The weather in July is suffocatingly hot.

In the evening, there were traffic in front of the Greek mythology gate. Wang Mo, the security guard who was supposed to guide the vehicle, stood by the side of the curb, staring blankly at both sides of the road.

Wang Mo knew that in the next few minutes, there would be a car accident, and a girl in a white dress would fall into a pool of blood. He had to cheer up and not relax at all, so as to avoid the tragedy repeating in front of him.

Where is the person?

Why doesn't it appear yet?

Wang St's neck was sore, but within a radius of 100 meters, there was not even a woman in white clothes.

"It's so difficult to be Lei Feng once." Wang St wiped his sweat, muttered in his mouth, thinking secretly whether he would be dreaming when traveling 60 days.

"I'll go there right away..."

Just when Wang Mo suspected that he had a dream, suddenly, a graceful girl in a white dress hurriedly walked off the curb, answering the phone with one hand and blocking a taxi with the other, and traveling in a hurry.

"White dress!!!"

Wang String suddenly had a severe pain in his head. Without time to think, he suddenly rushed off the curb with an instinct, put his arm around the girl's slender waist and pulled it. However, because he was caught off guard, he used too much force and fell on the curb with the girl at the same time.

Ga!

Accompanied by the harsh sound of brakes, a whistling dump truck was dragging a brake mark of more than ten meters long and stopped in front of him. The place where Wang Fan and the girl fell, at most ten centimeters away from the pitch-black brake mark, was extremely dangerous.

"You can't walk with eyes? You're looking for death!"

The dump truck driver poked his head out and cursed at the stupid girl Wang who was lying on the ground. He stepped on the accelerator and the dump truck left amid the roar of the engine. Behind the rut, there was a wreckage of the mobile phone on the ground.

The girl, who was still in shock, got up and found the surviving mobile phone card from the wreckage of her phone.

"Thank you uncle." The embarrassed girl thanked Wang Mo while reaching out to stop the taxi.

"uncle……"

"Uncle, I have something urgent to do. I will definitely treat you to dinner when I come back."

“…”

Wang Mo, who was stunned by the girl's uncle's call, had not had time to speak, but the girl had already gotten into a taxi and left.

"Auntie! Do I look like an uncle?"

Wang Mo cursed at the taxi's butt, but unfortunately the taxi did not stop. However, you could see from a distance that the girl poked her head and looked back. She must have heard Wang Mo scold her.

Wang Mo cursed and patted the dust on the security guard's uniform, and lamented that he was unlucky. Originally, Wang Mo thought that even if he didn't get a big red envelope, he would have the chance to meet a beautiful woman. As a result, he was almost hit and killed, and was called uncle by a girl who was not much younger than him. This was unbearable!

"Am I very old..."

Wang Fan, who was indignant, walked to the mirror decoration of the KTV hall and took a look. Looking at the image of the unshaven uncle in the mirror, he immediately became petrified.

No wonder others called him uncle, he hadn't shaved for a full week.

Although it was already evening, the sun was still strong. The business of Greek mythology KTV had not reached its peak, and Wang Fan, who was in charge of security work, did nothing.

Wang Mo was walking at the door, his eyes kept watching the tropical rainforest performing arts hall next to him.

For a whole week, Wang Mo was looking for a fortune teller.

There is an open space in front of the tropical rainforest performing arts hall in City C. It is a place where fortune tellers gather. Every day, there are blind men, monks and Taoists sitting on small stools to attract business.

As the sun sets and dusk falls, more and more fake Taoist priests and monks are cheating. Some are like gods, some are fairy-like, some are vicious, and all kinds of props are also made. Brown cards such as "Yi Xue Xiang Master" and "President of Fortune Telling Association" are also hung on their chests one after another. In short, the more props that can make people believe, the better.

Slowly, some good men and women who were temporarily cramming took the bait, and the "masters" began to eloquently guide the country, touched their bones and looked at their appearance, divined and eliminated disasters, and took money with a smile...

...

Seeing the "masters" occupying some favorable positions, Wang Fan secretly thought that it had been a week, and the Taoist priests should have appeared in the past few days.

Suddenly, Wang Mo's eyes lit up.

Under the street light, an old man in a black Taoist robe came late with a small wooden stool in his hand and found an inconspicuous corner to sit down.

Before the old Taoist could sit firmly, Wang St rushed forward and grabbed the old Taoist's robe.

"Hahaha, I finally found you. You owe me two cigarettes!" Wang Stupid laughed proudly.

"What are you doing? Do I know you?" The old Taoist was suddenly caught by Wang Mo, with a confused look on his face.

"Hmph, of course you don't know me now. In a few days, you will know me. Then, we bet, you said that you can travel to Qin Dynasty. If you lose, you will lose two cigarettes for me. As a result, I didn't go to Qin Dynasty, but went back 60 days ago. What we already knew, but after 60 days, you don't know me anymore... Hey... it's too complicated. Anyway, you owe me two cigarettes, you have to give me, and you have to give me if you don't give me! Also, after I failed to travel through time, I fell into a headache. You have to cure me, otherwise you have to pay money..."

"Ah..." The old Taoist looked at Wang Fan with a dull look on his face, his mouth was so open that he could stuff an egg.

"Don't understand?" Wang Mo suddenly became anxious. What he was most worried about was that the old Taoist could not understand his words. After all, according to time, the two of them had not yet met at this time, and there was no inexplicable bet.

"I understand." The old Taoist looked at the Taoist robe that was grabbed by Wang St. Wang, and guessed that if he didn't admit it, this guy wouldn't let go.

"Hehe, just understand, bring the cigarette!" Wang Mo suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I am willing to accept the loss of the bet! If I don't have cigarettes on my body, I will just convert them into cash. What kind of cigarettes were our bets at the beginning?" The old Taoist was a bachelor, and he immediately took out a wallet, opened it, revealing a thick stack of banknotes.

"It's... the Supreme Lord of Nine Five..." Looking at the thick banknotes in the old Taoist's wallet, Wang Mo's eyes lit up and immediately changed the King of Furong to the Supreme Lord of Nine Five. In fact, he grew up in May C and had never seen what the Supreme Lord of Nine Five looked like, and he didn't know how much it cost. He just read the news and said that the cigarettes like the Supreme Lord of Nine Five are very expensive.

"…Nine Five Supreme?" The old Taoist gaze stopped and showed a look of suspicion.

"Yes, it's the Supreme Lord of Nine Five!" Wang Mo was full of righteousness, righteousness and decisiveness.

"Okay, the Supreme Nine Five is Supreme Nine Five, this is two thousand yuan." The old Taoist seemed to be anxious to leave, and did not want to get entangled with Wang Mo. He counted two thousand yuan and handed it to Wang Mo. He turned around and left, not even the small wooden stool, with a hurried look on his face.

"Hey, don't leave!" Wang Stick grabbed the old Taoist robe, "What should I do if I have a headache?"

"Heart?"

"Yes, I only fell into the root of a headache after failing to travel through time."

"This... I just understand some five elements techniques. I am not a doctor. I cannot cure you. Otherwise... do you still want to go to the Qin Dynasty?" The old Taoist thought for a while and asked.

"Qin Chao...I have to think about this."

Wang St was stunned. At the beginning, he was sure that the old Taoist was a liar, but he didn't expect that the old Taoist really had some skills. Although he did not let him go to the Qin Dynasty, he was allowed to go back to 60 days ago. If he was really allowed to go to the Qin Dynasty, he would not have the courage to go to the chaos of Qin Dynasty.

"Well, you think about it first. We will make an appointment to meet here when you traveled through time last time. If you are willing to go to the Qin Dynasty, I will help you go to the Qin Dynasty. If you are unwilling to go, I will let you go back to the previous time. Everything will be normal, and the headache will naturally disappear."

"One word is determined."

"It's hard to chase after all!"

...

Watching the old Taoist leave quickly, Wang Mo touched the thick stack of banknotes in his pants pocket, smiling. This feeling of getting something for nothing was comfortable.

"Wang Damn, you idiot, why are you wandering around when you go to work?" A middle-aged man in a black suit cursed at Wang Damn in front of the Greek mythology KTV.

"Here comes..."

Wang String suddenly had a headache, and hurriedly endured the headache, trotted back to the KTV door with a flattering look on his face to guide the parking. Wang String dared not offend Manager Chen, who had a gangster background. It is said that those who watched Greek mythology all called him brothers.

In the eyes of many people, Wang Stupid is just a security guard who is a bit despicable and timid, and occasionally harms others for his own benefit.

At this time, the bustling city was already full of brilliance, and the originally deserted KTV was already full of traffic and people came and went.

No one noticed Wang St, because no one would notice a security guard, even if he passed by him, in the eyes of many people, the security guard was a robot without thoughts. A robot had no joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.

Wang Fan, who was traveling through the flow of people and traffic, was scolded from time to time. He still worked hard because he had no choice. This was his job. Even if he hated this job, he would try his best to do it. After all, this is professional ethics unless he didn't want to do it.

If it were in the past, Wang Mo would not care about these discrimination and ignorance, but now, he is always in pain, because whenever he is scolded and discriminated against, a headache will occur, like bombs exploded in his head, making him feel in pain.

"Above the moon..." Wang St's copycat phone rang loudly.

Wang Mo took out his cell phone and opened it. The caller ID was the phone of his ex-girlfriend Yingzi. Wang Mo hung up immediately without thinking.

"Above the moon..." Wang St's phone just hung up, and the fierce ringtone rang again.

"Why don't you answer my phone?" Yingzi asked fiercely.

"Ah... I accidentally pressed it." Wang St lowered his eyebrows and looked pleased, because he suddenly realized that he had not broken up with Yingzi yet. He didn't want to answer the phone, but he thought that he could have a shot with his ex at night, so he immediately changed his mind and decided to "renew his relationship" at night.

"Hmph! What are you doing?" Yingzi snorted coldly and asked.

"at work."

"Oh, please book a private room for me."

"What are you doing? Greek mythology is very expensive!"

"I have a few high school classmates coming here today... Don't worry, just book a private room, and you don't want to pay for it, and someone will pay."

"But……"

Before Wang Shi could say anything, Yingzi had already hung up the phone, and there was a busy voice in the phone.

"Bang!"
Chapter completed!