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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!

"Let's see if you can escape death this time," Helan Nade said coldly.


Helan Nade's icy gaze fixed on room 512. He refused to believe that Fang Xiaocao and her subordinates, despite their abilities, could come out unscathed against the ambush of the Vermilion Bird and six top-tier Guest Elders.


"Who's the bastard causing trouble here?"


Just then, a roar erupted from room 512, stunning Helan Nade.


It sent a wave of panic through Helan Nade.


A figure was sent flying out and smashed brutally against the corridor wall.


Helan Nade focused his eyes and saw the person thrown out was one of his own Guest Elders.


Helan Nade turned anxiously to the members of the Blacklist: "Aren't you going to make your move?"


Chapter 450 Ye Family, Long Lie