What the hell is the "kill line" when you're in America?

Li Ang swallowed the last bite of the sandwich, feeling a long-lost sense of fullness in his stomach.

He's much more energetic now.

His gaze lingered on the system.

[Magic Points: 15]

[Exchangeable Skill: Photographic Memory (Beginner), Costs 15 Magic Points]

Li Ang's thoughts were entirely focused on the skill of "photographic memory".

His magic points are enough to fully redeem this skill.

But the actual use of this skill...

He kept weighing the pros and cons, knowing that magic points could only be obtained by completing tasks.

Immortal magic is unreliable, and the demonic points required for mastering martial arts are too distant.

Having a photographic memory is actually a greater help to him now.

He pondered for a moment.

Without further hesitation, he instantly cleared his fifteen magic points to zero.

[Exchange successful. Skill acquired: Photographic Memory (Beginner)]

A cool sensation spread from between my brows and into my mind.

Every detail he saw while disposing of the body, the outline of half of Victor's face peeking out from under his mask, and even every stroke on the simple map Jerome drew.

Everything became incredibly clear in his mind; he could even retrieve and magnify all the images at will.

This feeling isn't bad.

Information is also an important part. Li Ang put the key back in his pocket, stood up, and dusted himself off.

He needs to go find Jerome.

When Li Ang found Jerome, he was squatting at the door of the RV, sanding a wooden pony he had found. Anna was sitting on a small stool next to him, watching quietly.

Jerome paused for a moment when he saw Li Ang approaching.

"Oh my God, you're alive!"

"Did I disappoint you?" Li Ang said calmly.

"No." Jerome shook his head, handed the wooden pony to Anna, walked up to Leon, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "I'm glad you're still alive."

Li Ang glanced at Anna, who was playing with a rocking horse nearby, but didn't say anything.

He took out three hundred dollars from his pocket and handed it over.

Jerome stared at the stack of money, stunned.

"you……"

"You deserve it," Li Ang said. "You provided the information."

Jerome didn't take it immediately; he looked up at Li Ang and asked, "Finished the work?"

"It's done."

"They...didn't give you any trouble?"

Do I look like I've been upset?

Jerome silently took the money, counted out one hundred and fifty dollars, and handed it back to Leon.

"We agreed on 30%, I can't take more than that."

Li Ang did not take it, his gaze fixed on Anna before finally settling back on Jerome.

"The extra 150 is for you to help me find out information."

Jerome looked up.

"I want to know everything about the number '42'."

"In Seattle, or the surrounding area, anywhere related to this number," Li Ang said calmly, "self-storage companies, bank safe deposit boxes, pawn shop lockers, even the storage room number in some abandoned factory."

Jerome frowned.

"42? That's too big a range, man. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Then let's get it." Li Ang's tone left no room for argument. "Your information network is wider than mine. You'll always know something about those homeless people and thieves."

Jerome sighed. "It will take time and money to grease palms."

"That $150 is the deposit," Li Ang said. "I need to get the news as soon as possible."

Jerome looked at the money in his hand, then at Li Ang, and finally nodded.

I tried my best.

"Hey!" Jerome called out to him, "Where do you live now?"

"There's a place to stay."

"Let's not stay in the shelter anymore. Let's find a place to pitch a tent. It's safer outside," Jerome reminded Leon.

"I know."

Jerome, for some reason, said to Leon, "Sorry, buddy."

Li Ang was somewhat surprised and didn't understand why Jerome apologized to him.

Jerome scratched his head and said, "Sorry about last time, buddy."

Li Ang understood that he was apologizing for the $20 he had been extorted from him last time.

He looked at Jerome, then at Anna who was holding the rocking horse not far away.

He simply smiled and replied, "Take good care of Anna."

After saying that, Li Ang left.

Jerome watched his retreating figure disappear around the street corner, clutching the money in his hand.

He looked back at his daughter Anna, his eyes softening with tenderness, and carefully folded the money before putting it into his inner pocket.

With this money, Anna can hold on for a little longer.

......

Li Ang did not leave the neighborhood immediately.

He found a fast food restaurant, ordered the cheapest coffee, and sat by the window.

He still knows too little about this area.

From memory, this is King County, where Seattle is located, on the 12th block.

But there wasn't a single luxury car in sight, not even what America looked like in his memory.

Tents are set up everywhere along the roadside, and the streets are filled with homeless people.

Where have all the rich gone?

All sorts of people are gathering and crowding together.

If you walk a little further south, you'll reach a market where you should have more things to buy.

But this place is just too terrible. I wonder how my family is doing on the other side of the ocean.

He picked up his coffee and took a sip; the bitter coffee went down his throat.

Some of the emotions have been dispelled; at least we're back from that damned world of cultivation, aren't we?

Li Ang was trying to comfort himself.

Suddenly, the system's voice rang in his mind.

Why is this place inhabited only by wanderers like ants, yet devoid of any trace of those who live in luxury?

[Task objective: Locate the market town]

[Task Reward: +1 freely allocable attribute points, +10 magic points]

Li Ang raised an eyebrow.

Is going to the market considered a task?

And the rewards are quite substantial.

He glanced out the window; to the south, the crowds seemed even denser.

Pike Place Market—he'd seen that name on Officer Gordon's phone.

Li Ang stood up and drank the rest of his coffee in one gulp.

Whatever seems strange, just go and see for yourself.

As you walk south from the 12th block, the streetscape changes noticeably.

The number of tents has gradually decreased, but there is still a lot of graffiti on the walls.

Compared to the previous neighborhood, there are now many more shops and apartments that look relatively normal.

But the bleak and oppressive atmosphere in the air did not diminish in the slightest.

Pedestrians continued their hurried pace, their faces showing wariness and aloofness.

After walking for about a few minutes, Li Ang arrived at Pike Place Market.

[Task: Locate the Marketplace (Completed)]

[Gain +1 freely distributable attribute points and +10 magic points]

This is Parker Market.

It was packed with people, much more lively than the 12th block.

But as Li Ang swept his gaze across the crowd, a killing line appeared above the heads of everyone present.

This place is full of "low-lying" species, and even more so of "endangered" species.

Groups of people gathered together, just like in the 12th block.

Some people were gesturing wildly, while many others were bending their spines, creating an eerie atmosphere.

This scene made Li Ang feel extremely uncomfortable.

His photographic memory allows him to clearly capture every detail.

They were like people who had lost their souls.

Could demonic cultivators really exist? Are there other cultivators who, like him, traveled back in time?

Hey, bro.

A voice called out to Li Ang.