Starting as the Godslayer, I will execute the gods

Damn it... It turned out that the original owner of my body stole the money, and the girl became a scapegoat...

Su Miao, who could have stayed out of it, suddenly became very troubled. Although it was just a copy, he couldn't be so ruthless.

Finally, Su Miao stopped and looked at the half-dead girl and said slowly: "Not dead yet?"

"Well..."

Her voice was as thin as a mosquito, as if she was going to die in the next moment.

Su Miao sighed and hugged the girl who fell in a pool of blood. He planned to put the girl in her house and make other plans later.

She became a scapegoat for the original owner to steal the money, and Su Miao couldn't let her body be exposed in the wilderness.

She was very light, and Su Miao felt like holding a bundle of bloody firewood when holding her.

"Where is your house?"

Faced with Su Miao's question, the girl remained silent. When Su Miao checked, he found that she had fainted...

"..."

Su Miao had no choice but to carry the girl to his house. Looking at the dirty and messy ground around, Su Miao frowned slightly. The environment here was very bad. If she was put down and contaminated with bacteria, she would probably die faster.

Then he took out a disposable stretcher, put the girl on the stretcher, cleaned the girl's body with pure water, then disinfected the wound with iodine, and finally wrapped the girl tightly with a disinfectant bandage.

Considering the girl's linen shirt was damaged, Su Miao took out a set of his own casual clothes, put it at the end of the stretcher, and put a bag of bread and a bottle of pure water.

Su Miao could do this, which was considered to be the most benevolent and righteous. If she was killed or chopped by someone in the future, it would not be Su Miao's business at all.

After all, Su Miao was a person who was very afraid of trouble.

After such a long time, the sky was a little dark. Those workers and laborers who relied on labor for wages would probably have a cheap beer in the tavern after work, and this was the time for Su Miao to inquire about the news.

Since there was no main task in Losman Continent, Su Miao's immediate goal was to get rid of the title of "Orphan of the Slums", find an opportunity to enter the Imperial City, and resolve the disputes among the royal families.

After all, with a title that reduced 30% of life points and 10 points of all attributes, it was uncomfortable to do anything.

Before leaving the house, Su Miao also used the black cloth at the hole in the door to cover the damaged door of the house. After all, the clothes and food that Su Miao left for the girl were not cheap things in the slums.

The sky gradually darkened, and he was ready to go to the rich area to find a tavern to inquire about the news.

But before going to the rich area today, his standard slum dress might be looked at strangely in the rich area. In order to hide, Su Miao prepared to get a set of slightly decent clothes, at least to make himself look like someone who came out of the slums.

At this moment, the sky has darkened. There is no public kerosene lamp here, and people can only rely on their own light sources.

There is no industrial revolution here, and most people use kerosene lamps as lighting tools.

Su Miao hid in a dark corner and did not move, like a statue in the dark.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, Su Miao finally found a suitable target.

It was a young man in leather clothes, who was strolling around like a second-rate guy at the moment, with a pair of slender eyes looking around.

The cold wind whistled, blowing him shivering, wrapped his leather jacket tightly, exhaled a breath of hot air and rubbed his hands.

At this moment, the city has entered winter, and most people are wearing leather clothes, which is the warm clothing chosen by most ordinary civilians.

As for the poor people who have no money, they can only choose the rags that the rich people don't want, or the thin shirts made of rough linen.

"Bang!"

The young man with narrow eyes suddenly bumped into another middle-aged man, and the two fell to the ground together.

"Don't you have eyes?" The middle-aged man cursed, stood up and patted his leather coat, and then carefully checked whether there was any damage on the clothes, and then continued to curse.

"How can you bump into someone when the road is so wide? You are not a pariah who just came from the slums!"

The young man smiled apologetically, bowed his head and said: "Sorry, big brother, I was in a hurry, I'm sorry..."

The middle-aged man glared at him with his eyes, adjusted his leather coat, and then strode away past the young man.

A sneer appeared on the young man's apologetic face, and then he went directly into the dark alley nearby, and checked the harvest this time with the faint light in the distance.

"Poor bastard, why are you pretending to be a noble lord? It's only 7 copper coins..."

The young man muttered, and then poured the copper coins into his leather jacket, which probably had a small bag sewn inside.

"Good harvest."

SuddenlySuddenly, a voice came into the young man's ears.

His hair stood on end. The person who spoke was very close to him. There was no doubt that this sentence was spoken to him.

"You, what do you want to do?!"

The young man did not dare to look back, and spoke to the person behind him in fear. In this world where people eat each other, it would be fine if you can't see the other person's appearance. If you see something you shouldn't see, you may be killed.

"Relax, I just want to ask something."

It seems to be asking for information.

Hearing this, the young man's hanging heart relaxed a little, and then said: "You can ask anything, I, Med, know a lot about intelligence."

"Where is the nearest tavern?"

The voice asked gently, as if it was a very good friend of his.

"Haha, do you want to have a couple of drinks? I'll treat you. The ginger beer at the 'Old Friend' tavern tastes great. You only need half a copper coin to have a nice drink..."

"Location."

The voice interrupted Med's endless chatter and uttered two words coldly. The voice made Med feel like he was falling into an ice cave, and he accurately and quickly said the specific address.

"The location is No. 26, Third Street."

...

Su Miao sorted out the newly acquired leather jacket and then walked out of the dark alley. Although this kind of jacket is a little bloated, it is indeed a very good warm clothing in the Losman continent that is about to enter winter.

"There are still many good people in this world..."

Su Miao sighed so much. There are still many good people in this world. Seeing that he was dressed simply, he gave him a warm leather jacket directly. Seeing that he had no money, he stuffed all his belongings in his pocket to Su Miao, which made Su Miao a little embarrassed.

In return, Su Miao let this friend named Med lie on the ground and sleep happily.

For some reason, Su Miao always felt like he was in the main city when he walked on the street. The streets and houses here were designed to be large. Although it was night, there were not many people coming and going.

After carefully recalling the introduction of the dungeon, Su Miao remembered that this place, like the main city, had been "recruited". Nearly half of the strong labor force was sent to the western border to fight against the "Phantom".