Chapter 258: It's All Annan!

However, unlike all previous nightmares.

After hearing the introduction, Annan didn't wake up immediately, nor did he hear it.

It's like a ghost pressing a bed... His consciousness has gradually recovered, but he still can't open his eyes or move his body.

There seemed to be a great fire burning all around.

The crackling sound of burning wood came from time to time, and the smoke filled the surroundings. Annan could smell the smell of burnt... It wasn't just the smell of burnt wood.

Annan vaguely felt someone standing in front of his bed, panting heavily in the midst of the fire.

At this moment, amidst the smoke, Annan reluctantly opened his eyes by a line.

His eyes were filled with tears, and he vaguely saw a thin figure facing him, raising the ax held tightly in both hands——

The next moment, Annan woke up suddenly.

He felt the sunshine of great vitality.

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

He raised his head and looked towards the sunlight.

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

And Annan himself is in the wheat field.

The wind blows the wheat field, turning it slowly under the brilliant golden sunset.

For some reason... the roiling wheat waves instantly reminded Annan of the golden retriever's fur roiling in the wind.

Annan checked himself.

He unexpectedly discovered that although it was a nightmare at the level of another world, what Annan used was not his own body.

His limbs were thin and dark, with loose skin. The clothes on his body are simple and plain, and there is a hoe beside him.

It can be seen from this that the role I am playing now should be an old farmer...

The main task still did not appear, nor did the lead-in plot happen.

This map is too vast...

Annan thought to himself,

Holding his hoe, he got up and looked around.

He soon saw that this endless wheat field was extending infinitely to the east. And not far away under the setting sun in the west, there is a small village that is not too big... You can even see the smoke rising slowly and dissipating in the air.

Just when Annan was staring in that direction blankly.

Behind Annan, someone suddenly patted him indifferently.

"Yo, Uncle."

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

Annan turned his head and was suddenly taken aback.

Calling himself behind him was a young man with withered yellow hair and messy hair who seemed to be in his early twenties.

But what caught Annan's attention... his face was exactly the same as his own!

Could it be that his body was on him?

Soon Annan realized something was wrong.

Rather than saying that he looks exactly like himself...it might be better to say that he looks like "Annan in his twenties". Although Annan is one year older, he is still too tender.

The face of this person is similar to the "adult version" of Annan in another alien-level nightmare before.

...but what should he be called?

Annan thought about it, but he replied directly: "What are you doing here?"

"To see the sun, of course."

The young man replied crisply: "Don't you think the sunset is beautiful, Aunt?"

"It's really beautiful."

Annan nodded, agreeing.

"It would be great if we could see such a sunset tomorrow."

The young man murmured in a low voice.

"what?"

Annan asked.

He actually heard it, but Annan decided to ask it anyway - some information could be knocked out from the other party's response.

But the young man just shook his head: "Nothing."

"Where are you going back?"

Annan asked.

"Go to my sister's."

The young man thought for a while 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 young man asked back.

Annan paused.

"there is none left."

he replied.

After that, before Annan could say anything else.

The scene Annan is in is automatically switched——

From the wheat field, it suddenly shifted to the inside of the building.

——It's like entering the settlement stage.

Annan immediately observed the surroundings.

There is no TV, but there are old-fashioned refrigerators and radios. It can be confirmed that it should be in the modern age of the earth; there are several well-cared-for ornamental plants in the corner, and there is no bed in the living room...it should not be that kind of very Small size.

Occupying more than half of the room is a large round table. There are eight seats around the round table. From the size of the seats to the table, it looks like the size of a room for ten people in a hotel.

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

The door of the room was made of wood, and there were loud noises from outside. It sounds like the feeling of relatives chatting loudly in the hallway, giving people a hot and headache feeling.

There are many pieces of paper on the wall beside Annan, and there seems to be something written on it...

But Annan couldn't check to see.

The door of the room 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 thin child who looks only twelve or thirteen years old; Strong, with arms even thicker than human thighs.

And that's what they have in common.

The old woman, the little boy, the strong man...the faces of each of them are exactly the same as Annan's.

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

"Yellow hair!"

The old woman sitting in a wheelchair with her head tilted, shouted as soon as she entered the door: "You have to come to work tomorrow no matter what!"

...Is he really Huangmao?

Annan was taken aback.

"Okay, old lady."

Huang Mao, whose legs were resting on the table, said impatiently: "Definitely, I will definitely go back to work tomorrow.

"Yes, Tinker!"

As Huang Mao said, he turned over and sat up from the table: "Show me this...he won't turn my watch."

His rude behavior caused the candlestick on the table to shake and almost fell over. The strong man on the side immediately pressed the candlestick firmly and put it back to its original place.

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

The child took the watch, checked it, and asked in a professional manner, "When did it stop spinning?"

"When I saw it this afternoon, it was gone. But I'm sure it was yesterday!"

Huang Mao affirmed: "Rewind its time back to yesterday."

"Fine."

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

Under Annan's gaze - the hands of the watch remained still for a while, and then suddenly started to reverse. It kept turning until it pointed to 5:45 before finally stopping.

"I'm back to this time yesterday."

"The Tinker" replied, "Anything else that's broken?"

"It's gone," Huangmao sat down again with a hippie smile, crossed his legs on the table again, and then suddenly thought of it and added: "Thank you, Tinker."

At this moment, the door opened again.

A fat pregnant woman who was at least three hundred catties went straight, complained loudly, and squeezed through the door with difficulty: "Doctor, I feel very uncomfortable recently... Am I going to give birth?"

"Let me see, ma'am."

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, she sat in the seat of two people.

——This strong man is actually a doctor?

Annan was a little surprised.

The strong man touched the pregnant woman's abdomen lightly, then calmly withdrew his hand: "The due date is tomorrow.

"Eat less today and get a good night's sleep... At this time tomorrow, the baby will almost be born."

Tomorrow, tomorrow again...

Annan pondered.

These people seem to have an 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 tinkerer, the lady, and the older sister who is cooking.

There should be another person right.

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