Time travel: Are you as professional as him in eating dog food?

After the night before and last night, although the doubts in my heart have been covered by peace and nothing happened, some things are still deeply hidden in my mind and cannot be removed.

"Look, according to what was said yesterday, two people were chosen so quickly? How strange."

Wen Baixu pondered for a moment, then put his shoulder on Ling Yun's shoulder.

But... there was no response

"you say...."

As the young man spoke, he turned to look at Ling Yun. He saw that Ling Yun looked like nothing had happened, but he was extremely anxious, as if something was pressing on him, forcing him to rush to work.

Wen Baixu saw this and quickly grabbed Ling Yun's hand, tightly pulling one of them.

But Ling Yun seemed a little strange. He seemed to have no sense of touch and was still picking the tea leaves with his other hand. His movements were like those of an experienced tea picker.

"Hey...you...wake up Lingyun"

Wen Baixu shouted at him anxiously, shaking his shoulders with one hand.

"Ah? What...what happened?"

The person in front of him suddenly stopped, his hands stopped moving, and his clear eyes became confused.

The boy frowned as if he had sensed something was wrong, and it seemed that this something was wrong starting from last night, especially the shadow he saw at the door last night...

"What are you doing? Why don't you hurry up and pick the tea leaves? Otherwise, if the master gets angry, I won't be able to plead for you. Also...if anyone fails to complete the task, the daily tea will be reduced by half."

The old man said the last sentence in a particularly loud voice, as if he was saying it on purpose for everyone to hear. The boy actually didn't have much feeling about the tea, but after he finished speaking, he always felt a faint sense of urgency in his heart, as if there was something urgent that needed to break out of it.

Ling Yun, who had been quiet beside him, quickly broke free from the old man's hand and rushed in after hearing what the old man said.

Watching him busy, although his brain reminded him that this was the most normal thing, and that he had always been like this, but in his subconscious, Wen Baixu thought that this was wrong, that this was not normal at all...

After a busy day, when the sun was setting, the old man finally blew the whistle to call it a day. The people who were still busy picking the tea and some tea workers seemed to have received permission. They immediately stopped what they had been doing, packed their things, and walked towards the entrance of the tea field with expressionless faces.

Wen Baixu looked at the strange expressions of the people around him. It seemed that his brain was trying hard to make him walk faster, but his body's instinct made him choose to walk behind everyone else.

The small Wen Baixu was hidden behind the crowd. After the manager called the roll, he was about to leave when he heard a small voice from behind.

"He....Aren't they going back?"

Following the direction of the sound and movement, the hunched figure in charge looked over there and saw the figure he had seen earlier in the morning still busy.

The steward turned around slowly and glanced at the crowd. He did not reply, but just looked at them deeply, and led everyone towards Zhuangzi.

Along the way, maybe because they were fighting so hard today, no one said a word, and Wen Baixu, who was following behind, walked through the people in front of him in confusion, and finally found the eye-catching red-haired man.

"Hey...you..."

Jiang Zifang seemed to sense his voice, looked at him with a tired face, then turned back silently and ignored him.

'This is not like him normally.'

Wen Baixu thought so in his heart, but he couldn't seem to find anything to overturn the conclusion in his mind. He could only follow the large group back to his residence.

But when they returned to their residence, there were still several food boxes and a pot of tea at the door. When they saw this, they rushed into the house with the food boxes, just like a cat seeing a fish. Wen Baixu did the same, as did Ling Yun and Jiang Zifang. They picked up the food boxes at the door and rushed into the room without caring about anything, as if someone was chasing them from behind.

Wen Baixu was puzzled, but he didn't delve into it too much. He just walked into the room silently, but the scene in the room surprised him.

Although Jiang Zifang had an unusually eccentric personality when Wen Baixu first met him, which made Wen Baixu completely confused, Ling Yun was indeed the most docile and modest person he had ever met.

But now, his face was covered with grease, he was stuffing meat with one hand and rice with the other hand, his former demeanor was nowhere to be seen, which instantly reminded the boy of a familiar name "Taotie"

The state of these two people was exactly the same as that of the monster, but at this moment Wen Baixu's stomach began to rumble. He called over the frightened Little Radish beside him and shared half of his rice with him. He ate very little of the rice and vegetables, and did not drink much tea, because most of it was drunk by the two people, and only a little was left in the teapot.

Wen Baixu frowned, "This is really not right." The boy's heart was covered by a thick fog, but he tried his best to clear the fog and see the sun...

At midnight, in the quiet night, waves of snoring disturbed Wen Baixu's ears one after another. He sat up suddenly, covered his ears with his hands, and stared at the person sleeping on the bed opposite him.

The little guy next to the boy seemed not to hear anything, and there were some bubbles on the tip of his nose. Wen Baixu was about to lie down and continue to sleep when he heard a clicking sound that was different from the snoring in the silent night.

He frowned slightly and looked outside the door, only to see a figure flash past the door at a very fast speed, and the clicking sound disappeared.

Wen Baixu gently put the little guy's hand down, stuffed it into the quilt, and covered him with the quilt. Then he walked out quietly.

Under the bright moonlight, a thin figure was hiding from something while running out of the manor. When he reached the tea field where the two people he saw in the morning were, the figure suddenly disappeared.

There were no flashlights in this era, and even if there were, he would not dare to turn them on easily. The boy slowly walked through the tea fields and headed towards the tea field known as the restricted area.

He slowed down his pace, but for some reason the soil outside was dry, while the soil closer to the ground became wetter, and there was a fishy smell and the fragrance of tea.

Wen Baixu couldn't help but cover his nose gently and slowly approached the tea field, but suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from the tea field.

"It will be fine soon, it will be fine soon, it has been 997, 3 days... You will wake up soon, my lord..."

Hearing this, although he heard it intermittently, he basically heard it. Wen Baixu couldn't help but be shocked. He took a step back and heard a "crack" sound. A branch that came out of nowhere was broken by his step.

The sound from the tea field disappeared instantly, and was replaced by the sound of someone stepping on the soil with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Just as Wen Baixu was sweating and at a loss, a pair of hands covered his mouth, pulled him aside, and a familiar cat meowed behind him.

After a while, the footsteps disappeared, and instead the sound of leaves on the edge of the tea field far away from them began to sound.

After a long time, when there was no more sound around, he held Wen Baixu's hand and let go.

Wen Baixu immediately turned around, and under the moonlight, he saw a handsome and serious face.

"Minnanfeng..."

In an instant, his open mouth was covered again, and he could only stare with his eyes wide open, making a humming sound.

"You want to kill us, just say it."

Wen Baixu listened to his words and felt that he had no ill will towards him, so he nodded and shut up.

Min Nanfeng put his hand down again, looked around, stood up and was about to leave when he felt someone holding him back.

He turned his head and looked at his surprised eyes, as if he had known it for a long time, and said lightly: "I know you have a lot of questions, including why I stood up when I shouldn't be sitting in a wheelchair, and what happened tonight. You want to know everything, right?"

Wen Baixu nodded when he heard this, and was about to open his mouth

Min Nanfeng shook his head and said softly: "Tonight is not a good time. See you in the toilet at midnight tomorrow night."

As he spoke, Min Nanfeng walked in the opposite direction with his crutches.

Wen Baixu was about to call him, but then he remembered that he couldn't make any sound, so he closed his mouth, chased after him, supported him, and quietly walked back to the manor.

Not long after they left, a small head slowly emerged from the outside of the tea field. His eyes were sparkling, but his face had a thoughtful expression, which was extremely inconsistent with his age...