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"Hot Noodles request to add you as a friend."
An inexplicable friend request, a non-existent contact.
Claiming to be a message from herself in the future, intimately knowledgeable about her past.
Fang Xiaocao was utterly numb.
Hot Noodles: Danger, do not go home tonight.
"Is this some kind of joke?"
Staring at the WeChat message, Fang Xiaocao rolled her eyes and opened the anti-theft door.
Hot Noodles: At midnight, when the knocking starts, don't turn on the light if you don't want to die.
In the early morning: 00:00:00
Fang Xiaocao was woken by the knocking sound. She was just about to turn on the bedside lamp when she remembered that bizarre message.
She pulled back her hand and stayed put until dawn, only to know her neighbor next door, a woman living alone just like her was murdered at midnight...
Fang Xiaocao was suddenly covered in a cold sweat.
Hot Noodles: To celebrate our narrow escape from death, go to the flea market before three in the afternoon, stall number 7, and buy the seventh inkstone on the left-hand side. The seller's bottom price is 80, but the inkstone is worth 8 million.
After last night's ordeal, Fang Xiaocao inexplicably chose to believe.
She successfully bought an inkstone for a hundred dollars, and later discover it was indeed a imperial inkstone from the Qing Qianlong era, worthing 8 million!
Fang Xiaocao stood there, dumbfounded!
Following the message's instructions, she bought a second-hand car.
But little did she know, the guidance was linking her into a series of events that dragged out a murder case and a fortune worth two small goals.
Who on earth sent her the messages?
It's really her future self?
Or it's some kind of bizarre game?

I Received Messages From Future Self!

Watching the figure that kept getting closer, Helan Xiaoyue's lips curled up into an enchanting smile.


A burst of electric arc flashed, and the figure fell to the ground as it sounded.


The hissing sound of the electric baton man rang out.


Hearing this, Helan Xiaoyue rolled her eyes and jumped down from the tree branch.


"Taken care of, just some small fries,"


the electric baton man shrugged and laughed.


The electric baton man nodded, grabbed Yu Tianqi and Yu Ling, one in each hand, and picked them up from the ground.


Fang Xiaocao lay in the sleeping bag, gripping a spring knife in her hand, seemingly resting with closed eyes, but in fact, she was constantly recalling knowledge about hypnosis in her mind.


Sharpening the axe will not hinder the chopping; procrastination is no help!


Chapter 68: Encounter in the Woods