There are too many poor people like Tassie in the slums, dilapidated wooden houses, the smell of filth, and occasionally a few clumps clinging to the walls, and the materials picked up are more rubbish that the middle class doesn't want.

Before heading to the destination, Xu Qing still needs to make some preparations.

The 'Monta Village' in memory is located in a remote and barren mountain forest area, and needs to pass through a deserted primeval forest.

I don't know if the road leading to the outside world is covered by a landslide.

The Locke family used to live there, and the curse of the God's Well caused the village to change, leaving only the descendants of Tacsi and moving out of the village.

Xu Qing pried open the crack in the floor and took out an object covered with newspaper, linen, and mud.

At the very back is an iron box, and when you open it, you will be greeted by some banknotes and coins.

Kicked away the scorched and scrapped antenna pot in the courtyard.

The rain was dripping, moistening the earth, and making the thick clouds of the night sky a little denser and more oppressive.

Xu Qing followed the memory and walked out of the 'home'.

This amount of money was far from enough for him to complete the preparation of a food deal.

Passing through the cold and dark alleys, you can hear the moaning sound of some wooden houses along the way, and for the poor, in addition to sleeping, there is only the creation of man.

It's one of the few joys they have.

Between the seven turns and eight turns, the horizon gradually brightened.

A three-story concrete house, very different from the surrounding bungalows, with tattered signs hanging from poles and clanging in the cold wind.

The tall and thin figure standing at the door, wearing a linen windbreaker, holding an inferior cigarette, the diffuse smoke blended into the wind and rain, and a pair of narrow eyes stared at Xu Qing.

"I need a sum of money to use my property in the 13th arrondissement as a voucher."

Xu Qing said what he wanted.

There are also rules in the slums, and the building in front of you belongs to the station of a gang, which is responsible for collecting the security fee for the house.

As long as he is alive, he can always squeeze out some profits, unless he is willing to lie on the street in the wind and rain.

Property has a certain value, and gangs are selling homes to the poor and even taking out loans.

The interest rate is 60%, the term is three months, and if it is not paid, the property will be repossessed.

Xu Qing got a considerable amount of money.

A pair of cold eyes, staring at his back and blending into the darkness, the corners of his mouth cracked a slit and rose slightly.

I went back inside and made a phone call.

"Boss, the kid you brought to my attention three years ago is finally moving."

A hoarse voice came from the other end of the line.

"I've almost forgotten that if that's the case, I'm going to keep an eye on him and see what he's going to do."

Some of the gang members who were resting on the second and third floors also went down to the first floor, dressed in messy clothes, with their hair dyed green, cigarettes in their mouths, and dark skin, all of whom were Indians.

.......

Two days have passed.

Xu Qing used that money to eat and purchase some supplies.

Semi-automatic climbing ropes, long-term storage of dough cakes, salt powder, waterproof warm clothing, insect repellent water, multiple lighters, a long watermelon knife...... The most expensive is a tattered used car.

Thankfully, it can still be opened.

The money on his body is also consumed.

Xu Qing sat in a streetside restaurant on the slum trade street, eating chicken thighs and masala pork chop rice with poor hygiene conditions, and looked up at the sun in the sky, which was not very strong.

He decided to leave for the village of Monta today.

Out of preparedness, he anchored the current state and archived it.

[Hint: 1 Projection Coin has been consumed.] 】

Unfortunately, a single projection can only exist in one archive time state.

It took ten minutes to eat this filling food with difficulty.

Picking up the thick and heavy backpack, Xu Qing walked out of the store.

Parking is on the next street, a walk away.

However, before he could take a few steps, he was blocked by a group of gangsters with colorful hair.

The leader is the tall and thin figure who went through the real estate procedures for him a few days ago.

Those narrow eyes are very impressive.

"Looks like you're going to go far away, so let us know where you're going."

"After all, you owe us a lot of money to the Red Gang, and if the person is gone, where will I ask for this money."

There was a smile on Dogu's face, but no matter how he looked at it, he couldn't be kind, but with a fierce look.

Xu Qing: "......."

.......

Xu Qing took off his brain-computer helmet, picked up the Coke on the table next to the sofa and took a sip.

Again put water in the toilet.

The palm of his hand touched the cold water, patted his cheek, and became a little more conscious.

The handsome face reflected in the mirror, the black eyes with a little palpitation.

It's not very immersive either, and he almost thought he was really dead in the projection world.

The feeling of being beaten and punished is extremely real.

With just the first blow of the whip, he didn't hold back the pain and told all the information about the Well of God.

Who knows that this projection is myriad, and in the projection process, it takes 8 hours to meet reality before exiting.

The projected world also does not flow at the same rate as the real world.

From putting on the brain-computer helmet, until now, only about two hours have passed.

Subconsciously touched his neck.

The gang leader who got the information, that is, that Dogu, decisively gave him a knife.

Judging from the mocking and disdainful expression, it was obvious that he didn't believe what he said.

"Grass, I'm going to get these bastards to death."

Xu Qing's eyes were cold.

He has a good character that will be reciprocated.

.......

The novice copy of the main god space is not simple, at least Xu Qing did not expect that the danger will come from factors outside the god well.

Holding the chicken leg in his hand, the sauce of the masala is mixed together, and the rice grains on the plate in front of him are smoking, and the aroma is rich.

There were a few scattered figures sitting on the table and chairs in front.

The sunlight outside the store hits the threshold, reflecting a narrow shadow.

He returned to the dungeon world of the main god space.

[Hint: Consume projection coins x1, the archive bar has been successfully read, current projection coins: 98]

Xu Qing glanced at the traffic outside the hotel, and it was certain that those gang members had been staring at him all the time.

Once you get out, it's the end of the past.

Two fists are hard to reach four hands, he is not Sun Wukong, and he can't cut from Huaguo Mountain to Nantianmen with a watermelon knife.

There is also the fact that the difference in his physical strength and height is too far to get rid of the chase of those gang members.

Only by getting in the car can there be hope.

Xu Qing also thought of how to solve this group of miscellaneous pieces.

Don't you want to know where he's gone..... There is something in Monta Village, but I am very much looking forward to the return of the living.

Horrific images flashed through his mind.

"With the help of these people, it is probably easier to get the keys."

A strange smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Xu Qingsai gave the clerk the last few bills, and under the leadership of the other party, he entered the residential building through the back door, and then turned down to the parking area.