I can identify everything, but the level is increased by one

Outside Peace Serenity City, a camp for displaced people.

The biting wind of the twelfth lunar month; the harsh winter was deadly.

Inside the tattered tent, riddled with patches like a patchwork garment and leaking air from every seam, the cold wind whistled through the cracks, sending a shiver through the dozen or so occupants, jolting them awake.

Su Han wearily opened his eyes, bloodshot and filled with question marks. He was hallucinating again. He rubbed his eyes, and the hallucination disappeared. He tried to tighten the ragged burlap clothes around his body, but it was no use; the cold remained, and his emaciated body trembled uncontrollably.

"Old Zhang has frozen to death!" A cry of alarm.

The dozen or so displaced people looked to the right, where an elderly man of about fifty or sixty lay on a tattered straw mat, his upper body bare, his clothes scattered beside him. A smile was on his face, but he was frozen stiff.

The words 'hallucination of heat' flashed through Su Han's mind.

As a transmigrator, he still retained some knowledge.

As the human body is about to freeze to death, the brain will give up on self-preservation, relax the blood vessels, and allow warm blood to flow into the limbs, creating the illusion of the body being hot, making people want to take off their clothes.

Most people averted their gaze, expressionless.

Since the onset of winter, people had been freezing and starving to death every day, and they had long grown numb. Perhaps it would be their turn tomorrow.

But a few people became excited.

They muttered:

"Good, it's good that he's dead."

"That old man was always meddling in other people's business."

"Now there's meat to eat, hehe, we'll have meat soup today."

These people's eyes gleamed with a green light. Their bodies were emaciated, and their faces were twisted, like hungry ghosts from hell. Su Han felt a chill in his heart. If things continued like this, he would become meat on their table.

A gurgling sound came from his stomach.

He hadn't eaten in a long time, and his stomach was empty. The extreme hunger surged up like a tide, washing over his brain and making him want to retch. His body was weak, and he couldn't even lift a hand.

If he didn't eat something, he would surely die!

Carefully, warily, he took out a tattered cloth包 from his bosom and unwrapped it. Inside was a small piece of dead dough cake that had long been frozen cold and hard, mixed with an unknown amount of dirt.

Without water, he had to lower his head and nibble at it, little by little.

It was cold, hard, and mixed with the earthy smell of dirt. If you closed your eyes, it would be no different from eating dirt. Every now and then, there were a few small stones that almost broke his teeth.

Think of good things.

In the past, during the cold winter months, the outside was covered in silver, with snow falling everywhere. He would be in a room with the heating on, eating hot pot and singing songs, with the steam rising… and then he suddenly transmigrated!

With each bite, he recalled the delicacies and warmth of his previous life, but now, in this freezing cold, with inadequate clothing and insufficient food, sorrow arose from within, and tears of bitterness flowed unconsciously. By the time he had finished eating, his face was covered in tears.

After a moment, he wiped away his tears and regained his composure.

Life had to go on. He treated it as washing his face.

He glanced to the right; the corpse was already gone.

He had once heard Old Zhang talk about his experiences.

He had been a teacher, and the children he taught were all well-behaved and obedient. Every morning, they would say, 'Good morning, teacher.' Whenever he mentioned these things, Old Zhang would always smile.

But now, everything had been submerged in the cold wave of the Northern Border.

He shook his head, suppressing the thoughts back into his heart.

Now he had to plan for the future. To maintain the most basic of life, he had eaten the last of his food and lost his last guarantee, just like those hungry ghosts.

If he wanted to continue living, he would have to become a ghost himself.

But as a transmigrator, the values formed over ten years in his previous life did not allow him to do so, and he did not want to do so. Even if he died, he wanted to die as a human, not transformed into a ghost.

Then there was only one path to survival he could choose.

At a familiar time, the rumbling sound of horses' hooves rang out outside the camp, and the green eyes of the hungry people inside immediately lit up, as if they had seen hope. They wrapped themselves in tattered clothes and ran into the snowy world.

They were probably just doing this to prevent the displaced people from becoming desperate and attacking the city, causing unrest. They were only giving the displaced people unrealistic hope, and the portions were far from enough.

Even if they ran fast and were lucky enough to get a bowl,

they would be targeted by other displaced people if they were alone and weak, and in the end, they would lose both the person and the porridge, creating a few more bowls of meat porridge. Su Han had seen many such examples in the few days since he had transmigrated.

He looked to the other side of the open space.

There was a group of riders, armed with knives and armor, their expressions serious and arrogant. The aura of austerity they exuded made many displaced people afraid to approach, and they could only watch from afar, eager to make a move.

Among them, a scar-faced man dressed as a bodyguard shouted loudly, like a lion's roar, stirring up circles of sound waves that caused the snowflakes on the surrounding snow to roll and fall, deafeningly.

"Listen up, it's almost the New Year, and the manor is short of manpower. Today, my master's compassionate heart has been moved again, and he is giving you displaced people another chance to live. Sell your lives for money and food, and become slaves of my house."

"Those who are tall and strong, or who have a skill, can sign up!"

Su Han's heart trembled. Could this be a martial artist?

In his predecessor's memory, martial artists could break bricks and split rocks, tear tigers and leopards apart with their bare hands, and even fight against thousands of troops. He had thought that this was just a product of memory embellishment, but now it seemed that this was not the case.

Martial artists actually had such exaggerated martial power.

If he had such power, wouldn't he be free to roam the world?

His eyes became brighter and brighter, but soon they dimmed again.

Right now, these things were still too far away from him.

At the moment, he needed to survive, to sell himself to redeem his life!

From the perspective of his previous life, this was absolutely unacceptable.

At the same time, selling himself as a slave meant that his personal freedom and life and death were no longer under his control. If the master wanted to kill you, he could kill you with any excuse, and the government would not even ask about it.

This was an extremely sad existence!

But this godforsaken world did not allow people to live.

Slaves were still half human, but displaced people were no longer human.

In an emergency, he had to act according to the circumstances. He had no choice but to do so.

Surviving was far more important than many other things.

But he vowed in his heart that he must never sink into this.

As soon as the scar-faced man finished speaking, the displaced people quickly rushed forward to sign up. Even if they were selling themselves as slaves, it was much better to be able to eat than to stay in the icy and snowy wilderness outside the city.

Outside the city was hell, inside the city was heaven!

Unfortunately, most of the hungry people were already skin and bones, and their bodies were basically not tall. Those with a skill were even rarer in the ancient world. In a short while, the vast majority of people were brushed down.

Only a few were successfully sold, and their ragged clothes were exchanged for complete, comfortable, and warm clothes, which aroused the envy of everyone.

Even before the disaster, his predecessor was not considered too tall, at most he looked delicate and had some beauty, but now he had been hungry for a long time, his cheeks were thin and yellow, and his beauty had long since disappeared.

But fortunately, otherwise his ass would have been long gone.

Su Han took a deep breath, walked up, and said calmly:

"I want to sell myself. I know a little about medicine and can be a medicine boy."

He wanted to take the channel of having a skill.

People who understood medicine were talented people in any world.

"Oh? Boy, you know medicine?"

An old man with white hair and dressed in green walked over from behind the riders. The scar-faced man bowed, "Apothecary Li."

"Mm."

Apothecary Li nodded, looked Su Han up and down, his body thin, his cheeks yellow, his hair as messy as a chicken coop, only his eyes were extremely agile and energetic, unlike the numbness of other hungry people.

"Interesting, then eat this pill and see."

He poured out a black pill from the gourd he carried with him.

Su Han was slightly stunned, what's going on?

Why didn't he test his medicine knowledge, but asked him to try the medicine?

His frozen red nose moved slightly, and he could smell a pungent and strange stench emanating from the pill, like the smell of a garbage can produced by the fermentation of dirt that had not been cleaned for a few days, making people want to vomit.

His heart trembled, this medicine might be bad, poisonous!

He really understood some medicine, medicine was not like other things, if he ate it wrong, it might really kill him immediately, and he would die directly!

What to do?

If he ate this pill, he might die.

But if he didn't eat it, he would die in a few days.

Staring at the pill, he blinked his eyes.

Suddenly, he found three more question marks on the pill——"???"

A voice that was the same as his own suddenly sounded in his mind.

"Identification successful."

"Failed poisonous Tiger Bone Pill, start upgrading."

The three question marks in front of him suddenly turned into a few lines of information:

【Dragon Tiger Great Medicine: A precious medicine refined for eighty-one days, containing the power of a dragon and a tiger, taking it can wash the blood and strengthen the body, with the opportunity to cultivate the Dragon Tiger Martial Body.】

【Remaining upgrade times: 0】

【Times are refreshed daily, the upper limit can be increased.】