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Chapter 1113 Programmed Life

"Fuck, main system, use the resurrection card to return"

The projection of the electronic watch was suspended in front of me, repeating coldly and mechanically:

A. Return to reality immediately (property cleared, memory cleared)

B. Stay permanently (become a world patch, annual salary 5 yuan)
The transparent small text in the lower right corner of option B now becomes clear:

"If you select this option, your memory will be reset and you will become an NPC to maintain the story."

Zhao Wuji stretched out his hand, and his fingertips just touched option A.

“You think you can leave so easily?”

A familiar voice came from behind.

Zhao Wuji turned around and saw Xia Lu standing in the center of the data stream. Her body was translucent, like an afterimage that was forcibly projected into this space.

"You are not Xia Lu in the movie." Zhao Wuji whispered.

"I am her, but not entirely." She raised her hand, and a string of code appeared on her palm. "I am the 'real' part of her that was deleted."

"They deleted all the 'unpleasant' parts." Xia Lu's voice was filled with electronic noise, "But the pain will not disappear, it's just hidden at the bottom of the data."

The electronic watch suddenly issued a piercing alarm:

【Abnormal data detected! 】

[Execute the cleanup procedure——]

Xia Lu's figure began to flicker, but she still held onto Zhao Wuji's wrist tightly: "If you go back, tell the audience for me——"

Her voice was cut off by a sharp noise.

The space returned to pure white again, and the electronic table projected:

【Final Warning】

If the host insists on returning, he will have to pay an additional price:

1. Millions of assets will be cleared.

2. All memories about this world will be cleared.

Zhao Wuji smiled and said to the three men in black: "You have taken this movie world too far."

He chose option A without hesitation.

【Confirm selection】

【Return program started】

Just before his body was swallowed by the data stream, he heard the last sound of the electronic watch:

【Thank you for your contribution to the world view of "Ex-Files"】

[Your character profile has been saved, looking forward to participating next time]

"Fuck you. Broken program!" Zhao Wuji cursed.

Zhao Wuji climbed out of the hibernation capsule. The sound inside was still the ending song of "Ex-Files". The credits scrolled to the last line:
"Special thanks to Mr. Zhao, a temporary visitor"

Zhao Wuji was stunned for two seconds, then stumbled into the bathroom and vomited a pile of nutrient solution.

The corner of his mouth in the mirror was bruised, which was the mark of the fall during the filming of the wedding scene. But when he reached out to touch it, the skin was still intact.

"It's a psychological effect. Fortunately, I walked fast, otherwise I would have been too immersed in the drama."

The stars were shining brightly outside the window, and Hawaii's soft snoring could be heard from the house next door.

“She wasn’t in the script?”

"Are you still dreaming about Shao Zhen?"

Zhao Wu turned off the hibernation capsule and took out the flight schedule from the drawer. Under the desk lamp, it reflected strange spots of light.

“Appreciate the people around you.”

Zhao Wuji was shocked: "This crappy crowd performance system is almost a spirit, it can even mislead me"

He picked up the space phone and dialed Li Jingling's number.

"Elf, your program is so good and so realistic"

"Haha, if it's not realistic, how can you wander in the digital life?"

"That makes sense. I want to develop one like this, too?"

"Your level is far from enough, and it took me hundreds of years to develop this. Now I give it to you for free. Remember to help me find the mother planet."

“Can you see how hard I’m trying?”

"You can't see it. Even if you play the script of the General Administration in my hibernation cabin, I can't see it. Only the honeypot of the General Administration can see it."

"Wouldn't it be more dangerous for me to leave?" "Half and half, I have something to do, so I'm hanging up now."

"Ok"

Zhao Wuji realized that he couldn't say more on this kind of recorded phone call, so he hung up.

"I don't know what the General Administration's stance is on her search for her home planet. They probably won't object."

Zhao Wuji felt helpless about this kind of thing where people always talked about levels.

"When will everyone be equal? ​​Probably only in dreams."

Zhao Wuji gently closed the door for Hawaii, looked at the starry sky outside the window, and lay down in the hibernation cabin again.

"Ding, the random script "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" is activated..."

"Song Bing Yi! What are you doing? Check your quiver!"

The setting sun was like blood, dyeing the vast Mongolian grassland into a red gold. The autumn wind swept across the grass waves, rolling up fine dust, hitting the iron armor and making a slight "rustling" sound. Zhao Wuji subconsciously raised his hand to block the wind and sand, but touched the cold iron wrist guard, and suddenly woke up - he was wearing a set of light armor of the Song army, with an ordinary broadsword on his waist.

"Where is this?" He looked around in confusion, but saw dozens of soldiers dressed in the same way preparing their luggage. In the distance, a flag fluttered, with the word "Han" written on it.

"Song Bing Yi! What are you doing? Check your quiver!"

The second shout interrupted his thoughts. He turned around and saw a bearded sergeant staring at him. Zhao Wuji looked down and saw the word "乙" written in cinnabar on his leather armor. He suddenly understood clearly that he had become a minor soldier in Jin Yong's novels who didn't even deserve a name with the help of the crowd performance system!
"Extras system, are you there? What should I do?"

As I was wondering, I suddenly felt a heat between my eyebrows, and a mechanical voice sounded in my mind:
【Extra safety system activated】

[Current world: The Legend of the Condor Heroes]

[Identity: Private of Team C of the Southern Song Scout Battalion (Song Soldier B)]

[Main Quest: Survive to the end of the story/obtain 10000 gold coins cumulatively]

[Special reminder: Do not interfere with the main storyline, and the resurrection card will be deducted after death]

Zhao Wuji secretly pinched his palms, it hurt. This was not a dream. He remembered that he had just helped Hawaii close the door, and now he was directly on the battlefield, and he couldn't help but smile bitterly. Suddenly, he felt the purse on his waist was heavy, and he couldn't help but take out three coins with "Da Song Tong Bao" cast on them. The system prompt appeared at the right time:

[Initial capital: 3 gold coins (1 gold coin = 1000 coins)]

"All troops, listen up!" Captain Han Baoju rode up on horseback, he was none other than the "Horse God" among the Seven Freaks of Jiangnan. Zhao Wuji was shocked, this was clearly the same story as when Guo Jing was a child. Han Baoju pointed his whip to the north and said, "We have learned that Temujin's tribe is holding a meeting on the banks of the Onon River, we are here on the orders of Prime Minister Shi Miyuan." Before he finished speaking, a huge cloud of dust rose from the northwest.

"It's the Mongolian cavalry!" the sentry shouted. Zhao Wuji looked far away and saw dozens of riders coming like a gust of wind. On the first rider sat a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, carrying a longbow on his back and a short sword on his waist - Guo Jing? Young Guo Jing?

"Form a formation!" Han Baoju shouted. The Song army quickly formed a circle, and Zhao Wuji was pushed to the second row of spearmen. His hand holding the spear trembled slightly, both because of the fear of going into battle for the first time and because of the shock of seeing the protagonist of the book with his own eyes. The Mongolian cavalry suddenly dispersed a hundred steps away, drawing their bows and arrows.

"Raise your shield!"

Arrows rained down. Zhao Wuji subconsciously shrank behind his shield, and heard the sound of arrows hitting the wood. Suddenly, a horse neighed, and the shieldman in the front row was pierced through the throat by a wolf tooth arrow! The arrow was still moving, brushing against Zhao Wuji's helmet, leaving a trail of sparks. He was cold all over, and then he realized: here, death is not a game, and you need to deduct the resurrection card.

The Mongolian cavalry came roaring, and the young man in the lead bent his bow like a full moon, and shot down the flag of the Song army with three consecutive arrows. Zhao Wuji recognized that this was Guo Jing's "Meteor Chasing the Moon" archery technique, and felt relieved - according to the original novel, this Song army team should have been annihilated, and only Han Baoju escaped with injuries.

"Leader, what if I die in this battle?" Zhao Wuji asked anxiously in his heart.

[After death, you will be reborn in Lin'an Prefecture, and 100 gold coins will be deducted]

"One hundred gold?!" He almost cried out, this was more than thirty times his current net worth!
"Deducting resurrection cards and gold coins? You are too mean."

"It's not a scam. You don't have to reload the script. You win..."

"All right"

While Zhao Wuji was panicking, the Mongolian cavalry had already charged into the battle array. Seeing a centurion swinging his sword at him, he quickly thrust his spear to block. With a loud clang, his knuckles burst open, and the spear flew out of his hand. The centurion grinned and chopped again...

"Here!" Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking air, and a caltrop hit the centurion's wrist. Han Baoju rode over, wrapped the enemy's neck with the golden dragon whip, and pulled him off the horse. Zhao Wuji escaped death, but saw Guo Jing fighting with two Song soldiers. Although the boy's moves were immature, his strength was strong, and he kicked a spearman and his spear out more than a foot.

According to the original novel, Guo Jing would not be injured in this battle. Zhao Wuji's mind raced, and he suddenly rushed to the fallen spearman, pretending to rescue him. Sure enough, the next moment, Guo Jing's scimitar was already on the neck of another Song soldier. The young man hesitated for a moment, and finally sheathed the knife, shouting in Mongolian: "Surrender and you will not be killed!"

Han Baoju saw that the situation was hopeless, so he threw three poisonous spikes and rode away while the Mongols were dodging. Zhao Wuji suddenly had an idea and pretended to be hit by a stray arrow, then fell into the pile of corpses, holding his shoulder. His nose was full of the smell of blood, and he resisted the urge to vomit and buried his face in the blood-stained grass.

After an unknown amount of time, the shouts and screams faded away. Zhao Wuji quietly looked up and saw the Mongols were cleaning up the battlefield. A centurion was checking the bodies of the Song soldiers one by one, and he stabbed those who were still breathing. Zhao Wuji's heart was beating like a drum, and cold sweat soaked his shirt. The centurion was getting closer and closer, and suddenly stopped half a step away - it turned out that the money bag he had pressed under his body was half exposed.

The centurion bent down to pick it up. Zhao Wuji took the opportunity to roll over, pretending to be seriously injured and waking up, and groaned in the Mongolian he had just learned: "Water, give me water." Seeing that he was young and took the initiative to speak Mongolian, the centurion felt a little pity for him and actually took off his water bag and threw it to him.

After the battle, the Song army scout team of 50 people was counted. In addition to Han Baoju's escape, only three prisoners remained. Zhao Wuji was assigned to look after the horses because he knew simple Mongolian. At dusk, he squatted by the river to brush the horse, and suddenly saw Guo Jing coming alone to water the horse. The young man had a worried look between his eyebrows, and he was obviously thinking about the fighting during the day.

Zhao Wuji knew that this was Guo Jing's psychological struggle after his first murder. According to the original novel, Zhebie should come to comfort him at this moment. He was hesitating whether to avoid it when he heard the system warning:
[Interaction with the main characters is prohibited! ]

He lowered his head and stepped back hastily, but accidentally kicked the bucket. With a "splash" sound, Guo Jing looked up alertly. The moment their eyes met, Zhao Wuji saw the panic and self-blame in the boy's eyes that had not yet faded.

"Are you also a Han Chinese?" Guo Jing asked hesitantly. Zhao Wuji opened his mouth to answer, but suddenly he had a splitting headache.

[Violation warning! 10 gold coins will be deducted! ]

Current balance: -7 gold coins
Zhao Wuji fell to his knees in pain. Guo Jing came to help him, but he waved his hands and backed away, finally stumbling to the stable. The young man scratched his head in confusion, thinking that the Song soldier was frightened. At this time, Zhebie's call came from a distance: "Guo Jing, how's he? The Khan is looking for you!"

That night, Zhao Wuji curled up in the haystack of the prisoner camp, checking the system panel in the moonlight:

[Current gold coins: -7 (debt status)]

[Today's income: Pick up 2 dead soldier money bags (+8 gold coins), fine for violation (-10 gold coins)]

He smiled bitterly and took out the silver coins hidden in his boots, which he had taken from the corpses during the day. The campfire in the distance flickered, making his face look uncertain. How long would it take to save up 10,000 gold coins? What was Hawaii doing at the moment?
The night wind brought the desolate pastoral songs from the grassland. Zhao Wuji looked at the strange starry sky of this script and realized: the road to wealth is always so long...