At this moment, Lin Feng wasn't picky. He picked up a bun from the ground and ate it heartily.
Since there was no water, he swallowed it dry.
He finished a big bun in a few bites.
Seeing Lin Feng's eating, Li San couldn't help but mock,
"Damn it, is this kid a hungry ghost?"
Lin Feng devoured over a dozen meat buns in under a minute.
It was due to the intense hunger in his body.
Even after finishing, his stomach still felt empty.
But the hunger eased, and his body stopped breaking down muscle.
His life force on the panel also rose to 7.
Though not fully replenished, he no longer trembled.
Lin Feng raised his head and asked, "Is there more food? I'm not full."
The three robbers were horrified. Was he really a hungry ghost?
He had eaten more than the three of them combined.
Li San cursed, "Damn, you ate most of the buns. What else do you want?"
Wang Gousheng squinted. This kid's stomach didn't bulge after so many buns.
Where had they gone?
He didn't dare let Lin Feng eat more. If he gained strength, he'd resist.
Wang Gousheng said, "Death row inmates only get noodles before dying.
You ate ten big buns. We've been generous. Go in peace."
After that, Li San attacked.
With a whoosh, he smashed his club at Lin Feng.
Lin Feng rolled aside.
Bang, the club smashed a hole in the ground.
While still prone, Lin Feng used the Wild Donkey Leg Kick from Beast Hunting Fist.
He sprang his right foot upward at Li San's crotch.
Bang, crack.
Ah ah ah.
It sounded like fish bubbles popping.
Li San jumped, dropped the club, then screamed on the ground.
Whoosh whoosh—before Lin Feng could move again, Wang Gousheng and Zhang Er swung their clubs at him.
Lin Feng used Lazy Donkey Roll, dodging on the ground.
Wang Gousheng and Zhang Er were stunned.
How did this dying kid get so energetic?
And he knew martial arts—one move crippled their brother.
He was weak as a chick yesterday.
Now he seemed strong.
Lin Feng rolled beside Wang Gousheng and used Monkey Stealing Peach.
Crack, crack,
Ah, ah, ah,
Wang Gousheng jumped and fell, screaming.
Zhang Er felt a chill in his crotch seeing this.
Whoosh whoosh—Zhang Er forced Lin Feng back with two clubs, then threw them and fled.
He knew he was no match and tried to escape.
Lin Feng saw it and deliberately left a flaw.
As Zhang Er turned—
Lin Feng used Eagle Leaving the Nest from Beast Hunting Fist.
He jumped into the air behind him.
Then used Poisonous Snake Flicking Tongue in mid-air, striking Zhang Er's nape.
Crack. Zhang Er's neck broke. He staggered, fell, and twitched before dying.
In ten seconds, two were crippled, one dead.
The Lesser Accomplishment Beast Hunting Fist was powerful. Every move fatal.
Though they had higher life force, their martial skills were entry-level.
They weren't his match.
Lin Feng looked at his hands. In two days, he was reborn.
No longer the weak teen.
Thanks to System Daddy.
With the system, his rise was near.
Looking at the two screaming men—
Lin Feng thought to send them to the yamen.
But this wasn't a peaceful world.
He might be beaten or charged instead.
Forget it. When in Rome…
Lin Feng picked up a club and hit Li San's head.
Silenced.
He walked toward Wang Gousheng.
Wang endured pain and begged, "Sir, spare me for those buns."
Lin Feng smiled, "Is your life worth a few buns?"
Wang quickly said, "I have silver, under the bed in the next room. Take it!"
Lin Feng shook his head, "That's just enough for a quick death."
Wang copied him, "You ate my buns, took my silver, if you don't spare me, I'll haunt you."
"Go to your mother."
Lin Feng hit Wang's head.
"You want to scare me with superstition? I'm not afraid."
After killing them, Lin Feng wasn't scared.
It was due to the Beast Hunting Fist and full energy.
Also because of the original owner's memory.
He had seen starving people often. Fear faded.
After destroying the three, Lin Feng entered the next room.
There was a plank bed, cured meat on the wall, and an ancestral bow.
He found a money bag with 30+ silver and 100 copper coins.
Who knew how many they had harmed?
His family only used ten silver to marry and build a house.
This was a fortune.
He searched more and found a "Mad Demon Staff Technique" under the pillow.
More skills were good. Lin Feng's eyes lit up.
It was also unranked, like his fist technique.
It was handwritten, messy, and had only three layers.
After reading, "Mad Demon Staff Technique (Unranked) (Not Started)" appeared on his panel.
All books he read appeared on his panel—amazing learning speed.
No need to keep it. He tossed the book aside.
Though he ate many buns, he was still hungry and thirsty.
He went to the kitchen.
There, he drank several ladles of water from a tank.
Only then did thirst ease.
On a shelf were half a bag each of rice and noodles, and sixty cornbread.
Cornbread doesn't spoil. Usually steamed in bulk.
He ate them in two bites each, finishing them all in minutes.
Only then did hunger disappear.
His life force rose to 8.
He washed his face, carried the bag, meat, rice, noodles, and bow, then left the yard.
Grain couldn't be left. His old mother, wife, and five kids still needed food.
Before leaving, he set a fire to destroy the bodies and erase traces.
Walking on the mountain road, he looked back at the blaze.
This fire burned his rebirth place—farewell to the past.
The old world had nothing to do with him.
The breeze brushed his temples.
Lin Feng raised his head to the fiery red sun and improvised:
"Fire rises to cut off the past, smoke disappears to bid farewell to the old.
The past goes with the wind, the red sun shines on the new body.
Brother and sister will embark on the road of Jianghu from now on."
Lin Feng turned and left without looking back.