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

In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight drove away the darkness in the room and illuminated every corner of the room. There was a snoring sound from the bed. Wen Baixu turned around and saw that the two people lying on the bed were safe and sound. They were not fighting like last time. It was probably because the time had not come yet.

The boy slowly stood up, and his gear-like fate continued to move forward just like that time.

After a noisy morning, the group finished their meal and went out, walking towards the tea fields as usual.

But as soon as he arrived at the tea field, Wen Baixu looked at Min Nanfeng not far away in surprise, and Min Nanfeng also looked at him suspiciously.

At this moment, there are four people standing in the tea field over there. According to what happened before, there should be only two people today, not four.

Wen Baixu rubbed his eyes and looked over there again. There were still four of them.

Ling Yun, who was standing by, looked in the direction of his gaze, puzzled.

Wen Baixu didn't notice the weirdness of other people, he just kept wondering if what he did before triggered a butterfly effect or something.

[There are still 14 hours left in the countdown, please hurry up]

In his mind, a reminder sounded, and Wen Baixu came back to his senses. He kept looking over there with a worried look, and suddenly he had a bold idea...

In the afternoon, because the weather was hot, everyone was sitting under the trees to cool off. Just as everyone was enjoying the rare coolness, the old man sitting nearby suddenly changed his expression, his body stiffened, and he quickly stood up and ran towards the tea field. After a while, he came over angrily, followed by a man.

When the two of them came over, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, because both of them were covered in mud, and the young man behind the old man was covered in even more mud.

"Are you OK"

Ling Yun nervously walked forward, looked the boy up and down, and took him aside.

"Didn't I tell you that only the chosen ones can go to that place, and no one else can go? Did you ignore my words?"

After saying that, the old man turned away, but halfway through, he seemed to remember something and turned back to say, "Your room, there will be no tea for dinner tonight, as a punishment for you, everyone should rest in the afternoon."

As soon as he finished speaking, a whistle was heard. The gloating looks in everyone's eyes immediately changed, and one by one they lined up.

In the afternoon, after washing up, Wen Baixu came out from behind the screen. He looked nothing like the little clay figurine before.

Hongmao and Lingyun hurried forward and were about to speak, only to see Wen Baixu shaking his head and pursing his lips. The two people in front of them understood.

Soon, a fight broke out in the quiet courtyard. Tables, chairs and even doors were pushed open, and vulgar language was heard.

A young man and a child ran out of the house and tried to stop the fight, but the people around them seemed to be watching a good show and were indifferent.

Two people were wrestling on the ground, seemingly just to grab the pot of tea. The lid was opened, and a strong smell wafted out. The people around them immediately showed a strange look and joined the fight...

After a while, two people came from the end of the corridor. One was an old man they knew and the other was Jiang Liner whom they saw in the lobby that day.

When Wen Baixu saw him coming, he immediately pulled Xiaoluo and squatted down like them. The two men stopped in front of the corridor when they saw him coming. Jiang Liner's eyes shone with excitement.

He leaned back slightly and said something. The old man behind him looked excited and seemed to be agreeing to something. Then there was a whistle.

As if they had heard a curse, everyone stood up expressionlessly, motionless.

The two of them walked over slowly, passing in front of everyone until they came in front of Wen Baixu. Jiang Liner touched his cheek with disdain, and the next second kicked him in the leg, causing Wen Baixu to fall down.

Jiang Liner glanced at the person lying on the ground nonchalantly, turned around and walked forward while talking.

"Then let's get started. Since God is on my side, I should not let him down. You will host the show tonight."

"Then you..."

The old man quickly asked half of the question, and the expression on his face could not be concealed.

"You know, as long as he can be resurrected, you... will be a hero. As a hero, I will definitely give you the greatest reward."

As he spoke, the old man nodded quickly and watched Jiang Liner walk away for a long distance before he was ready to blow the whistle. However, as soon as he put the whistle in his mouth, he felt a pain in his neck and fell to the ground.

Wen Baixu heard a "bang" in his ears, and he dared to stand up. He walked past everyone and came to the front, looking at the person who fell to the ground, and nodded to the person in front of him.

“Everything went according to plan”

After saying that, he pulled the whistle from his neck, rubbed it in his hand, and then handed it to the man.

Then a whistle sounded, and everyone returned to their usual state and went back to their rooms...

At night, everything was silent. Even the room that was supposed to have a few candles was as dark as night. Until a whistle broke through the sky.

I saw a dilapidated courtyard with bright lights inside. At the edge of the courtyard was a huge boiler. A group of people were gathered around it. Next to the boiler was a huge platform with a person standing on it doing something.

There was a sound of friction on the ground, but no one cared. They stared at the cauldron with lifeless eyes, as if there was something attractive inside.

After a while, the thing rubbing on the ground opened up, and a head popped out. He looked around again, and the layout and scene were exactly the same as last time, but he was the only one left.

He turned his head to look at the person on the platform. Just when he was about to clear his throat, he saw the person standing on the platform slowly walk down, stroking the knife in his hand and walking towards him step by step.

"Hey~ you...what are you doing...don't come over here...I'm going to scream..."

"Hehehe~ Okay, go ahead and shout. You can only shout now, and wait until..." He glanced at the big pot behind him, and his smile became even weirder.

“You won’t be able to scream then.”

As he spoke, he laughed sinisterly a few times, walked up to the young man, and put the knife with a cold glow on his face.

"You have such a beautiful appearance. It would be a pity to kill you..."

The person in front of him looked at him with a half-smile, his eyes full of pride.

Wen Baixu shrank back timidly, staring at the knife on his face, afraid that he would kill him accidentally.

“Have you ever thought about why this is the case?”

Wen Baixu shook his head, shifted his gaze from the knife, and looked at the person in front of him.

And 'he' was lost in memories, telling Wen Baixu a story...