I Collect Bad Debts in the Human World

Zhang Qing, the owner of a small teahouse by the Huaihe River. Make tea during the day and collect bad debts at night. What you collect is not money, but your life. Haunted houses, ghosts, historical blood debts, as long as the accounts can be settled, she can collect them. Until one day, her left hand began to turn into bones, starting from the fingertips, inch by inch, as if someone was pressing the rewind button on time, retreating to the Qin Dynasty, retreating to Changping, retreating to a winter buried at the bottom of a mass grave. What followed was a text message: "Your civilization's loan is overdue, principal: five thousand years of human history, interest: all irrational losses, repayment method: format reset." Sender: Tiandao System. Earth's civilization has been judged as an "endangered asset" by the high-dimensional assessment system, and the countdown to formatting has begun: retaining the biological foundation and erasing all civilization memories. She is not an unlucky person who was randomly selected. She is the last "humanity test program" left by ancient civilization. She has only one task: to prove to a system that only recognizes rational data before the system closes the ledger: those unquantifiable things in human beings, love, memory, waste, sacrifice... Are worthy of renewal. Her ally is a system bug that shouldn't exist: police land combat. The weight of its existence decreases as it is used. Every time she is saved, it becomes one point more transparent. Her fellow traveler is Zhao Xuan, a "failed prophet" who has lived for five thousand years. He tried every rational approach, and they all failed. So now he wants to end this trial in a way that Zhang Qing cannot accept. And in the cold system background, a tiny process is continuously running. Process name: Love. Exe, status: Running.