Chapter 193 Tao Yuming Comes to the Door (1/2)

Tao Yuming's breath hitched for a moment.

sleep well?

Sleeping soundly until dawn?

These two words were not spoken by Yu Hao or Duan Zhou.

They crawled out from the grave of his past life memories, word by word, with a chilling coldness.

He remembers.

How could he not remember!

In my past life, there was indeed a period when everyone in the educated youth settlement slept like they'd been knocked unconscious, yet were strangely energetic during the day.

But not now!

Not at the beginning of 1966!

But exactly one year later, at the same point in 1967!

Everything... has happened ahead of schedule.

A whole year.

A sharp, icy chill ran up his spine, instantly gripping his heart and chilling his blood to the bone.

Tao Yuming stared blankly at the leaping flames in the stove.

The orange-red light reflected on his face, but it made him feel as if his skin had become a frozen, brittle piece of paper, which would shatter at the slightest touch.

One thought made his jaw chatter.

Could it be... because of me?

Because of my rebirth, this butterfly that unintentionally flapped its wings has completely turned the trajectory of the future into a deadly mess.

"Hey kid, what are you daydreaming about?"

Yu Hao nudged him with his elbow and grinned.

Missing your wife?

This stab almost shattered Tao Yuming's soul.

He snapped back to reality, his facial muscles stiffening. He tried to laugh, but his lips only twitched slightly, and his expression was extremely ugly.

"No, it's just that what you guys are saying... seems a bit creepy."

Duan Zhou scraped the last bit of cornmeal porridge into the bowl, slurped it up, and scalded it, breathing heavily: "What's so strange about it! You need to sleep well and eat well to have the energy to earn work points! You, a cultured man, are always thinking about useless things."

Tao Yuming didn't say anything more, but just lowered his head and silently added firewood to the stove.

The firelight flickered uncertainly in his eyes.

Over the next few days, he became a meticulous observer, a silent shadow.

Not only Yu Hao and Duan Zhou, but everyone in the educated youth settlement mentioned that they had been sleeping particularly well lately.

No one gets up at night, and no one talks in their sleep.

A group of hormone-fueled young people slept as if in collective hibernation.

This in itself is the biggest problem.

As night fell, he tried everything to stay awake, pinching the tender flesh of his thighs and splashing his face with ice water freshly drawn from the well, but he could not dispel the overwhelming drowsiness that was forcefully engulfing his consciousness.

He also discovered that every night after the lights were turned off, a very faint sweet fragrance would briefly drift into the air.

The taste was unremarkable, but it was definitely not something this impoverished village should have.

Human-made.

This conclusion caused cold sweat to pour down Tao Yuming's back, soaking his old cotton-padded jacket and making it stick coldly to his skin.

He was at least a university professor in his previous life, so he still has some logic.

The person who could take down the entire educated youth settlement using such stealthy methods was definitely not a kind soul.

Who is it?

Is it An Sanchuan, who always huddled in a corner, looking sickly and with gloomy eyes?

Or is there something even more sinister hidden in the educated youth settlements?

A thick fog trapped Tao Yuming completely. He felt like a blind man walking alone in the dead of night, surrounded by unseen traps and lurking eyes, not even knowing who to ask for help.

no.

This can't go on any longer.

One night, when he was awakened from his deep sleep again, feeling the suffocating sensation that his bladder was about to burst, he finally made up his mind.

He can no longer carry this stone that could kill someone by himself.

He needs an assistant.

A person who is strong and calm enough to cut through this mess with a single stroke.

The first and only image that came to mind was Yan Yu.

The man who, in his previous life, single-handedly pulled him back from the brink of death when the mountains were blocked by heavy snow.