When Zhou Ming regained consciousness, he found himself standing on a street.

This was the second time he had experienced this kind of cross-world teleportation, but unlike the first time, there was no experience of falling asleep and waking up, and there was not even the separation from the world like last time.

He just appeared directly in this world, and the whole process was silky.

Zhou Ming looked around.

A bluestone-paved road is about the width of two horse-drawn carriages running side by side, and along the street are shops, dining halls, teahouses, and bathhouses, with kimono girls coming and going, geisha with their hair coiled high, samurai with swords at their waists, and vendors carrying goods......

In the bustling flow of people, Zhou Ming, who was dressed in a way that was incompatible with the surrounding environment, stood quietly on the side of the street, but did not attract the slightest strange glance from the people around him.

While Zhou Ming was looking at his surroundings, the main god had already stuffed the information into his mind.

[Tosho island country, moonlight era. Momonosuke Nohara, the lord of the kingdom who had ruled the world for twenty years, felt that the end was approaching, so he summoned the daimyo of the whole country and announced that he would inherit the throne. 】

[However, his request for passing on to the world is not an heir, not a retainer, nor how much wealth a certain daimyo has or how many samurai he has. 】

[He wants to see the battle and blood of the samurai with superb martial arts all over the world. 】

[He wants to aspire to the daimyo in the world, bring the samurai who think he is the best in the world, and kill each other as agents of the daimyo.] 】

[The final, strongest samurai in the world, the daimyo represented by it will be the heir of this world.] 】

[This is the game of a country lord, a tyrant, and a demon king before he dies.] 】

[Mission Mode: Solo Survival.] 】

[Mission 1: Participate in the world's first samurai tournament.] Join any of the Daimyo within 10 days and get a place to participate in the world's first samurai tournament. Earn 1000 bonus points. 3,000 bonus points will be deducted for failure to complete the mission. 】

[Mission 2: Eliminate the Daimyo.] Each Daimyo who is disqualified from competing for the throne receives 100 bonus points. 】

[Mission 3: Win the name of the world's first samurai.] Earn 3000 bonus points. 】

[At the end of the first samurai meeting of the day, this mission will end and return to the main god space.] 】

[Special buff for the novice period: Cold weapon lv2, only for this mission.] 】

[Special Reward for the Beginner Period: Every time you defeat a samurai in a martial arts duel, you will receive some of their martial arts experience.] 】

[There is no identity information arrangement in this world, and the appearance of the reincarnator has obtained a certain degree of camouflage! ] Mission begins! 】

After carefully appreciating the content of this mission, it took a while for Zhou Ming to come back to his senses.

He already knew the background of the world, and there was nothing surprising about it. There are three missions he cares about, only task 1 has a failure penalty and the punishment is not severe, and the other two missions only have a reward.

In other words, even if Zhou Ming doesn't do the three tasks, at most 3,000 reward points will be deducted, and he will not be directly wiped out by the main god, unless Zhou Ming's reward points become negative.

Although he knew that the novice tasks in the first three games, the main god's requirements for reincarnators were very lenient, but to this extent, it was still a little unexpected for Zhou Ming.

"However, although it is not mandatory, as a reincarnation, I will definitely work hard to complete the task in order to get more reward points."

The tasks assigned by the main god will become more and more difficult, and skipping classes will only make the reincarnator lack the reward points to strengthen, and he will inevitably struggle more and more in the future, until he dies in a certain mission.

"Well, although I will definitely participate in the main quest, but with such loose conditions, it would be a waste not to operate it well!"

Zhou Ming touched his chin and laughed.

"Hey! Boy, what are you laughing at! Didn't you hear Ben-sama calling you? ”

A rough voice exploded in his ears, interrupting Zhou Ming's thoughts, and he couldn't help but sweep towards the owner of the voice with some disgust.

"Bastard! What kind of eyes are you! Damn imp, do you look down on me! ”

A samurai with a funny moon head and clogs on his feet, his face was flushed, he looked drunk, and shouted at Zhou Ming excitedly.

Before he figured out the surrounding environment, Zhou Ming didn't want to cause trouble and cause trouble, so he said in a calm tone as much as possible: "Get out." ”

"You bastard!"

The warrior's blood suddenly surged, and under the anger of the sake, he immediately drew his sword and aimed it at Zhou Ming with the strength of the wine.

"Dare to treat a samurai like this, which dojo are you, and who is your teacher? Say it! ”

Zhou Ming sighed, why are these warriors so short-tempered? Why can't we have a good chat with a calm heart? Is it reasonable to draw a knife if you don't agree with each other?

Although Zhou Ming is not a good-tempered person, but seeing that the other party looked excited as if he was about to cut it in the next moment, he could only suppress his emotions and said with a thoughtful greeting: "It's noisy, can't you roll to the side by yourself?" ”

"Ahh Die! The samurai's eyes were red, and he raised his katana and slashed at Zhou Ming's head.

Bite!

There was a crunch.

The samurai's arms were raised in mid-air, and the whole person fell into a stupor.

Only half of the katana he held in his hand remained, and the other half spun in mid-air, drawing an arc and landing on the ground, making a crisp sound of "choking".

He looked at the long knife in Zhou Ming's hand that was by no means a katana-style in his hand, and it was this knife that cut his katana effortlessly just now.

"You, what kind of knife are you?"

The samurai asked a little unwillingly.

As a samurai, it was a great humiliation to have his weapon cut off, and the only thing he hoped for now was that he would only lose to the weapon, not be inferior to others.

Zhou Ming raised his eyebrows, and immediately said, "What, I've endured it step by step, and you still refuse to let me go, and you still want to grab my knife?" It's too much of a deception! ”

He sent it away, so fast that the samurai didn't even see it, and the blade had stabbed into his neck.

"It's a pity that this knife killed you, but, hmph, sure enough, mosquitoes still have to be killed in the quietest."

With a slight pull, there was not a trace of blood on the blade of the Edelman alloy knife.

Put the knife into the sheath.

A trace of martial arts experience appeared out of thin air in his mind, and was gradually digested and absorbed by Zhou Ming.

"Takeuchi cut off the flow of water? Is this his school of practice? ”

Zhou Ming carefully experienced the martial arts experience provided by this samurai who he didn't even know the name.

Unlike the previous one, the killers have a lot of combat experience and are not limited to marksmanship. Firearms, explosives, assassinations, poisoning, and so on, there is a lot of knowledge in combat experience.

The martial arts experience of the samurai is mainly reflected in its sword skills, and the different martial arts schools, although they have their own characteristics, belong to the category of cold weapons after all, which can be described as specialized and refined.

"Murder!"

As the warrior fell, the peddlers and pawns around him erupted in screams, and the crowd, who had been afraid to approach because the two of them had drawn their swords, fled farther away in panic.

However, in the crowd, there were several men dressed as samurai who squeezed in against the flow of people, yelling with angry faces.

"Oda!"

"Bastard, where did you come from, a samurai, to dare to kill people in the street!"

"Damn bastard, bullying us Takeuchi no one is running off the water! Draw your sword! ”

Before several warriors approached, they had already drawn their swords one after another, obviously not wanting to give Zhou Ming a chance to react, and planned to directly hack him to death.

"In broad daylight, cutting people on the street, the world is so chaotic?"

"Alas, people in troubled times are not as good as dogs in prosperous times, this kind of dangerous situation, even I can only protect myself!"

A faint sadness appeared on Zhou Ming's face, a pistol slipped from the cuff into his hand, and he raised his hand to send three bullets into the eyebrows of the three people who rushed up.

If necessary, he can even squeeze out a few tears to set the mood and add a touch of beauty to the sadness on his face.

A wanderer who is cold on the outside, but full of infinite tenderness in his heart, weeps while killing, thinking about that scene, how beautiful.

It's a pity that no one appreciates it.

In the deafening gunshot, the three people leaned back in unison and fell to the stone floor, splashing blood on the ground in the flying dust, like red lotus flowers blooming, bewitching and moving.

There was only the last person left, who was originally at the rear, and when the knife was only halfway drawn, he saw the people in front of him fall one after another, and he was so frightened that he woke up on the spot.

"This world can use guns, good news, thermal weapons can come in handy, and my survivability has been greatly improved."

"I didn't gain martial arts experience, so I can use a gun to protect myself, but I can't make a profit. Well, what you pay is what you get, in line with the equivalent exchange option. I don't know if it works with Gu worms? ”

Zhou Ming put away the gun, nodded, completed a simple test, got some conclusions, and some questions needed to be further verified.

What is the level of technology in this world? Are there any thermal weapons and used in practice? Is there any supernatural power? Is there any such thing as a ghost? These are questions that must be clarified for his survival.

"Hey, where are you going!"

At this time, the warrior who had escaped by luck was trembling and preparing to escape, when Zhou Ming suddenly stopped him with a loud voice, and his legs suddenly weakened with fright, and he fell directly to the ground.

"Don't kill me, sir! I had absolutely no intention of offending you just now, spare my dog's life! I still have an 80-year-old mother at home......"

The warrior wailed and kowtowed to Zhou Ming.

"I think you should be less than thirty years old, and your wife is eighty years old?"

Zhou Ming stepped forward and kicked the warrior to the ground, and scolded: "Don't you take the honor of the warrior very seriously, why are you so cowardly?" Stand up for me! ”

"Great, my lord, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

This warrior didn't know if he was frightened or born timid, Zhou Ming asked him to stand up, he didn't dare to stand, got up from the ground and continued to kowtow to Zhou Ming like pounding garlic, begging for mercy in his mouth.

"It's a nuisance." Zhou Ming impatiently stepped on the warrior's back, stretched out his hand and pointed at him, urging the second turn of the Ecstasy Gu.

This is one of Zhou Ming's set of two-turn soul path Gu worms, and its effect is to confuse other people's minds, as if being hypnotized, and the marionette generally obeys him.

Soon, the samurai's eyes became blurred, he ate and giggled, and his movements gradually stopped, and his whole body swayed, as if sleepwalking.