The information on the left has changed, and the number of life harvested has actually become twenty.

At this moment, with a sudden "ding" sound, the number of harvested lives was added, and the remaining survival time no longer showed the specific time, but became twenty days.

"Oh, I didn't expect that a car accident would kill twenty people. But if you don't die, I'm going to die. It's really... sorry." Ian said silently in his heart.

Looking at the grids on the right, there are some items, a total of nine types, namely rope, fruit knife, hammer, pistol, shovel, baseball stick, iron stick, and scissors. In the grid in the middle, there is a syringe. Not only that, there is also a faint light around the things on the eight grids next to it. Except for the pistol, which emits blue light, the others are all white light, and the syringe has green light.

Ian focused on the pistol, and the sound of the auxiliary system in his mind prompted: "Pistol can quickly harvest your life, and it requires two death coins to exchange it."

When his attention was on the scissors, the auxiliary system prompted: "Scissors can easily harm others, and exchange it requires a death coin."

When the attention is on the syringe, the auxiliary system prompts: "Venom, a drop can kill an adult, and it requires four death coins to exchange it."

Ian thoughtfully said: Killing someone increases your survival time by 24 hours, and you can exchange it for a Death Coin. It is a loss to exchange for these. It is better to kill someone and directly steal the money on your body and then buy things. However, that venom is good.

After sillying, Ian decided to exchange the venom syringe, and his survival time immediately became sixteen days, which means that within these sixteen days, he was safe, but in order to survive, he had to continue his survival time.

"What's this? Do you have to continue to kill so constantly?" Ian thought angrily that this is a city, and there are policemen. He wants to kill someone but cannot be caught. The chance of this is probably too small.

"Vomit..." Just as Ian closed his eyes and thought about things, a strange sound suddenly came to his face with a nauseous smell.

Ian couldn't dodge and was immediately covered in some things. He immediately got up. It turned out that two drunk young men were crawling at the base of the wall and vomiting.

"Ha, I didn't expect there was a beggar here." One of the men smiled dizzyly.

The other person might have woken up a little, pointed at Ian and smiled, "Hehe, you have to pay us money, otherwise you won't think of leaving here today."

Ian was a little worried, and angry, and asked, "You spit on me, didn't apologize, and asked me to pay you money?"

"We just drank for twenty dollars, and now it's all on you, so of course you have to pay us a compensation, hahaha..." As they said that, they both felt that the reason was a bit far-fetched, so they couldn't help laughing.

Their laughter was mocking in Ian's ears, which made him even more angry.

Perhaps it was Ian's angry expression or his clenched fists that made the two people feel angry. A beggar dared to look at them. One of them rushed forward two steps, grabbed Ian's hair and hit the wall with a sudden impact.

"Bang..." Ian's head hurts, and when he reaches out and touches, it gets stained with blood. He can no longer control himself. He was beaten and bullied when he was a beggar. Now he has escaped and is even bullied. Anyway, he has killed so many people, so he doesn't care about these two more.

Thinking of this, Ian hugged the man and threw him to the ground with a forceful drop. His companion was already sitting on the wall and snoring. Although this man was not completely drunk, he was already unstable. Ian easily pressed on him, strangled his throat with both hands, and did not dare to relax at all.

The man's body was constantly struggling, and his hands teared Ian's torn cotton coat, and a fearful look appeared in his eyes.

If there was a mirror at this time, Ian would have been frightened by his expression. He saw his eyes wide open and his forehead veins burst out. At this moment, he seemed to be possessed by a demon. He had no consideration of any consequences at all, but just wanted to kill the person in front of him.

With a "ding" sound, the prompt sound in Ian's mind made him wake up instantly. Seeing his hands strangling to a dead man's throat, he immediately realized that he had just killed a living person with his own hands.

This is different from those people he killed before. Whether in the hospital or on the road, although those people were also killed by Ian, Ian did not see the tragic situation of those people before death by them. However, the fearful and ferocious expression of this person who was strangled to death by him was deeply imprinted in Ian's mind at this moment, and it is probably not going away for a long time.

Ian felt confused again. If the previous murder was because he could not survive without killing, then this reason would no longer be valid, because he still had sixteen days, and after knocking down this person, he could leave, but after he was angry, he chose to kill him.

His body trembled, crawled off the man, his hands and feet trembled uncontrollably, and the murder process began to replay in his mind over and over again. Ian's heart seemed to twist together, and he could not do anything except widen his eyes and breathe desperately.

A few minutes later, he finally came to his senses and looked at the corpse on the ground. His first thought was to run away.

"But..." Ian looked at the other person who was lying on the wall.

"If I just left like this, he would definitely call the police when he woke up, and he might remember what I looked like...why..."

Ian thought about it and was already a murderer anyway. Since he was going to run away, he would kill this guy too.

Ian walked over carefully and took out the syringe. The liquid in the syringe looked very sticky. He was worried that if he pricked it directly, he would wake the man up, so he took advantage of his mouth wide and squeezed it hard inside, then ran away.

Before he could run out of the ten-meter-long alley, he could hear a "ding" sound in his mind. He no longer had the courage to look back and didn't even dare to pause, so he ran into the darkness.

The snow and snow were very strong that night, covering the bodies of the two people and Ian's footprints, which also provided convenience for Ian's smooth escape.

Ian, who left the alley, dared not stop at all, nor had any destination. He just wanted to get farther away from there until he was so tired that he couldn't run.

Looking around, there were woods around, and there was no light at all. Just as Ian hesitated to distinguish the direction, a sound of a train flute came from not far away.

"By the way, I can hide on the train and leave here far away." Ian dragged his tired body in the direction of the sound of the flute.

More than half an hour later, he finally saw the train. It seemed to be a forest farm. Maybe the truck he took was transporting the wood here and then transporting the wood from here to elsewhere. Ian had no time to look at it, climbed over the fence, climbed into a carriage, and got into the gap between the wood and the carriage.

With the cover of the carriage, the cold wind became much smaller. Taking advantage of the heat of running just now, Ian did not resist the coming of sleepiness and fell asleep.
Chapter completed!