Tree of Life Poacher's Skin Guardian's Soul

Name: Tree of Life Poacher's Skin Guardian's Soul
Author: Life Is Like A Dream But Not A Dream

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Ch. 3 — 第三次机会

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1996, Hoh Xil, Qinghai. Shen Xingran opened his eyes, holding a bloody knife in his hand, and in his ears was Li Yongqiang's sinister smile: "What are you doing standing still? Send Dorje on his way tonight!" There was a bang in his head - isn't this episode 2 of "The Tree of Life"? 18-Year-old Dong Zhiba died tonight. Then he discovered that he could go back five minutes? Ox. An urban young man who is familiar with all tragedies has traveled through time and become the lowest level member of a poaching gang. Three "five-minute inversions" a day, and each use comes with a price - nosebleeds, headaches, brief memory loss. He used this limited opportunity to "accidentally" sabotage poaching operations again and again: imitating the Tibetan antelope to call for warning, kicking the gun into the glacier, deliberately damaging the truck, and letting the trapped Tibetan antelope run away. The mountain patrol members began to think that this poacher was "evil" - every time they encountered him, they always managed to escape inexplicably. Dorje didn't know that someone had blocked the gun for him; Zacuo didn't know that the man wearing the ripped leather jacket had saved his life; He Qingyuan didn't even know that he was able to write a love letter to his sweetheart alive because someone used the last inversion to block the bullet for him. But the butterfly effect follows like a shadow: saving Dong Zhiba leads to another ambush in advance; saving Zhacuo makes Li Yongqiang suspect a mole. What's even more deadly is that - every reversal consumes his body, and there are still more than a dozen tragedies of the original play waiting for him. When the fate of Dorje's disappearance approached step by step, and when Li Yongqiang's gun was pointed at the back of his head, Shen Xingran had only one last reversal left. This time, he no longer just destroyed the blood-stained patrol road he wanted to rewrite with his own hands.