Learn one small skill every day

These events all carry a very high level of risk.

It can't be said that there's absolutely no danger, can it?

"The more dangerous residents in the vicinity have all been used as test subjects by the Plague Doctor. Those who remain are those whom the Plague Doctor deems to have no experimental value, or those whom he considers to have other uses for."

The nun grinned and stood up from the ground, her naked body brazenly displayed before Bai Miao: "You still have a chance if you leave Abyss Street now, otherwise, the risk of your exposure will increase every three days."

Limited time offer...?

If that's the case, then what the nun said is even less credible.

If a dungeon is designed to increase in difficulty as you progress, then the method to clear it certainly won't be revealed to you in the first few days.

What's more, it's a dungeon where you directly obtain Aleph-level items after clearing it.

Bai Miao considered how Hu Muyao, as an ordinary person, cleared this instance, as a reference for his own progress.

But Bai Miao eventually abandoned this idea.

How can you assume that Hu Muyao doesn't have any real skills?

Being a complete newcomer doesn't mean you're an ordinary person, right?

"Thanks for the reminder, I'll try my best not to act like a human being..."

Even after leaving the basement, the nun's words still lingered in Bai Miao's ears like a nightmare.

Does the dungeon difficulty increase every three days...?

Today is the third day, which means that the difficulty will increase after tonight.

Bai Miao originally wanted to ask Delis about the price of furs before 18 PM, but when he estimated the time, it was already 17:30 PM.

The flow of time is too bizarre.

Bai Miao clearly remembered that the last time he estimated the time was 15:30 PM, but this time it was suddenly two hours less.

Does that mean I have to keep thinking about time all the time?

After three days, I felt neither hungry nor tired, and time seemed to pass by at an abnormally rapid pace...

Bai Miao felt that he had grasped some clue, but it was very vague and general.

Before he could think it through, a new night fell.

I hope tonight is Christmas Eve too...

After midnight, Bai Miao once again had the opportunity to draw a skill.

Congratulations on acquiring the skill: Internal Organ Strike!

[Visceral Strike LV1: You are more likely to inflict visceral damage on creatures with internal organs, and this damage is doubled.]

This is going to hurt those who want to lose their kidneys.

Unsurprisingly, it's another skill strongly related to the background of Abyss Street.

Bai Miao felt that if he stayed a few more days, he would learn a lot of skills related to human tissues.

However, these skills are still a bit more useful than eating instant noodles through your nostrils.

It at least helps to improve combat capabilities.

And the visual impact is stronger... right?

Bai Miao suddenly felt a little insecure. Which is worse, eating instant noodles through your nostrils or having your eyeball detach?

"boom!"

A gunshot rang out, piercing the silent street and bringing Bai Miao back to reality from his reverie.

Without a second thought, Bai Miao crawled under the sofa.

Where did the gunshots come from?

Judging from the sound, it's still the old-fashioned flintlock rifle.

"Bang!" "Roar!"

Amidst deafening roars, gunshots rang out once again in the street.

"Click! Click!"

The sound of bones breaking also rang out.

Bai Miao lay on the floor, watching the soul lamp by the door flicker on and off, its red and yellow lights flashing, his heart pounding in his chest.

The Soul Lamp's condition is a bit outrageous tonight...

Bai Miao was curious about what was happening outside the street, but he didn't dare to look out the window.

Did the hunter get into a fight with one of the residents?

After the initial commotion, the streets returned to a long period of silence.

Bai Miao estimated the time; it was already 2:30 a.m.

There's still a long time until 6 o'clock...

"Boom boom boom!"

"Boom boom boom!"

Bai Miao was startled; now it was his turn to have his door knocked on!

"Doctor! Is the doctor here?!"

An unusually irritable male voice came from outside the door.

Bai Miao thought of the fifth clue.

If there are customers outside at night, please decide for yourself whether to serve them.

"doctor!"

The shouts outside the door grew louder and louder, and the knocking became more and more violent.

The spirit lamp at the entrance flickered continuously as it was struck.

What exactly is the purpose of this soul lamp? Can it prevent outsiders from getting in?

Bai Miao dared not gamble; he felt that the Soul Lamp was just a decoration used to check the safety of the room.

It has absolutely nothing to do with obstruction!

Bai Miao took a deep breath, stood at the door, and asked, "We're closed! If you're not in a hurry, come back tomorrow morning!"

"I need treatment! I've lost too much blood!"

Why are people who come for treatment so arrogant?

Bai Miao then asked, "Have you come here for treatment before?"

"I bought blood therapy kits from your clinic! Get me treated quickly!"

"Okay, I'll treat you."

Cure your bad habits.

Don't you know how to be gentler with doctors?

Bai Miao thought for a moment and then opened the door.

Chapter Eleven Reasonable Fees

Outside the door stood a man breathing heavily, with a thick beard.

He wore a pointed black top hat and a long leather coat, and exuded a strong stench of blood.

Bai Miao glanced at his right hand, where he was tightly gripping a strangely shaped weapon.

It has a curved shape, but the blade is serrated.

He also had a silver-white pistol tucked into his waistband.

"Where's the doctor?"

When the man saw that the person who opened the door was Bai Miao, he questioned him.

"The doctor isn't here, so I'll treat you."

"you?"

He snorted, rudely squeezed into the room, and headed upstairs.

Bai Miao closed the door. The blood flowing from his feet showed that the man was in dire straits and had no choice but to let Bai Miao treat him.

Bai Miao then went up to the second floor. As the man reached the operating table, he pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at Bai Miao.

"Give me a blood transfusion for treatment."

It seems he still doesn't trust Bai Miao's medical skills and is forcing Bai Miao to do as he says.

With a gun pointed at him, Bai Miao frowned slightly: "You need to stop the bleeding first before you can give a blood transfusion, and I also need to check your wound."

"No need, just give me your blood! Hurry up, I don't want to say it a third time!"

"Calm down, I'm the doctor."

Bai Miao remained unmoved: "I am responsible for the safety of my patients."

"Ha, you've got some guts. No wonder you can work here as a human being."

The man suddenly laughed and put away his gun.

"Now I'm starting to believe you're a doctor. If you had just done exactly as I said, I might have actually shot you. A doctor wouldn't let a lay patient point fingers at him. If you don't even have that much confidence, I wouldn't dare let you treat me."

What a strange temper.

Bai Miao guessed that this was the hunter that Delis was talking about.

The weapons are very similar, and it looks like a human.

"Lie down first and expose the wound."

The man's wounds were on his abdomen, with three 20-centimeter-long lacerations running from his upper left abdomen to his lower right abdomen, almost splitting him in two diagonally.