At the same time, the Abyssal Lord's fingers were weaving and tugging in an extremely complicated manner. It was as if an invisible timeline was being twisted at his fingertips, and was rapidly weaving a large, malicious web.
As he twisted and pulled his fingertips, Fang Linyan in the pupil would face great trouble. It could be said that it was very difficult to deal with it.
Fang Linyan tried his best to resist under the terrifying offensive. He used all his trump cards, but the Abyss Lord still dealt with it calmly and confidently.
In the last panic, a light flashed. The Abyss Lord's fingertips swiped lightly, and Fang Linyan's head … actually flew out directly!
"It turns out that your fatal weakness will only appear at this moment! Very good, very good, your fate has been locked by me. Just enjoy this period of your life. "
"I will stay as far away from you as possible to avoid affecting the generation of this timeline. Then, I will appear in front of you at that moment and finally reap your life."
A smile appeared at the corner of the Abyss Lord's mouth.
2 or 3 minutes later, Little Huang, oh no, Boss Huang now came out to pour water for the customer, but he was surprised to find that the seat was empty. Only a thousand yuan note was left, but the problem was that this note had been withdrawn from circulation 10 years ago!
But it didn't matter, he could still exchange this money at the bank. Not only that, it looked quite good. Some collectors would even buy it at 3 times the price. He wouldn't lose anything.
Not only that, there was also a flyer on the table that should have been picked up from the ground.
The flyer was crumpled. It was probably stepped on a few times, but this was not the point. The point was that there was a big circle drawn by a ballpoint pen above the 2 words on the flyer.
These 2 words were "1 week"!
It seemed that the Fifth Brother had something urgent to leave, but he already knew what Old Huang wanted to ask, so he picked up the ballpoint pen that Old Huang's youngest son used to do his homework next to the bar counter and drew it directly.
Seeing this scene, Old Huang's face finally showed a happy smile,
"My lifespan is only shortened by 1 week. I've made a profit."
As the saying goes, people are in high spirits when there's a happy occasion. Old Huang planned to close the stall early today. The white cut chicken that he carefully selected just now had been slaughtered. Since Fifth Brother had left, he might as well cook and drink two more cups.
The stone that had been hovering in his heart for more than ten years had finally been lifted, and he felt exceptionally relaxed.
However, while he was busy in the kitchen, the waiter who was cleaning up outside started shouting after a while. He quickly returned and said to Old Huang:
"Boss, some bastard stole the remaining chickens in the cages outside!"
Although Old Huang had made a small fortune now, the chickens that he picked out to make his signature dish were not as strict as the old man's requirements. However, free-range chickens were a must. Therefore, a few chickens were not a small sum of money.
Hearing this, he immediately flew into a rage and went over to take a look, only to find that the waiter was staring blankly into the chicken coop. Even his tone had changed.
"Boss, look at this."
Old Huang looked carefully and found that although there were no chickens in the chicken coop, there were three eggs. And the ones he bought to make the steamed chicken must be six-month-old cocks!
So the logical explanation was that someone stole the chicken and put three eggs in it … Who the f * ck would be so bored!
Immediately afterward, the waiter pointed to the table next to him with a trembling voice. It was where the Fifth Brother sat before. You could see something inserted in the chopstick holder, but it was definitely not chopsticks.
Old Huang tiptoed over and found that it turned out to be half a green bamboo. The bamboo leaves on it were still there, and there was still dew!!
Some things were actually very common when looked at separately.
For example, your parking space was occupied by someone.
Or for example, you would drive home every time you went on a business trip.
However, when you combined these two things together, every time you drove home from a business trip, you found that your parking space was occupied. That was really an unfortunate thing.
This was likely to involve keywords such as ethics, emotions, hormones, body fluids, stimulation, secrets, loneliness, green, and so on.
It was the same with the series of strange things that happened to Huang and the shop assistant. The two of them looked at each other for a few seconds in the wee hours of the morning. Suddenly, they let out a strange cry. They didn't even bother to put away the table. They directly plunged into the door of the shop and slammed the door shut.
At this time, Old Huang suddenly realized one thing. When he was in his twenties, the Fifth Brother looked like this, as if he was two years younger than him. Now, he was already balding, his beer belly had filled his vest, and wrinkles and crow's feet were all over his face.
But the Fifth Brother had never changed!!
"No wonder Fate Prediction was so accurate! That f * cker really isn't human! "
Old Huang, who was shivering under the quilt, came to such a conclusion.
Of course, the Abyss Lord definitely didn't know that the time turbulence that spread out when he used his talent ability directly caused a series of supernatural events.
Of course, the three chickens were not stolen. They were just affected by the time turbulence and became what they were six months ago.
The same was true for the chopsticks on the table. The time line on it had been pushed back to two years and four months ago. At that time, it had just been cut down and was about to be transported to the processing plant.
A week later, Old Huang, who was sitting on a stool with a cigarette in his mouth, was resting while watching the newly hired waiter bring out four bowls of bird's nest.
The waiter's real name was Ah Hong. She moved here half a year ago. Her husband had died, and it was very hard for her to raise a daughter. She was average-looking, but had a glib tongue.
And her figure was hot. The front reminded people of a Mongolian yurt, and the back reminded people of a peach. She was a mature young woman in her thirties.
At this time, Old Huang was staring at Ah Hong's round buttocks that were stretched tight by her jeans. They were swaying exaggeratedly. His Adam's apple moved up and down greedily.
After the customer left, Old Huang looked at the time and ordered the shop to close. He then called out to Ah Hong:
"Wait a minute, I have something to tell you."
Ah Hong's body stiffened. She could only smile apologetically:
"Boss, I have to go back early today."
Old Huang frowned and said angrily:
"Okay, you can go now. Don't come back tomorrow."
Ah Hong was at a loss as to what to do. As a poor woman, she really needed this job. After all, this job didn't require a diploma, and she didn't need to sell anything. All she had to do was wash the dishes and serve the dishes.
The key was that Old Huang generously gave her 5,000 yuan a month, which was higher than the salary of many employees in the office building.
After the rest of the people left, Old Huang directly put his hand on Ah Hong's shoulder. Ah Hong trembled, but did not resist. Or rather, she did not dare to resist. She was directly brought to a small room at the back.
Old Huang and his family, who already had two houses, did not usually live here. This small room was used by Old Huang when he came early and took a nap.
Of course, now he planned to use it for other things.
Ah Hong did not resist. She knew very well in her heart that she had no choice.
More than ten minutes later, the nearest hospital suddenly received an emergency call.
The female voice on the phone was very frightened. It was Ah Hong's voice.
Then the ambulance rushed to the door of Old Huang's Yuntun, then the naked Old Huang was carried out on a stretcher. Old Huang covered his chest and gasped with difficulty,
"I'm fine, Fifth Brother said that my life will only be shortened by 1 week …"
"No, isn't it exactly 1 week since Fifth Brother came today?"
"Does he mean that I only have 1 week left … to live?"
“.....”
The doctor next to him had already begun to diagnose: Suspected of severe myocardial infarction, then he quickly gave first aid to Old Huang.
The neighbors who were alarmed also began to whisper their own diagnoses,
"Wind is blowing!"
"It's hopeless."
"Dying under the peony flower …"
"It's not a loss to die."
***
Seven hours later,
Fang Linyan refused the proposal to send him by car. Instead, he left the airport in an abnormal way.
The reason why he had to do this in violation of the law was that he had begun to enter vigilance mode now. If someone wanted to harm him, then he must pay close attention to the cameras at the airport, the station and other places.
Therefore, at this time, Fang Linyan was unwilling to appear under any surveillance and cameras.
Yes, he still remembered that once he returned, he would be closely protected by the space, but this kind of close protection was definitely limited.
For example, Fang Linyan noticed that there was no key note at the back: It has priority over this effect and so on.
Therefore, it was still the words on Quirrell's headscarf: This effect has the law, which makes people feel more secure.
After arriving outside the airport, Fang Linyan took a taxi, then got off halfway. Then he simply stole a motorcycle and quickly rushed to the rented house before he left.
Because when he left last time, Fang Linyan paid 3 years of rent at once, so there was no worry about the landlord taking it back. However, after entering the house, he immediately found that the inside was in a mess. Obviously, there was a thief.
However, this blind gentleman obviously chose the wrong target. Fang Linyan didn't leave anything valuable here, but the furniture and furnishings inside carried Fang Linyan's beautiful memories.
So next, Fang Linyan fell asleep in the dusty and musty room. He slept soundly and even snored. The bad environment and bad smell were not a problem because this was the smell of his hometown.
Of course, even here, Fang Linyan was not careless. He used the newly obtained energy block to summon Rubus. Perhaps it was not the strongest mechanical creature that Fang Linyan could summon at this time, but it had the ability to smell and track. It was undoubtedly the best early warning effect.
When summoning Rubus, Fang Linyan also specially consulted the space, and the prompt he got was also very clear:
As long as Fang Linyan did not take the initiative to attack other space warriors, then he could get the blessing of the space.
However, as long as Fang Linyan used any active skill from the space, there was a certain probability that he would be discovered by other space warriors, or his whereabouts would be calculated by means such as divination and prayer.
At the same time, the blessing of the space did not mean invincibility. It just made the other space warriors unable to detect his whereabouts. Once the other space warriors triggered some kind of large-scale destructive skill weapon (such as detonating a nuclear bomb nearby), Fang Linyan would also be affected.
Or simply put, Fang Linyan, who had the blessing of the space, was like a Blademaster in Warcraft 3 who had activated [Wind Walk]. The opponent did not have any means to counter stealth, but if the prediction was accurate, they still had the ability to hurt him.
***
The next morning, Fang Linyan woke up at about 5: 30 because he smelled the smell of fried dough sticks and steamed buns downstairs.
For a long time in the past, he didn't like this smell very much — because he didn't have money to eat breakfast — or even if it was breakfast, it must be the sweet potato porridge cooked by Uncle Xu. If there was work, then it would be paired with steamed buns and tofu curd.
Uncle Xu's hobby was to break open the steamed buns and smear the tofu curd on it, just like smearing jam on bread, then take a bite and suck a few mouthfuls of porridge.
At that time, Uncle Xu's expression was carefree and relaxed.
To be honest, Fang Linyan felt that this way of eating was not delicious at all. Now he knew that Uncle Xu did not enjoy the steamed buns with tofu curd, but the taste of his hometown. His hometown liked this way of eating.
Then, after quickly eliminating a few breakfast dishes in his mind, Fang Linyan decided to eat a bowl of noodles.
To be precise, it was a bowl of improved Dan Dan noodles that was in line with the taste of the local people in Tai City.
On Fang Linyan's birthday, Uncle Xu would take him to eat longevity noodles, and then specially ordered to add an egg for him. But every time, Uncle Xu ordered tomato omelet noodles for Fang Linyan because he felt that it was not good for children to eat spicy food, but he ignored Fang Linyan's eager eyes when he looked at the chili oil used to mix the noodles.
Therefore, since Fang Linyan could decide what to eat for breakfast, he would have a special liking for Dan Dan noodles.
Looking at the crushed peanuts, bright red chili oil, white shallots and garlic, pale yellow meat, and hot noodles being mixed together, the taste would immediately produce a strong chemical reaction, which made people's appetite increase. They couldn't help but want to eat a few mouthfuls.
After finishing the Dan Dan noodles and a bowl of sweet and snow-white Tangyuan, a beautiful day would begin in high spirits.
This was one of Fang Linyan's beautiful memories, so he planned to relive it. This was a very reasonable thing, right?
He called a taxi, but the taxi stopped when it arrived at his "former residence." This was the place where he and Uncle Xu had lived for seven years. It was a typical slum, and they lived in a typical illegal building.
To his surprise, the house seemed to be still empty and not rented out.
On his way to the Lao Cheng Dou Dan Noodles, he passed by a T-shaped intersection. Here, he heard cries and mournful music. The mourning shed was also set up. It was obvious that a funeral had taken place here.
Under the rising sun, the relatives, friends, and neighbors who came after hearing the news began to eat melon seeds and peanuts under the mourning shed. They talked and laughed happily. Some people even laughed like pigs.
When there were more people, some people even began to play mahjong and poker. Fang Linyan dared to bet that the people who came to mourn at this time must be less than 1/10 of those who came to have fun.
Looking at these happy people who participated in the funeral, Fang Linyan walked quickly, and then he saw the old signboard of this shop with yellow hair,
Old yellow meat swallow.
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