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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!

Seeing the young master's face, which had been trampled into a pig's head by Wan Xiaozhou, Fang Xiaocao waved her hand and said.


Upon hearing Fang Xiaocao's words, Wan Xiaozhou immediately stopped in his tracks and obediently stood to the side, though his little foot still seemed eager to move, as if he wasn't quite satisfied yet.


Seeing the eager smile on Wan Xiaozhou's face, the young master shivered and struggled to open his swollen eyes to a slit, looking at Fang Xiaocao with a trembling voice, "I'm sorry, please don't…"


Hearing the young master's slurred response, Fang Xiaocao subconsciously furrowed her brows.


The young master cried when he heard Fang Xiaocao's words.


"What are you saying? I don't understand."


Fang Xiaocao shrugged helplessly and said.


Chapter 79 Beat into a Pig's Head