Chapter 57 The Moon

The bitter man who took the national examination took the night train back and didn't buy a sleeper ticket. I almost had a hallucination after two days and two nights without sleep. This was really a crash that made FU`CK collapse. From next month, the update of this book will increase, and I will try to update 5,000 words tomorrow. However, in order to maintain the coherence and suspense of the plot in a single chapter, it is still a update. Thank you for your support.

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Wu Song

"It's almost time. It's time to go to the Osmanthus Building." A respectful tone sounded in my ear.

Wu Song trembling and opened his eyes. He found himself sitting in the county government office, and there was a man in the osmanthus building in front of him, smiling and bending down to salute.

"What time is it now?" Wu Song asked confusedly.

"It's not time. Your brother asked me to come and see when you can go to Guihua Tower." The expression and action of the person in front of him have not changed, which makes Wu Song's sense of nothingness stronger. What is this?

Wu Song still pretended to be calm. Well, maybe I fainted. What day is it today?

"Dou, you are really forgetful. Today is August 8th, and the Osmanthus Building reopens. You and Miss Hai will also be engaged today. Dutou is busy with official business, and the small one will leave first. The man bowed again and turned out of the door.

The eighth day of August, not three o'clock. Wu Song closed his eyes, and the butcher knife of blood and fire flew in front of him. Was it just a dream? In the dream, Haisha's phoenix soul killed Wu Da in front of him. This must be a dream. Only a dream can be so absurd. Besides, it is clear that the ceremony has not started yet. It seems that I am too anxious.

It's just, why did this guy say something to me as if it had happened before? Wu Song fell into a kind of dull thinking. He couldn't help touching his head with his left hand, and the pain rippled in his palm. Wu Song hurriedly reached out and watched, only to see that the scalded blisters on his left palm had been broken and water flowed out.

Is all this true? Yes, in that terrible dream, my left hand grabbed the wrist of the sea sand and was scalded. The right hand, the finger of the right hand should be broken, and there are also burns.

Wu Song stretched out his right hand to watch carefully. He saw that his right hand moved freely and there was no trace of burns. The left hand and right hand, injured and intact, made Wu Song even more at a loss. Is all this dreamy or real? What should I do?

Wu Song looked around helplessly, and finally his eyes fell on a box. This is the box given to me by a Taoist priest like Liba. At that time, he said that it was given to me by Zhang Tianshi. Zhang Tianshi said that a great disaster was coming, which may refer to just like a nightmare. This box must be the key to dealing with the problem.

Wu Song grabbed the box and looked at it carefully. In his memory, the box should be complete and unopenable. And the Taoist priest once told himself that he would naturally open the box at the critical moment. But now looking at the box, it is no different from ordinary boxes. With a gentle push, it is opened without any obstacles.

There is only a folded piece of paper in the box, and Wu Song opened the paper. It was written on it, and it turned out to be a letter.

"Wu Song Xiaoyou, I am Zhang Tianshi. This time, your disaster is the counterattack of your fate's change. There are some opportunities between you and me. I don't want you to fall here, so I will help you once. Your memory is real. Those things have happened, but the magic power in this box has turned back a few hours. Now you have time to change your nightmare. If the poor calculation is good, your left hand should still be painful, which is evidence of memory and a clue to reverse the catastrophe. In this reversal of time, only the three people on Longhu Mountain and yourself know about this. Reversing time, the consumption is quite large, and it is impossible for the poor to help again. I hope Wusong is friendly and self-retained.

After reading the letter, Wu Song's cold sweat has wet the letter paper. There is no doubt that all this is true. Zhang Tianshi's magic power is so powerful that it can actually reverse the time and give me a chance to start again. I have to do something, otherwise in a few hours, the bayonet of blood and fire will sweep the Guihua Tower again, and the tragedy will be staged again.

What to do, what to do. Although Wu Song has traveled around the world for many years, he still feels at a loss in the face of the reversal of time. Time is limited, and it is impossible to cancel the whole activity now. No one will believe what they say. They will only laugh at themselves like crazy people and then be harvested by Phoenix. Wu Song's mind became more and more flustered, his hand holding the letter trembled, and his eyes didn't know where to look. Suddenly, Wu Song's eyes fell on the sentence of Zhang Tianshi's letter. Your left hand should still be in pain, which is evidence of memory and a clue to reverse the catastrophe.

What does this mean by the clue to reverse the catastrophe? Is the injured hand more effective than the complete hand? Can I defeat the phoenix in the sea sand with this scalded left hand? This is really a funny joke.

Zhang Tianshi's words must not be so simple. Since this power can reverse time, he must not talk about my left hand, so what is the clue of his left hand? Wu Song stretched out the palm of his left hand, looked at it carefully, and was stunned.

"Head, what's wrong with your hand?"

As soon as Wu Song looked up, it turned out that an official was coming in from the outside. He must have seen himself with strange behavior, so he asked.

"Oh, it's a little burnt." Wu Song answered truthfully, because the wound in the palm of his hand was there, and no one knew about the reversal of time, so there was no need to make up lies.

"Ouch, where is your head hot? It looks quite serious. You have to marry Miss Hai later. How can you lift a tea bowl with this burnt hand? But don't worry. An Yi will look at any problems. Brothers usually come to him for any injuries, which is much better than Langzhong outside. It's just that this person is with the dead every day, and it's really hard to make contact with him. The official spoke to himself.

This unintentional words, like the moon suddenly rising in the dark night, caught Wu Song's heart cold. Yes, An Daoman. He is a key figure. He calmed down the emotions of the sea sand and suppressed the withering of the sea sand with the mysterious blood magic. If it hadn't been for the unexplained rage of the phoenix in the sea sand, maybe the event could have ended in a comedy way. The pain left by this left hand is to let me go to An Daoman and try to change something before the ceremony.

Wu Song remembered that he sent a clerk to hire a sedan chair to pick up An Daoman, and then the clerk reported that An Daoman had left the county government an hour ago. When the man reported, it should be about two quarters, that is to say, the time when An Daoman left was about two quarters.

Wu Song looked through the door and glanced at the sundae in the yard. It's about a moment now, and I still have time to intercept An Daoman before he leaves the county government.

Time did not hesitate. Wu Song immediately put on his coat and hurried to An Daoman's residence - an almost forgotten corner in the government office. Although the road was not far, Wu Er was so anxious that he almost ran wildly in the end, and many people who greeted him did not have time to greet him. Chasing An Daoman, because Wu Song did not know where An Daoman had gone for more than an hour after he left the county government. If he could not stop him, the clues left by Zhang Tianshi to survive this disaster would be broken.

During the short journey, Wu Song ran out of breath. When he rushed to the door of An Daoman's residence, he saw An Daoman with his back to him closing the door, which meant that he was about to leave.

It's okay, I caught up. Wu Song took a long breath.

"Senior An, wait a minute." There is not much distance between Wu Song and An Daoman, but Wu Er can't control his emotions at this time. This sentence is more like shouting thousands of meters away.

"All heads? Haven't you been to the Osmanthus Building yet?" After hearing Wu Song's shout, An Daoman turned around, with obvious puzzlement in his expression and words.

"Senior An, I must see you before I go to Guihua Tower. It's a big deal. Let's go into the room and talk about it in detail. Without waiting for An Daoman to agree, Wu Song grabbed a step, pushed open An Daoman's closed door and walked into the room.

This is the first time Wu Song has walked into An Daoman's residence. Although it was a sunny afternoon outside, the room was drowsy, as if it were night. This feeling was indeed very uncomfortable, and Wu Song suddenly understood why other officials were unwilling to contact An Daoman.

This is just a flash of thought, time is tight, and it's too late to think about these things. After Wu Song entered the door, he sat down in the chair. At this time, An Daoman came in. I didn't know in advance when they came to me. Wait a minute, I'll pour you a bowl of water. With that, An Daoman went to the cupboard to get a teacup.

"Senior An, don't be busy. It's a key matter for me to come to you!" Wu Song expressed his meaning in a tone that best reflects the importance of things.

"What's the key?" Andao smiled and brushed his beard with his hand: "Of course, today is the day when Dutou is engaged to the sea sand girl. Life is extremely important. Of course, it is important. I'm going out now to plan the building earlier to witness this moment.

"Senior An." Wu Song tried his best to control his crazy mood: "If I guess correctly, you won't go directly to the Osmanthus Tower after leaving the government office. You will go somewhere else to do something that takes about an hour, and then go to the Osmanthus Tower. Isn't that right?

"How do you know this?" An Daoman was a little shocked.

"Senior An, you must know some secrets, please tell me. With your strength alone, it is irreversible, and the result may be a tragedy that you didn't imagine. Wu Song's words are sincere.

"Wu Song, I do these things secretly. It's not that I don't want to tell you, but I don't think young people should worry so much. It's enough to have an old man like me to shield you from the wind and rain and resolve your bad luck. I'm curious. There's no reason for you to know anything about these things. How do you know? An Daoman's attitude became solemn.

"Because." Wu Song sighed: "I come from the future. I returned to the afternoon of August 8 from the night of August when the moon was hanging.