Reborn in 1983: Hunting in the Mountains

A bone-chilling wind blew through the cracks in the window, making the newspaper pasted over the frame rustle. Lu Yuan's eyes snapped open. His head throbbed as if someone were sawing through his skull with a rusty saw. The smell of mold, tobacco, and that unmistakable stench of rotten pickled vegetables. Where was he? Instinctively, he reached beneath his pillow. Empty. His Glock 17, which he never went anywhere without, was gone. In its place was a hard buckwheat pillow.

"Lu Laoshi, you're signing this IOU today, whether you like it or not!" A harsh, nasal voice rang in his ear.

"You owe money, you pay it back. That's only right! If you can't come up with three hundred yuan, then this girl can pay off the debt instead! I'll take her home as a second wife. It's not like that's beneath her!"

Lu Yuan's pupils contracted sharply.

That voice...