The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 258: It’s all Annan!

However, it is different from all previous nightmares.

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

It was like a ghost pressing down on the bed... His consciousness had gradually returned to consciousness, but he still could not open his eyes or move his body.

There seemed to be fire burning all around.

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

Annan vaguely felt someone standing in front of his bed, breathing heavily amid the fire.

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

There were tears in his eyes, and he vaguely saw a thin figure facing him, raising the ax held in both hands high——

The next moment, Annan suddenly woke up.

He felt the energetic sunshine.

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

Raise your head and look towards the sunlight.

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

And Annan himself was in the wheat field.

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

For some reason...the surging wheat waves reminded Annan of the way a golden retriever's fur billows in the wind.

Annan checked himself.

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

His limbs are thin and dark, with some loose skin. His clothes were simple and plain, and he had a **** beside him.

It can be seen from this that the role he plays now should be an old farmer...

The main mission still has not appeared, and the introduction of the plot has not happened.

This map is too empty...

Annan was thinking in his mind and stood up with his **** to look around.

He soon saw the endless wheat fields extending infinitely to the east. 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 stared in that direction blankly.

Behind Annan, someone suddenly patted him gently.

"Yo, Uncle."

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

Annan turned around and was suddenly startled.

The person calling him from behind was a young man with messy yellow hair like withered grass who looked to be in his early twenties.

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

Could it be that my body was on him?

Annan soon realized something was wrong.

It's not so much that he looks exactly like me...it's better to say that he looks like "Annan in his twenties." Although Annan is one year older, he is still too young.

The face of this person is similar to the "adult version" Annan in another otherworldly nightmare.

...but what should he be called?

Annan was thinking, but he directly replied: "What are you doing here?"

"Of course I want to see the sun."

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

"It is indeed beautiful."

Annan nodded and agreed.

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

The young man murmured in a low voice.

"What?"

Annan asked.

He actually heard it, but Annan decided to ask again - from the other party's response, he could get some information.

The young man just shook his head: "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 to eat."

"Then take me one?"

Annan asked tentatively.

"Don't you have anything else to do today?"

The young man asked rhetorically.

Annan paused.

"No more."

He replied.

Afterwards, before Annan could say anything else.

The scene Annan was in automatically switched——

From the wheat field, he suddenly moved to the inside of the building.

——It’s like entering the settlement stage.

Annan immediately observed the surroundings.

There is no TV, but there is an old-fashioned refrigerator and radio, which can be determined to be from the modern era of the earth; there are several well-tended ornamental plants in the corners, and there is no bed in the living room... It should not be That kind of small apartment.

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 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 is made of wood, and there are noisy sounds coming from outside. It sounded like relatives chatting loudly in the hallway, with a warm, headache-inducing feeling.

There are many pieces of paper taped to the wall next to Annan, and something seems to be written on them...

But Annan cannot check it out.

The room door opened.

Three people entered the room from outside.

One is an old woman sitting in a metal wheelchair and wearing a white velvet hat; the other is a skinny child who looks to be only twelve or thirteen years old; the other is a strong man pushing a wheelchair who gives off a calm feeling - he He looks extremely strong, and his arms are even thicker than human thighs.

What they have in common is.

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

In other words, it is the face 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 his name really Huang Mao?

Anan was stunned for a moment.

"Okay, okay, old lady."

Huang Mao, who put his legs on the table, said impatiently: "Of course, I will go back to work tomorrow.

"That's right, Tinker!"

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

His too rough behavior caused the candlestick on the table to shake and almost fall over. The strong man on the side immediately held down the candlestick firmly and put it back in place.

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

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

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

Huang Mao affirmed: "Let's turn its time back to yesterday."

"Okay."

The child said this, reaching out and pressing the watch.

Under Annan's gaze - the hands of the watch remained motionless for a while, and then suddenly began to reverse. It didn't stop until it pointed to 5:45.

"I am back to the time I was yesterday."

The Tinker replied: "Is there anything else broken?"

"No more," Huang Mao sat down again with a playful smile, and re-stretched his legs on the table. Then he suddenly thought of it and added: "Thank you, tinker."

At this moment, the door opened again.

A fat pregnant woman, weighing at least 300 pounds, complained loudly and struggled to squeeze in through the door: "Doctor, I feel very uncomfortable recently...am I going to give birth?"

"Let me see, ma'am."

The strong man quickly responded in a deep voice.

He pushed the old woman's wheelchair to the table, then turned around and helped the fat pregnant woman sit down at the table. Because she was too fat, she took the seat of two people.

——This strong man is actually a doctor?

Annan was a little surprised. ~IndoMTL.com~ I saw the strong man lightly touching the pregnant woman's abdomen, and then retracted his hand calmly: "The due date is tomorrow.

"Eat less today and sleep well tonight... By this time tomorrow, I will almost give birth."

Tomorrow, tomorrow again...

Annan thought.

These people seem to have the ability to control time. And they all seem to have something to do with "tomorrow"...

The old man, the old woman, Huang Mao, the doctor, the tinker, the lady, plus the sister who is cooking.

There should be another person who is right.

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