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I Received Messages From Future Self!

"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?

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Chapter 207 The Helan Family of Beijing

Wan Xiaozhou leaned against the door, gasping for breath, inhaling the fresh air; she truly thought she was about to die just moments ago.

That suffocating feeling, even though several minutes had passed, still lingered in her throat, leaving her heart palpitating with residual fear.

Even now, she felt as if a pair of hands were tightly squeezing her neck, preventing her from catching her breath.

If Fang Xiaocao were here, seeing Wan Xiaozhou's current state, she would definitely be able to tell that Wan Xiaozhou was experiencing a psychological shadow.

Footsteps echoed in the hallway.

And the sounds of intense fighting!

Listening to the noises, Wan Xiaozhou knew it was Taotie fighting against Helan Xiaoyue and her pursuers.

Hearing Taotie's roars, Wan Xiaozhou shivered unconsciously, instinctively hugging herself.