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Receiving Texts from the Future – CH70

The Impostors Have Arrived

Chapter 70: The Impostors Have Arrived

“What?”

“Blacklist!”

Wan Xiaozhou exclaimed in shock.

“Oh?”

“Didn’t expect you to be from the same world.”

“Yun Luoshu” smirked.

“Can you let me go?”

Wan Xiaozhou tentatively asked.

“Nope~”

“Yun Luoshu” shrugged with a grin.

Rustle, rustle…

Suddenly, footsteps approached from behind.

Wan Xiaozhou’s heart pounded as she turned her head. Scarface was grinning at her.

The next second, her vision darkened, and she collapsed.

“I’m so jealous of your hypnosis skills.”

“Yun Luoshu” chuckled.

“Quit the nonsense and get to work.”

Scarface rasped.

With that, the two men hoisted Wan Xiaozhou and Yun Luoshu onto their shoulders and headed deeper into the forest.

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“They’re back! They’re back!”

“Luoshu and Xiaozhou are back!”

Wen Shi’s voice outside the tent woke Fang Xiaocao from her studies.

She opened her eyes, crawled out of her sleeping bag, and checked her phone.

22:18!

“They were gone for so long?”

Fang Xiaocao frowned.

“If I remember correctly… they left before 21:00.”

She murmured to herself.

“Luoshu, why did you take so long?”

Su Wanqing’s voice carried a hint of complaint.

“We got lost.”

Yun Luoshu’s voice responded.

Fang Xiaocao put on her shoes and discreetly pulled out the switchblade from her jacket pocket, gripping it in her palm.

She carefully unzipped the tent, peeking outside.

Wen Shi and Zhi Qi were busy tending the fire.

Su Wanqing was stacking wood for Yun Luoshu.

And Wan Xiaozhou… stood right outside the tent.

Fang Xiaocao’s gaze locked onto Wan Xiaozhou’s face, and instantly, a chill ran down her spine. She quickly averted her eyes and stepped out of the tent as if nothing had happened.

“Xiaozhou, thanks for your hard work.”

Fang Xiaocao greeted her casually.

“No worries, helping out at the camp is my duty.”

Wan Xiaozhou’s smile was oddly stiff.

“Take a break, I’ll help with cooking.”

Fang Xiaocao offered with a smile.

“Alright.”

Wan Xiaozhou nodded and grinned.

Turning away, Fang Xiaocao’s expression darkened.

Just as I suspected—something happened to Xiaozhou and Luoshu.

One glance was all it took.

Wan Xiaozhou was wearing a human skin mask.

Fang Xiaocao glanced at Yun Luoshu and sighed inwardly.

That Yun Luoshu was also fake—wearing a mask just like the impostor Wan Xiaozhou.

I need to deal with them first.

Fang Xiaocao quickly devised a plan.

She had to eliminate the fake Yun Luoshu and Wan Xiaozhou, seize their weapons, and then head toward the camp to rescue the real Xiaozhou and Luoshu.

With Xiaozhou as an ally, they could take down the enemy together.

“Xiaocao, why are you spacing out?”

Wen Shi’s voice snapped her back to reality.

“Nothing, just a little distracted.”

She smiled.

“Come help with dinner.”

Wen Shi beckoned.

“Okay!”

Fang Xiaocao replied cheerfully.

Dinner was simple—instant noodles with vegetables and sausages.

After eating, they tidied up.

23:21.

“I’ll take the night watch.”

Wan Xiaozhou volunteered.

“Alright!”

Zhi Qi immediately agreed.

“That’s not a good idea.”

“Xiaozhou needs rest too.”

Fang Xiaocao interjected.

She couldn’t let the fake Wan Xiaozhou stand watch alone.

She wasn’t about to wake up in the middle of the night and find Scarface staring down at her.

“How about this? Two-hour shifts.”

“Xiaozhou takes the first watch, then me, then Luoshu, and finally Wen Shi and Su Wanqing.”

“Xiaocao fainted earlier, so she should rest.”

Zhi Qi suggested.

“I have no objections!”

“Fake Xiaozhou” immediately agreed.

“Me neither!”

“Fake Luoshu” chimed in.

Their plan was working in their favor.

“We’re fine with it too.”

Wen Shi and Su Wanqing exchanged glances and nodded.

“No, I object.”

Fang Xiaocao smiled.

“Zhi Qi, don’t be so biased toward me.”

“I can take a night shift too. I napped earlier while you were all busy.”

She said playfully.

“How about this—Luoshu takes the first shift, Wen Shi and Su Wanqing take the second, I take the third, and Zhi Qi takes the last one.”

Fang Xiaocao proposed.

The fake Xiaozhou and Luoshu exchanged glances, their eyes flickering with unease.

Fang Xiaocao’s suggestion disrupted their plan.

Now, only “Yun Luoshu” was standing watch, and they’d lost their support for a night attack.

Even if their targets were weaklings, they couldn’t afford any mistakes.

A single slip-up could mean severe punishment from the Blacklist.

“Fine, let’s do it that way.”

Zhi Qi nodded.

Hearing this, the impostors’ expressions darkened.

“Luoshu, the first shift is yours.”

“The rest of us should get some sleep.”

“Wen Shi and Su Wanqing, set your alarms for two hours later.”

Zhi Qi instructed.

“Okay~”

Wen Shi and Su Wanqing responded in unison.

“I’ll share a tent with them since I’ll be taking their shift.”

Fang Xiaocao added.

No way was she sleeping in the same tent as those two fakes.

“Sounds good.”

Zhi Qi nodded.

This arrangement made sense.

It wouldn’t disturb the last shift, the first shift, or the resting Wan Xiaozhou.

Seeing Zhi Qi agree, Fang Xiaocao headed toward the tent.

Wen Shi and Su Wanqing followed.

“Luoshu, stay alert and watch for wild animals.”

“Wake us up if anything happens.”

Zhi Qi reminded.

“Got it.”

“Fake Luoshu” replied.

The impostors exchanged glances before Wan Xiaozhou followed Zhi Qi to their tent.

Inside, Fang Xiaocao took a spot near the entrance and slipped into her sleeping bag.

She deliberately left the tent flap slightly open—just enough to keep an eye on what was happening outside.

(End of Chapter 70)

Receiving Texts from the Future

Receiving Texts from the Future

收到未来短信,我赚百亿很合理吧
Score 9.5
Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2024 Native Language: Chinese

Full Title: Receiving Texts from the Future—Isn't Making Billions Only Natural?

A mysterious friend request from someone named "Scalding Hot Noodles" An unknown contact that doesn’t seem to exist. A message claiming to be from her future self, knowing everything about her past. Fang Xiaocao is completely bewildered. Scalding Hot Noodles: Danger ahead. Don’t go home tonight. “What kind of lunatic…?” Rolling her eyes, Fang Xiaocao dismisses the cryptic warning and unlocks her apartment door. Scalding Hot Noodles: At midnight, there will be knocking. If you don’t want to die, don’t turn on the light. 00:00:00 – Midnight. A sudden knock wakes her up. Just as she reaches for the bedside lamp, she remembers that bizarre message. She hesitates. Pulls her hand back. Hides under the covers until dawn. The next morning, news breaks—her neighbor, a single woman living alone, was murdered at midnight. Cold sweat drenches Fang Xiaocao. Scalding Hot Noodles: To celebrate surviving the night, head to the flea market before 3 PM. Booth #7. Buy the seventh inkstone on the left. The seller wants 80 yuan, but it’s worth 8 million. After last night, Fang Xiaocao dares not ignore the message. She buys the inkstone for 100 yuan. Antique Appraisal: Imperial Qianlong Inkstone—Valued at 8 million! Fang Xiaocao stands frozen in shock. Following the next set of instructions, she purchases a second-hand car… Only to get entangled in a murder case—along with a fortune worth hundreds of millions. Who is behind these messages? Is it really her future self? Or is she unknowingly caught in some eerie, high-stakes game?
Content Warning:
This story contains scenes with bloody and violent descriptions that may be disturbing to some readers. Please proceed with caution and take care of yourself while reading.

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