If I can't become an immortal, I can only become a demon.

The blade slowly moved across his neck, and the body in his hand started to struggle.

Chen Ren tightened his left hand expressionlessly, suppressing the violent convulsions of his prey before it died.

Only when the life in his palm began to dissipate did he put his mouth on it. He didn't mind the stinky blood and the dry wood on his muscles at all.

Licking the blood on his lips, Chen Ren slowly put down the mountain rat that only had a thin layer of skin left.

Black Mountain Rats had poisonous teeth, and their faces were still numb after three days. This was the best proof.

This was what happened when he was so hungry that he couldn't wait for the mountain rat to die and stuck his head in.

Hunger was also one of the desires. With desire, mistakes would occur.

Outside the Great Wall, a single mistake could very well mean death.

After eight days of eating raw meat and drinking blood, Chen Ren had almost forgotten his purpose for leaving the Great Wall of Sword Prison.

He was already very tired, but every time he closed his eyes, a hunchbacked old man would appear in front of him.

The old man was so hungry that he was only skin and bones, but he still reached out his hand that was only skin and bones and handed Chen Ren a scallion meat pie.

This old man was Chen Ren's father in this life.

Father was a very unfamiliar term.

Chen Ren did not have a sense of belonging to this world. He even scoffed at the so-called family warmth.

It was not until later that the news of the old man being hung on the pillar of shame was spread back by the neighbors.

It was said that he had stolen the scallion meat patties from Li Laosan's house on Outer Fourth Street and was reported to the authorities.

He still remembered that afternoon when the old man placed the scallion meat patty by his bed and walked away under the sun…

It didn't seem hunched at all.

Chen Ren didn't go to the government to argue. After all, the old man really stole it.

The price to redeem the old man was also brought to this dilapidated wooden house along with a piece of paper.

Ten taels of silver.

It was a price that was not worth it even if the old man was cut into pieces and stewed with 13 incense sticks.

In the end, Chen Ren finished the remaining half of the scallion meat patty and left the Great Wall of Sword Prison with a chopper.

That was the only way for the commoners to earn money quickly.

He couldn't remember how many years ago, when a huge hole appeared in the underworld, all the demons and ghosts came over when they smelled the fragrance of the human world.

The big shots of the human world would definitely not agree. A lot of lives were filled in, but they could not fill in the gap.

In the final earth-shattering battle, the Great Wall of Sword Prison was created in the north of the desert.

From that day on, the vast desert north of the Great Wall had a new name: the Wasteland of the Ancestors.

There were all kinds of living corpses, zombies, human pus, and ghost warrior legions in this wasteland.

As for Chen Ren, his goal after leaving the Great Wall was to hunt for corpses. A living corpse's skin could be sold for one tael of silver.

Ten of them would be enough to redeem the old man.

According to the rumors, the Living Corpse Skin was hard and waterproof, so it had many military uses.

However, in Chen Ren's eyes, these living corpses were just the limbs of the old man. The amount of taels of silver he could take back was equivalent to the amount of money he could get from the old man.

If he only took back six taels of silver, the old man would very likely be missing a pair of hands and two legs.

If he took back five taels of silver, the old man would probably be cut in half by them and sent back half. However, he did not know if he would cut it vertically or horizontally.

To redeem a complete old man, be it silver or the skin of a living corpse, it was not easy to obtain.

Every living corpse was almost invulnerable to ordinary people. If they were not careful, they would be caught by the living corpse and turn into a new living corpse with only one soul and one soul after absorbing two souls and six souls.

Zombies were strong, but he didn't have time.

The government would only wait for him for ten days. If he didn't pay the money after ten days, the old man would probably have nothing to drink.

At that time, even if he could gather ten taels of silver, he would only be able to get a dried corpse.

Chen Ren gently burrowed into the mixture under him, trying not to make any noise.

This huge mixture of animal feces and urine could conceal his human scent very well.

Although they were only at the outskirts of the Great Wall, it was hard to tell if they would encounter zombies or resentful ghosts. Zombies had very sensitive noses.

Moreover, he had already told Chen Ren about the corpses that he had seen along the way.

If they encountered a human, it would not be safer than encountering a zombie or a living corpse.

There was nothing wrong with being careful in everything.

Chen Ren shook his head and tried his best to clear his muddled mind.

He reached out and pulled a large piece of seaweed over his head. His pupils spun, and a panel appeared in front of him.

Name: Chen Ren

[Remaining energy: 15]

[Acquired skill: Heal]

[Yin Qi Entering Body: Level 1]

It was very dangerous outside the Great Wall. Fortunately, Chen Ren activated a panel after using all the knowledge he had learned in his previous life to lure and kill a Zombie.

The interface was very simple, and the function was also very simple. It was nothing more than spending energy to heal injuries.

Every time he killed a Zombie, he would gain 10 Energy Points. When he healed himself, he would spend different amounts of Energy Points depending on the severity of his injuries.

What Chen Ren needed to do was to distribute the energy reasonably and try his best not to retain any fatal injuries before the energy was used up.

He didn't know if it was because he had absorbed the energy of five zombies in the past eight days or because the Level 1 Yin Qi at the bottom of the interface had entered his body.

Chen Ren's current state of mind was turning cold at a subtle speed.

He felt that he wouldn't frown even if he killed someone now, and this attitude obviously didn't belong to a modern person who had just transmigrated for half a month.

At the thought of killing, Chen Ren's breathing quickened a little. Even his body temperature, which he had been trying hard to control, began to rise slightly.

In the blink of an eye, eight days had passed. Even with the help of the interface, he had only obtained five pieces of Living Corpse Skin. It was far from enough to exchange for the old man.

Since time was running out, it seemed like it was time to kill someone.

Outside the Great Wall, there were many commoners who risked their lives to hunt for corpses. Some of them wanted to use the skins of living corpses to exchange for cultivation materials, wanting to embark on the path of cultivation and soar to the heavens.

Some of them had no choice but to leave the Great Wall and risk their lives for a future because they were short of money.

Chen Ren obviously belonged to the second type. If he didn't fight, the old man would definitely die.

Time ticked by, and when the gloomy sun was starting to lose its footing, Chen Ren made his move.

He would be hungry in another hour. He wanted to take a gamble. He wanted to bet that the people in this world also had biological clocks and would be hungry.

Chen Ren lay in the mud in the forest like the most experienced hunter, carefully observing the footprints in front of him.

The footprints were very light and small.

This meant that the person who left the footprint was a woman, and she was very weak.

Chen Ren did not want to let this weak woman go. Under the influence of the Yin Qi entering his body, he could only think of one question.

The benefits and risks of killing this woman were not proportional.