"If only I really couldn't forget." Feng Xue watched the door close again, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly. It wasn't much, but he could clearly feel the [Shi] inside his body increasing little by little as Chen Xiyao left.
It only ticked up by one point now and then, but even by a conservative estimate, gaining one or two hundred points a day shouldn't be a problem. In other words, from this moment on, the mere "Death-Waiting Punishment" no longer posed any threat to him.
Of course, if things got bad enough that someone hung him on an execution platform, then once they realized they couldn't starve him to death, they could simply beat him to death instead.
Feng Xue shook his head, then kicked open his front door. The most troublesome part was over. All he had to do now was get out.
But without Chen Xiyao to worry about, he could escape using the mobility granted by the Assassin Trait. As long as he didn't run into the administrator, he should be fine.
Feng Xue reconstructed the map of the Landfill Area in his mind and prepared to escape along the route he'd planned. He had carefully considered where to place all those corpses. As long as the administrator didn't want to lose his job, he wouldn't show up along Feng Xue's escape route.
Feng Xue gathered a breath of True Qi and pushed off against the door to leap onto the roof. But just then, he saw something that filled him with horror—
The low-level thugs' corpses lying on the ground had undergone Corpse Transformation!
"Damn it! Did Chen Xiyao get scared shitless?" Seeing the corpses drag themselves up with their entrails trailing behind, their bodies twisting into grotesque shapes, Feng Xue immediately guessed that