want water, food."

Li San scolded impatiently, "Damn, all you do is eat. You're dying—save some food."

After scolding, he left.

Lin Feng sat on the ground, thinking how to ease hunger after adding points.

After midnight, one breakthrough point had arrived.

Half an hour later, Li San steamed big meat buns.

The others woke up, and they started eating with hot water.

Lin Feng drooled.

Damn it, when I get out, I'll eat all the delicacies in this world.

Knock knock. Someone knocked on the courtyard door.

Wang Gousheng went to open it with half a bun in hand.

Bang, the door opened.

He smiled, "Yo, you're early. Got the money?"

The man handed a cloth bag. "It's all here. Keep your word."

"Don't worry. With the money, he's dead. Come in if you want to watch."

The man waved, "No. I'm kind-hearted. Just bury him."

Lin Feng listened carefully. The voice sounded familiar.

Probably the employer—maybe from Small River Village.

He remembered the voice.

After delivering the money, the man left.

Lin Feng guessed they'd kill him after breakfast. His heart beat faster.

People in this world got up too early.

Wang Gousheng returned with the silver.

Clatter—coins poured on the table.

Just a few silver pieces—mostly copper coins.

Zhang Er took a bite and muttered, "First time I've seen such a poor employer."

Wang Gousheng laughed, "Poor or not, we earn when we can."

Li San's eyes lit up. "When we earn enough, we'll go to the county to learn swordsmanship."

"Then join Yunda Escort Agency—enter the inner city, become superiors."

"Yeah, then marry several concubines."

"Right, right."

Lin Feng next door was speechless. Superiors? Be human first!

After breakfast, they walked to the woodshed.

Lin Feng's heart skipped. They're too fast.

Clang, clang.

They unlocked the door.

Lin Feng gritted his teeth. Damn, add points first.

He added the breakthrough point to Beast Hunting Fist.

The panel changed.

Name: Lin Feng.

Life: 6.

Martial Arts:

Hunting Bow Six Shots (Unranked) (Not Started).

Beast Hunting Fist (Unranked) (Minor Accomplishment).

Breakthrough Points: 0

Practice memories flooded his mind.

Five years of training—now minor accomplishment.

With that, he could kill a hungry wolf barehanded.

His muscle lines became more defined.

Wearing clothes, the three couldn't see the change—they still thought he was dying.

Due to poor nutrition after yesterday's breakthrough, his life rose to 8, then dropped back to 6—hunger returned fiercely.

His body was overdrawn.

He couldn't worry now.

Survive first.

The three had surrounded him.

Wang Gousheng said coldly, "No grudges. We're paid. Don't blame us."

Lin Feng sensed danger—his muscles felt like they were melting.

Too hungry—cells eating themselves.

He trembled, with only a 50% chance of winning.

They thought he was scared and relaxed.

Lin Feng suddenly had an idea.

He said weakly, "Even before beheading, the yamen gives food. If I die hungry, I'll haunt you all."

"Damn, you're vicious."

Li San raised a stick.

Wang Gousheng stopped him.

"Fine. Eat your fill. Don't haunt us."

Lin Feng replied, "I'll be satisfied and won't."

"Old San, bring the buns."

Reluctantly, Li San fetched them.

Food would boost his odds—but he stayed alert.

Lin Feng had noticed something strange about this world.

People worshiped the Supreme God statue every morning for about an hour until it turned white.

If it didn't, they'd be reported—fined or beaten.

So everyone feared not worshipping.

This belief in gods and ghosts made them fear Lin Feng's threat.

Li San threw the remaining buns next to Lin Feng.

"All yours. Eat fast, die fast."