Chapter 1: Crossing 60 Days

Wang Chun patted the dust off his security uniform, grumbling to himself about his misfortune. Originally, Wang Chun thought that after risking his life to save someone, he would at least have the chance to encounter a beautiful woman, even if he didn't receive a generous reward. Instead, he nearly got run over and was called "uncle" by a girl who was not much younger than him. This was simply intolerable

Bang!

"It is ... ... the 95 Supreme ... ..." Looking at the thick stack of cash in the old Taoist's wallet, Wang Chun's eyes sparkled with excitement. He immediately switched from Furong Wang to 95 Supreme. In fact, he grew up in City C and had never seen what the 95 Supreme looked like, nor did he know how much it cost. He only heard from the news that the 95 Supreme cigarettes were very expensive

"Why aren't you answering my calls?" Yingzi questioned fiercely

Wang Chun viciously threw his phone to the ground, and the counterfeit Apple phone, which he had bought with two months' salary, immediately shattered into pieces.

For an entire week, Wang Chun had been searching for a fortune-telling Taoist priest

"You don't understand?" Wang Chundon was immediately anxious; his greatest fear was that the old Daoist could not comprehend his words. After all, based on the timeline, the two had not yet met, let alone the inexplicable wager.

Before the old Taoist could settle down, Wang Chun rushed forward in a single leap and grabbed the old Taoist's robe.

Filled with righteous indignation, Wang Chun walked over to the mirrored decor in the KTV lobby and took a glance. Upon seeing the scruffy, disheveled image of a lecherous uncle reflected in the mirror, he was instantly petrified

Just as Wang Chun was doubting whether he had experienced a dream, suddenly, a graceful young girl in a white dress hurriedly stepped off the curb behind him, answering a phone call with one hand while hailing a taxi with the other, her demeanor rushed.

However ... ...

The Qin Dynasty ... ... this, I need to think about it

Wang Chunchong cursed loudly at the taxi's rear, but unfortunately, the taxi did not stop. However, from a distance, one could see that the young girl leaned out her head to look back, likely having heard Wang Chunchong's insults at her

Watching one "master" after another occupy advantageous positions, Wang Chun secretly calculated that it had been a week, and the Taoist should appear in the next few days

Under the streetlight, an old man dressed in a black robe arrived slowly, carrying a small wooden stool in his hands, and took a seat in an inconspicuous corner

Yes, it is the Supreme Nine-Five! Wang Chun is full of righteousness, with a dignified demeanor, resolute and unwavering.

Uncle

Here it comes...

Where is the person

"Haha, I finally found you! You owe me two cigarettes!" Wang Chuan laughed triumphantly.

Ah... Old Dao stared blankly at Wang Chuan, his mouth agape as if it could fit an egg.

A team of four horses is hard to chase after

Hmph! What are you doing?" Yingzi let out a cold snort and asked

"Alright, the Nine-Five Supreme is the Nine-Five Supreme, here are two thousand." The old man seemed eager to leave, not wanting to get entangled with Wang Chun. He counted out two thousand and handed it to Wang Chun, then turned to leave, not even taking the small wooden stool, his face showing signs of haste.

Today, I have a few high school classmates coming over... You don't need to worry about it, just book a private room; it won't cost you anything, someone will take care of the bill.

Accompanied by the piercing sound of brakes, a gravel truck screeched to a halt, leaving a brake mark of over ten meters in length. Wang Chun and the girl fell just ten centimeters away from that dark brake mark, a truly harrowing moment

Above the Moon ... ... '' Wang Chuan's counterfeit phone rang out with a resounding song

In front of the tropical rainforest performance hall in City C, there is an open space that serves as a gathering place for fortune tellers. Every day, blind individuals, monks, and Taoist priests sit on small stools to attract business

No wonder others call him uncle; he hasn't shaved for a whole week.

In the past, Wang Chuan was indifferent to such discrimination and neglect; however, now he finds himself in constant torment. This is because every time he is scolded or discriminated against, his headache condition flares up, akin to bombs exploding in his head, causing him unbearable pain

At this moment, the bustling city is already radiant with lights, and the once desolate KTV entrance is now bustling with traffic and a constant flow of people.

Wang Chun knew that within the next few minutes, an accident would occur, and a girl dressed in a white dress would fall into a pool of blood. He had to be fully alert, not daring to relax in the slightest, to prevent the tragedy from repeating before him

White dress

This... I only understand some techniques of the Five Elements and am not a doctor, so I cannot treat your illness. How about this... Do you still wish to go to the Qin Dynasty?

Watching the old priest leave in a hurry, Wang Chun touched the thick stack of banknotes in his pocket, his face beaming with joy; this feeling of gaining without effort was simply delightful

Hmph, you certainly do not know me now, but in a few days, you will come to know me. Then, we made a bet; you said you could transport me to the Qin Dynasty. If you lost, you would owe me two cigarettes. As it turned out, I did not go to the Qin Dynasty, but instead returned to 60 days ago. Now, we had already known each other, but after going back 60 days, you no longer recognize me... Huh... It's too complicated. In any case, you owe me two cigarettes, and you must give them to me, whether you like it or not! Huh... It's too complicated. In any case, you owe me two cigarettes, and you must give them to me, whether you like it or not! Also, after my failed time travel, I ended up with a headache that has become a chronic issue, and you need to help me get better; otherwise, you will have to compensate me...

Wang Chun took out his phone, opened it, and saw that the caller ID was his ex and his current girlfriend Yingzi. Without a second thought, Wang Chun immediately hung up.

Ah!

"It is not easy to be a Lei Feng even once." Wang Chun wiped the sweat from his brow, muttering to himself, secretly wondering if it was a dream to have crossed 60 days.

Wang Chun was taken aback. Initially, he was convinced that the old Taoist was a fraud, but he did not expect that the old Taoist actually had some skills. Although he did not send him to the chaotic Qin Dynasty, he did manage to send him back 60 days. If he had truly been sent to the tumultuous Qin Dynasty, he would not have had the courage to face it.

Indeed, ever since the failure of the time travel, I have been plagued by a persistent headache.

Wang Chun, who weaves through the crowd and traffic, occasionally faces scolding, yet he continues to work diligently and without complaint. This is because he has no choice; it is his job. Even if he despises this work, he strives to do it well, after all, this is professional ethics, unless he no longer wishes to continue.

Headache

The driver of the dump truck stuck his head out, shouted a curse at the foolish girl named Wang who was lying on the ground, and with a stomp on the accelerator, the dump truck sped away amidst the roar of the engine, leaving behind a ground strewn with the wreckage of mobile phones.

A word is a promise

Wang Chun was wandering at the entrance, his eyes constantly glancing towards the adjacent Tropical Rainforest Performance Hall

Hehe, as long as you understand, bring me the cigarette! Wang Chundun immediately let out a long sigh of relief

Understood. The old master looked at the Daoist robe tightly grasped by Wang Chuan, estimating that if he did not admit it, this fellow would not let go.

As the sun sets in the west and dusk falls, the number of fraudulent Taoist priests and monks engaging in deception continues to rise. Some present themselves in a dog-like manner, others exude an air of celestial elegance, while some appear fierce and menacing. A variety of props make their grand entrance, and badges such as "Master of Yi Studies" and "President of the Fortune-Telling Association" are successively displayed on their chests. In short, the more convincing props one has, the better.

Wang Chun's neck has become sore from looking around, yet within a radius of one hundred meters, there is not a single woman in white clothing to be seen.

Do I look very old

Aunt! Do I look like an uncle?

The girl, with a face full of shock, got up and frantically searched through the wreckage of her phone to find the surviving SIM card.

... ...

At work

The phrase "Nine Five Supreme?" caused the old Daoist to pause, revealing a look of doubt.

Gradually, some temporary devotees seeking last-minute help fell into the trap, and the "masters" began to speak eloquently, offering guidance on the world, examining bones and faces, divining fortunes to avert disasters, and happily accepting money

Suddenly, Wang Chun's eyes lit up

Ah... I accidentally pressed it." Wang Chun had a submissive expression, because he suddenly realized that he had not yet broken up with Yingzi. Originally unwilling to answer the call, he thought that he could still have a fling with his ex in the evening, and immediately changed his mind, deciding to "rekindle the romance" that night.

Hey, hey, don't go!" Wang Chuan grabbed the old priest's robe, "What should I do about my headache?"

The weather in July is suffocatingly hot

Wang Chun, who was taken aback by the girl calling him "uncle" repeatedly, had not yet had the chance to speak when the girl had already gotten into a taxi and disappeared into the distance

Above the Moon ... ... '' Just after Wang Chun hung up the phone, the fierce ringtone rang out once again

Well, you can think it over first. Let's meet here at the same time as when you traveled last. If you are willing to go to the Qin Dynasty, I will help you get there. If you do not wish to go, I will send you back to your previous time, and everything will return to normal, thus your headache will naturally disappear

In the evening, the entrance to Greek mythology was bustling with traffic. The security guard, Wang Chun, who was supposed to direct the vehicles, stood by the curb, his eyes fixed blankly on both sides of the road

May the loser accept the bet! I have no cigarettes on me, so let’s convert it to cash. What was our original wager in terms of cigarettes? The old priest is quite straightforward, as he immediately pulls out a wallet from www.hetushucomcom, opens it, revealing a thick stack of banknotes.

Thank you, Uncle. The disheveled girl thanked Wang Chun while reaching out to hail a taxi

Walking without looking? Are you seeking death

Wang Chun suddenly felt a sharp headache, but he quickly endured the pain and ran back to the front of the KTV with a fawning expression to guide the parking. Wang Chun dared not offend Manager Chen, who had connections to the underworld; it was said that even those overseeing the venues in Greek mythology were on friendly terms with him.

... ...

"Wang Chun, you fool, what are you wandering around for during work hours?" A middle-aged man in a black suit shouted at Wang Chun in front of the Greek Mythology KTV.

Why has it not appeared yet

What are you doing? Do I know you? The old priest was suddenly caught by Wang Chun, looking completely bewildered

What are you doing? Greek mythology is very expensive

Although it is already evening, the sunlight remains intense, and the business at the Greek Mythology KTV has not yet reached its peak. Wang Chun, who is responsible for security, finds himself with nothing to do.

Before Wang Chun could say anything, Yingzi had already hung up the phone, leaving a series of busy tones in the receiver.

Oh, please help me book a private room

In the eyes of many, Wang Chun is merely a somewhat despicable and timid security guard who occasionally acts to benefit himself at the expense of others

... ...

Uncle, I have an urgent matter to attend to. I will definitely treat you to a meal when I return

No one noticed Wang Chun's existence, because no one pays attention to a security guard, even when passing by him. In the eyes of many, a security guard is merely a thoughtless robot. A robot does not experience joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness.

Wang Chuntou suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head. Without time to think, driven by instinct, he abruptly jumped off the curb, wrapping his arm around the slender waist of the young girl and pulling her close. However, due to the unexpected nature of the situation and his excessive force, they both fell onto the curb at the same time.

I will be there shortly