"Demon Power: 10".

This was an extra surge of energy that appeared out of nowhere in his body after he learned the Demon Hand technique. At the same time, a detailed skill description appeared in his mind, instructing him on how to control the energy within his body to release a demon hand that reached forward and grasped.

The base release is 2 points, and 1 point of demonic power is restored every five minutes. When the demonic power is 0, it can be forcibly released by consuming mental energy. When the mental energy is 0, the user will enter a near-death state.

Two points of demonic power can summon a demonic hand roughly the size of his palm; every additional two points will enlarge the demonic hand by one size.

The maximum release distance is no more than 30 centimeters, and there is no release cooldown.

Compared to the other three skills whose specific data was unknown, Lin Feng had no regrets about the skill he obtained in exchange for its 'name'. He was familiar with these skills; by comparing the original skills with the descriptions of the Demon Hand, he could guess their general nature.

The air slash requires the use of a giant weapon and sufficient strength. Even if his current body could use it, he probably wouldn't be able to perform it more than a few times.

Tiger attacks require strength and, more importantly, extremely high physical fitness.

As for the slow healing, it's likely a special skill similar to the Demon Hand, providing a small amount of divine power, but unfortunately, it's not suitable for him right now. Alternatively, he could discard some unknown element and continue the trade, but the demonic power prominently present within him isn't game data and could potentially conflict with divine power.

But what else of value does he possess?

After he had processed the information about the Demon Hand, Jeda sprinkled some salt on the roasted venison and handed it to Lin Feng.

Having obtained what he wanted, Jeda's gaze became extremely calm. He quickly finished another skewer of roasted venison, and without even eating it, he took a leather scroll from his pocket and tossed it to Lin Feng before turning and leaving the campfire.

Lin Feng's eyes flickered as he picked up the scroll, untied the rope on it, and brought the scroll close to the firelight.

The map reads "Elwyn Line". On the left is a dark forest with towering trees, on the right are normal trees, below is a group of houses resembling ruins, and above are several blood-red skulls.

A dotted line runs through the trees on the right, one end connecting to the ruins and the other end reaching the edge of the map.

Judging from the situation, the ruins are where he is, and the dotted line is likely the path to another area, but that has nothing to do with him anymore.

After filling his stomach, Lin Feng bypassed the tent where Jeda was resting and began to wander around the surrounding buildings with a torch.

With a sliver of hope that he might find a bargain, he pushed open the doors to several treehouses.

The rooms here are covered in dust. One of the larger treehouses is exactly the same as Celia's room in my memory, but the walls and door frames are rotten and dilapidated, and it looks like it hasn't been maintained for decades.

Is Celia gone?

He could ask the resting clergyman, but this unequal conversation would clearly come at a new price.

They continued to open several long-sealed copper chests, rummaged through a pile of smelly clothes, and suddenly heard the sound of iron falling to the ground.

Dropping the clothes in his hands, Lin Feng looked down and saw a dagger lying next to the box.

A name suddenly popped into view.

"Ladies' Dagger"

It was a slender, diamond-shaped dagger, slightly longer than the palm of one's hand. There were no signs of rust. The hilt was curved, and the guard was wrapped with strips of cloth. At first glance, the dagger's threatening nature was proportional to its appearance.

Lin Feng held the dagger in his palm. The weapon was just right for his strength; anything larger would be difficult to carry.

Lin Feng glanced at the old clothes on the ground, picked out a few pieces of linen or similar garments, and then wrapped some broken wooden planks around his arm.

"Simple protective gear"

Seeing the notification flash by, Lin Feng smiled to himself.

This protective gear, made of two wooden planks, only becomes truly effective when water is sprinkled on it.

Just as he was about to continue his search, several crisp cracking sounds rang out outside the treehouse.

Lin Feng hurriedly bent down and forcefully pressed the torch in his hand into the soil in the corner of the wall to extinguish it.

Listening closely, he noticed that the night, which should have been deathly silent, was now filled with the sounds of footsteps rubbing against the grass, gradually amplifying in his ears.

Lin Feng cautiously approached the treehouse door and peeked out through the crack with one eye.

"Goblin"

In the firelight, the silhouettes of three short, thin green goblins were revealed.

Hungry eyes, drooling mouths, and thorny, spiked clubs trailing behind them—they stepped out of the darkness, approaching the enticing aroma of venison by the campfire.

They wore no protective gear, with only tattered strips of cloth around their waists to cover their ugliness. Compared to the wooden barrels and stone pillars around them, they were about 1.1 meters tall when standing upright.

Lin Feng could vaguely see the goblin's hideous scars.

'So what if it's the weakest monster? They can still kill you.' Shifting his gaze from the goblins, Lin Feng's eyes turned to the unusually calm clergy tent. After hesitating several times, he finally stepped out of the treehouse, his feet barely touching the ground.

He wasn't sure how strong the goblins actually were in combat. If he were to take the initiative, he would have to inflict fatal wounds on two goblins in a short time before he could deal with the last one.

This also allows him to make an initial assessment of his task.

Crawling around to the goblin's back, Lin Feng inadvertently saw the priest's motionless tent again. The last shred of hope vanished from his mind, leaving only utter silence.

At this moment, three goblins came to the edge of the campfire. By the firelight, Lin Feng could see their faces clearly, and he could see that their dark eyes were completely filled with the aroma of venison.

Let's get started!

The opportunity was fleeting. Just as the goblins were about to reach out, Lin Feng suddenly stepped forward and swiftly thrust out the lady's dagger in his right hand, leaving a bleeding hole in the neck of the middle goblin.

Demonic Power -6!

In the instant the force shifted, Lin Feng twisted his body, his tiger eyes flashing through the firelight. He opened a huge demonic hand and grabbed at the goblin's head on the left, while his body lunged to the other side.

This was an attack he had rehearsed in his mind several times: kill one, control one, and then go all out to kill the other.

Demon Power -4!

A new demonic hand emerges.

Snap!

Flames rose behind Lin Feng, and the dead goblin fell beside the campfire. The demonic hand in front of him grabbed the wooden club that the goblin was holding.

As expected yet unexpected, seeing the attack blocked, Lin Feng did not hesitate. He raised his arm, which was wrapped in his clothes, to block the goblin's outstretched hand, and with his other hand, he extended a lurking dagger, leaving a bloody hole in the goblin's throat.

There's only one left.

After succeeding, Lin Feng quickly turned around, his whole body tense.

However, just as he was gathering his mental energy to unleash the demonic hand to stop the goblin, it was enveloped by a giant demonic hand that descended from the sky, slamming its entire body to the ground.

A surge of air caused the earth to tremble, the campfire was blown out of control, and Lin Feng, who was standing close by, almost fell over.

Click!

A giant demonic hand churned on the ground.

"Clap clap clap!"

The sound of bones cracking and applause rang out in succession. The priest Jeda clapped his hands and emerged from the darkness, praising in a voice several tones higher: "Such nimble skills, most people can't do that."

Lin Feng's eyes widened in terror. He gritted his teeth, lowered his head, picked up the goblin club at his feet, and smashed it on the head of the goblin that wasn't quite dead yet.

Bang bang bang! Only when the goblins on the ground turned into his nightmare points did he loosen his clenched teeth, gather his breath, and say, "I just want to live."

Jeda blinked. Lin Feng's strong will to survive surprised him. Although everyone who entered this space was unwilling to die, very few were so resolute.

"Hehehe... I suddenly regret only asking for your name." Jeda shook his head regretfully and walked back to the tent. The deal was done, unless the other party was willing to give something more, but would the other party do that?

Silence returned to the campfire, the flames were covered by soil, leaving only a few embers, and the goblin's corpse was dragged into the forest.

Lin Feng wrapped the remaining venison in a few tattered clothes and hid it inside the treehouse. He then found another treehouse with a sturdier door frame and lay down inside alone.

The night here is so quiet that you can hear the wind rustling through the grass outside. The moonlight shining into the treehouse seems so unsafe at this moment, and even a wisp of air blowing by sounds like the breath of an unknown creature.

It wasn't until late at night that Lin Feng, whose head was slightly throbbing, finally fell into a deep sleep.