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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!

Taotie was suddenly startled and hastily retreated.


But Tong Yue's sword, which seemed to be moving with great momentum and extreme slowness, was actually fast and urgent.


Even with Taotie's reaction speed, he still couldn't escape the attack of the sword's edge.


The blade of the two-handed sword swept across Taotie's chest.


The multifunctional tactical vest that Jiang Xinyan had given Taotie, reinforced with steel plates, split at the seams and became an open cardigan.


Even though the tactical vest had taken a blow for Taotie, he still ended up bleeding.


Looking at the fresh red line extending from his chest to his abdomen, Taotie broke out in cold sweat and, with a lingering fear, patted his chest: "Damn, that scared the hell out of me, almost gutted, thank goodness for the tactical vest my wife gave me to block it."


Chapter 417: Power Overwhelming