The Righteous Player(s) - Chapter 1234

[Chapter 258 It’s All Annan!]

However, unlike all previous nightmares.

After hearing the introduction, Annan did not wake up or hear it immediately.

It’s like a ghost press… His consciousness has gradually regained consciousness, but he can’t open his eyes or move his body.

There seemed to be fires burning around.

The crackling of burning wood came from time to time, and smoke filled the surroundings.

Annan could smell the smell of scorch… it wasn’t just the smell of burnt wood.

Annan vaguely felt that someone was standing in front of his bed panting in the fire.

At this moment, in the smoke, Annan reluctantly opened his eyes just a line.

There were tears in his eyes, and he vaguely saw a thin figure facing him, raising the axe clenched in both hands –

the next moment, Annan suddenly woke up.

He felt the radiant sunlight.

Like a solar charging panel, Annan quickly regained his vitality under the sunlight.

He raised his head and looked at the sun.

The huge sunset hung in the sky, emitting a brilliant golden light.

And Annan himself was in a wheat field.

The wind blew the wheat fields, turning them slowly under the golden sunset.

I don’t know why… The surging wheat waves made Annan think of the golden retriever’s fur surging in the wind in an instant.

Annan checked himself.

He unexpectedly discovered that although it was an alien-level nightmare, what Annan used was not his own body.

His limbs were thin and dark, with loose skin.

He was dressed simply and plainly, with a hoe by his side.

From this, it can be seen that the role I play now should be an old farmer…

The main quest still didn’t appear, and the import story didn’t happen either.

This map is too empty…

Annan pondered in his heart,

got up and looked around with his hoe.

He soon saw that this endless wheat field was extending infinitely to the east.

And not far from the setting sun in the west, there is a small village that is not very large… You can even see the smoke rising slowly and dissipating in the air.

Just when Annan stared blankly in that direction.

Behind Annan, someone suddenly patted him lightly.

“Yo, Abo.”

A somewhat frivolous voice came: “What are you looking at?”

Annan turned around and was shocked.

The one who shouted to himself from behind was a young man with hay-like yellow hair who looked like he was in his early twenties.

But what caught Annan’s attention… His face was exactly the same as his own!

Is his body on him?

Annan soon realized that something was wrong.

It’s not so much that he looks exactly like himself… It’s better to say that he looks like “Annan in his twenties”.

Although Annan is a year older, he is still too tender.

This person’s face is similar to the “adult version” of Annan’s previous “adult” Annan in another otherworldly nightmare.

…but what should he be called?

Annan pondered, but he replied directly: “What are you doing here?”

“Of course it’s to see the sun.” The

young man replied neatly: “Don’t you think this sunset is beautiful, Abo?”

“Indeed It

‘s beautiful.”

Annan nodded and agreed.

“It would be great if we could see such a sunset tomorrow.” The

youth murmured in a low voice.

“What?”

Annan asked.

He actually heard it, but Annan decided to ask – from the other party’s response, you can knock out some information.

The young man just shook his head: “It’s nothing.”

“Where are you going back?”

Annan asked.

“Go to my sister’s place.” The

young man thought for a moment and replied, “Go to her place for dinner.”

“Then take me one?”

Annan asked tentatively.

“Don’t you have anything else to do today?” the

youth asked rhetorically.

Annan paused.

“No,”

he replied.

Then, without waiting for Annan to say anything.

The scene Annan was in automatically switched –

from the wheat field, to the inside of the building.

——It’s like entering the settlement stage.

Annan looked around for the first time.

There is no TV, but there are old-fashioned refrigerators and radios. It can be determined that it should be in the modern era of the earth; there are several well-kept ornamental plants in the corners, and the living room in which it is located has no bed… It should not be that kind of very Small apartment.

Occupying more than half of the room was a large round table.

There are eight seats around the round table, and the size from the seats to the table looks like the size of a ten-person hotel room.

There are windows on the west side outside, and the angle is just right to see the golden sunset outside.

The door to the room was made of wood, and there was a loud noise from outside.

It sounds like the feeling of relatives chatting loudly in the hallway, giving people a warm and headache.

There were many scraps of paper on the wall beside Annan, and it seemed that something was written on it…

But Annan couldn’t check it out.

The room door opened.

Three people from outside entered the room together.

One is an old woman sitting in a metal wheelchair and wearing a white velvet hat; the other is a skinny child who looks only twelve or thirteen years old; the other is a strong man who pushes the wheelchair and gives people a sense of calmness-he looks extraordinarily It is strong, and its arms are even thicker than a human thigh.

And what they have in common is that.

The old woman, the little boy, the strong man… Each of them has the same face as Annan.

In other words, it is the face that Annan “should have” in different identities.

“Yellow Hair!”

The old woman who was sitting in a wheelchair tilted her head and shouted as soon as she entered the door, “You have to come to work tomorrow no matter what you say!”

… Is he really called Huang Mao?

Annan was startled.

“Okay, old lady.”

Huang Mao, with his legs resting on the table, said impatiently: “Sure, I will go back to work tomorrow.

“By the way, tinker!

”

Huang Mao said, turned over and sat up from the table: “You show me this… He doesn’t turn my watch.”

”

His rude behavior caused the candlestick on the table to shake, and it almost fell over. The strong man on the side quickly held down the candlestick and put it back in place.

Huang Mao unfastened the mechanical watch on his left wrist. , and handed it to the thin child.

The child took the watch, checked it, and asked professionally, “When did it stop spinning?”

“When I saw it this afternoon, he had stopped spinning. But I’m sure it was yesterday. Turn it!”

Huang Mao affirmed: “Let’s rewind its time to yesterday.”

“Okay.” The

child said so, reaching out and pressing on the watch.

Under Annan’s gaze – the hands of the watch remained motionless for a while, and then suddenly began to reverse.

When he turned to point to five forty-five, he finally stopped.

“I’m back at this time yesterday.”

“The Tinker” replied, “Is there anything bad?”

“No, no,” Huang Mao sat down again with a hippy smile, and put his legs up on the table again. , and then suddenly thought of adding a sentence: “Thank you, tinker.”

At this moment, the door opened again.

A fat pregnant woman with a weight of at least 300 pounds, complaining loudly, squeezed through the door with difficulty: “Doctor, I’ve been feeling very bad recently… Am I going to give birth?”

“Let me see, ma’am.”

That The strong man quickly replied in a deep voice.

He pushed the old woman’s wheelchair to the table, then turned around and helped the fat pregnant woman to sit at the table.

Because she was too fat, one person sat in the position of two people.

——This strong man is actually a doctor?

Annan was a little surprised.

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I saw that the strong man lightly touched the pregnant woman’s abdomen, and then he calmly retracted his hand: “The due date is tomorrow.

“Eat less today, sleep well at night… This is tomorrow.

It’s almost time to give birth.

”

Tomorrow, tomorrow again…

Annan thought.

These people seem to have the ability about time.

And they all seem to have something to do with “tomorrow”… The

old man, the old woman, the yellow hair, the doctor, the tinker, the lady, and the sister who is cooking.

There should be another person.

Annan waited patiently for the last guest and turned his attention to the note on the wall.