Chapter 9

Super Debt Collection System

Host: Long Ritian

Debt points: 0

Merit points: 0.51

Repayment: 0/10000 (term: 19 days)

Low Wu World: Ming Dynasty (Debt Point 1)

Gaowu World: Not Opened

Mythical World: The Return of the Great Sage of Journey to the West (merit points: 10)

Debt collection task: Ask Yan Song to return 10,000 taels of gold (the same treasure can also be used), reward: 100 taels of gold, 1 debt point; time: none.

Side quest: Survive the capital for one month, reward: You can bring an item back to the real world (except for living beings).

Items: none

"Yan Song, the only chief assistant in the history of the Ming Dynasty who has been in control of the cabinet for 20 years, the head of the traitor? Let me accept his account. Isn't that courting death?"

Long Ritian scolded his father in his heart, this task is no different from courting death. He is also a person who has read history. Even if this is the world of film and television, it is a little different from reality, but it is not too big.

"Forget it, think of a way to survive here first."

Long Ritian glanced at it and saw the main road. Since it was daytime, there were more carriages.

Then he walked to the main road.

But his clothes made those who drove carts and horses turn their heads to watch, and at this time Long Ritian realized the feeling of a 100% return rate.

After walking for a few minutes, he saw the tall city wall, and there was a group of soldiers stationed under the city gate, and everyone who came in and out had to read it.

This made Long Ritian stop. He didn't know if he could bring a weapon in. If he couldn't, he might be arrested. The current Ming Dynasty is a period of war.

After hesitating for a while, he fell into the woods next to him again.

"Find a way to get in."

When he was thinking about how to get in, he suddenly saw a middle-aged man in a robe fertilizing the tree in front of him, and suddenly thought of a way.

Then he sneaked over.

"People on TV will faint if they are knocked on the neck, so how hard should I use? If the force is too low, it will be discovered if they are not knocked out, so try harder!"

Long Ritian thought to himself.

"I'm sorry big brother, I'll lend you some clothes."

He meditated to the middle-aged man, and then slashed with a knife.

"Boom..."

As the faucet stopped, the middle-aged man fell to the ground.

"Gollum..."

Long Ritian swallowed nervously, then took off the middle-aged man's clothes.

Ming Dynasty clothes have buttons, unlike the scholar's robe, which is divided into tops and bottoms, so it is easier to take off.

"Um?"

Long Ritian stopped and put his hand nervously on the middle-aged man's left chest.

"No... no heartbeat..."

He sat on the ground in fright, took a few steps back, and murmured in a panic.

"I killed... I killed..."

Long Ritian was panicked and at a loss. As a senior in high school, he had never injured anyone, but now he actually killed someone, which made him not afraid.

After a while, he didn't panic so much, but he was still very nervous, gritted his teeth, slowly approached the middle-aged man, and continued to take off his clothes.

A few minutes later, Long Ritian finished changing his clothes, stuffed his clothes into the bag, and put the knife in the bag and carried it behind him.

Then pretended to be calm and walked towards the city gate.

"Stop... what's in your bag?" a soldier called to him.

Sure enough, it was stopped!

Long Ritian's heart tightened, but he still held up a smiling face and looked at the soldier.

"My lord, this is a special product of our place. I want to come to the capital to sell some money and go back to marry a wife."

Then he took out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his bag, took out one, and handed it to the soldier.

The soldier glanced curiously, and involuntarily put it in his mouth, and Long Ritian helped light the fire.

They were surprised to see that the lighter actually caught fire.

The soldier took a sharp inhalation, and a fluttering feeling came, and a mouthful of smoke spewed out.

"Zhang San, why is there smoke coming out of your mouth?" the soldiers beside him were surprised.

"It's okay, by the way, you can go and sell it well."

Zhang San took the cigarette and lighter in Long Ritian's hand and said to him with a smile.

"Thank you, everyone." Long Ritian quickly thanked him and walked into the city.

"Zhang San, let me try..."

"I also want…"

"I want to try"

Several soldiers flocked to Zhang San.