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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!

In those eyes that contained vast constellations, "Wan Xiaozhou" began to gradually succumb, the expression beneath the mask growing obsessed.


At this moment, Fang Xiaocao felt somewhat dizzy.


She knew this was a side effect of hypnosis.


With her current abilities, hypnotizing ordinary people was still easy, but dealing with Cancer and other desperadoes was somewhat strenuous.


Every desperado was covered in blood debts.


Their spiritual power was naturally extraordinary.


Fang Xiaocao bit her lips, trying to keep herself lucid; it wasn't time to faint yet.


Upon hearing "Wan Xiaozhou"'s reply, Fang Xiaocao nodded in satisfaction and burst into laughter.


The real strain was during the hypnosis process.


Once the hypnosis succeeded, it became much easier.


Meanwhile, a new plan formed in Fang Xiaocao's mind.


Chapter 72 Understanding the Blacklist