Wanjie Supreme Creditor System

Chapter 172 Paganini Almost Died
But You San was unmoved, his face was still calm, he looked at him lightly, turned around and went into Yue Wang's mansion.

"Young man, you are very good, but I tell you, you can't! Killing people is not just talking!"

Even he thought Leng Yi was joking and couldn't possibly kill so many people.

Even if it feels like the murderous intention in him is real.

Still don't care.

"Everyone doesn't believe me. Well, I still have business to do today. When I have time, I will definitely find you!"

Leng Yi instantly felt dull, he avoided fighting instead of fighting, it was not what he wanted.

Pick up the backpack and walk into the manor.

"Master Leng, that is definitely a master, and he must have been a mercenary. He is probably a retired soldier king who has killed people! You have to be careful!"

Guo Jia handed him the helmet and reminded him carefully.

After all, he came from the army and is very sensitive to soldiers.

"Don't worry, I'm not afraid. It's a pity that I didn't fight. Otherwise, it must be very comfortable."

Leng Yi didn't take it seriously, but it was a pity.

Wearing a hard hat, he shut himself in a room after feeding thirteen horses soybeans and water.

I want debt and don't want to be disturbed.

If he suddenly appears, he can scare people to death.

Awareness enters the mind and immediately starts asking for debt.

The first one was Kuangcao Zhang Dian. When he entered, he found Zhang Dian drunk again and lying on the bluestone by the stream.

There is a table next to him, with pens, ink, paper and inkstones on it, as well as two bottles of wine.

Still holding a jug of wine in his hand, he is unkempt and has long hair in a mess.

"Hey, are you willing to come to see me? Your pen is really good. I've used it for ten years and it's still as good as new without any damage. Come on, do you want words? You can take them all away!"

Before Leng Yi could speak, Zhang Dian grabbed the brush with a crazy smile on his face, put it in his arms, and said.

For writing, what he enjoys is the process of writing, not the finished word.

"You're welcome, you have to leave something behind! Take the magic pen and leave some masterpieces for future generations!"

Of course Leng Yi was not polite, walked to the next hut, and saw that the surrounding walls were full of weeds.

It can be seen that when he is happy, sad, excited, and sad, he always writes a few words.

Take them off one by one, stamp them with the seal next to them, put them away together, clean them up, and return to reality in an instant.

I have to admit that this time it was the most straightforward, and it took only 5 minutes before and after.

Drunk people, what can you say?
"Ding, congratulations to the host, you have completed Zhang Dian's calligraphy in Kuang Cao and obtained 600 creditor points. Master level Kuang Cao calligraphy!"

The systematic reminder made him very comfortable.

In any case, there is one more calligraphy technique to prepare for self-created handwriting.

Without stopping, he entered the second world of creditors.

A man is weeding in the manor.

His blond hair is somewhat withered, his body is thin and thin, and he looks like he is dying.

"Oh, my oriental god, I'm finally waiting for you. Hurry up, help me cure my illness?"

The moment he saw Leng Yi, Paganini threw away the shovel, pounced on him like a hungry wolf, and said loudly.

He looked surprised, as if he had seen the savior.

The skinny and long fingers were about to land on Leng Yi's clothes when they were grabbed.

As soon as Leng Yi put his hands together, he confirmed his illness, frowned, and said:

"What are you doing? Getting drunk all day long, climbing on women? I gave you life, so you wasted it like this? If you don't change, I can't save you!"

Thinking of his future success and indulgences, it's a miracle he's still alive.

Paganini fell to his knees in an instant, lost all his strength, grabbed Leng Yi's clothes with both hands, and begged again and again:

"You gave me my first life, please give me a second one. I beg you, if you have any requirements, just ask, as long as it allows me to live!"

In order to live, he has long given up the dignity of a world-renowned violinist.

There was a slight coldness on Leng Yi's face, and he asked casually:
"I can save you, but what about the things you promised to give me?"

He has to ask for the debt first, if he has nothing, he will pay the fart!
"Yes, yes, I have prepared three violins for you, all made by world-renowned craftsmen! It's just that my current body can no longer play, please give me a second life, I wrote a song Praise for your music!”

Paganini stood up suddenly, and staggered towards the wooden house next to him.

Leng Yi doesn't know who owns the manor, but he lives here, maybe it belongs to him.

Stepping into the wooden house, the inside is clean and tidy, and there is a warm feeling of home everywhere.

Luxuriously decorated, the most expensive items of the moment.

Paganini took out the box containing the violin from a high cabinet and placed them together on the solid wood dining table.

"Oh, Paganini, what are you doing? Are you giving away the violin? Who is he? Black hair and eyes, Oriental?"

At this moment, a woman dressed as a lady, still charming, came out from the room, talking in a hurry, and walked quickly.

No matter who it is, seeing the most expensive violin given to strangers indiscriminately, it will be so aroused, and it is understandable.

Leng Yi looked indifferent, and said: "Don't be nervous, he owes me, I'm here to ask for the debt!"

The voice is indifferent, without any emotion, just to ask for debts.

"A debt? Are you in debt?"

The lady was confused, he knew that Paganini was very rich, how could he be in debt?
"When I was 13 years old, I almost died. He saved me. I promised him the violin, and a few pieces of music I composed. However, my absurd behavior, I only saved three violins and composed a piece of music. I……"

Paganini was a little flustered, incoherent, almost collapsed by the disease.

"Okay, you decide."

After hearing the past events, the lady's suspicious eyes fell on Leng Yi, and she didn't believe that he had ever saved the man next to her.

"Very good, I accept it. What is the name of the song you created? I will treat your illness, but you are not allowed to do anything wrong. Otherwise, you will die a miserable death!"

Leng Yi buckled the case of the violin and said lightly.

Immediately, the three violins disappeared in front of them.

"Ah? This... what I created is God's protection!"

Paganini watched the violin disappear, his eyes widened in shock, and the lady covered her mouth tightly.

He was a little surprised to say his previous name.

"Ding, complete the Paganini mission, get 610 creditor points, and acquire master-level violin playing skills."

"Ding, congratulations to the host, you accepted the task Paganini to cure the disease. Completion reward: 200 creditor points, start the second step, ask for debt!"

A series of two reminders sounded in Leng Yi's mind, which made him stunned.

How can a person appear in creditor tasks continuously? Doesn't it occupy his quota today?
(End of this chapter)