Although the mutilated text is like garbled characters, distorted, blurred, and even likely to collapse, Chen Feng's vision is still keen, and he can recognize what is written:

"The delivery task is successful...... The robe was killed and wounded...... How can you survive and breathe...... Our Lord will be ...... in the world."

Although there are a few words in it that are fragmentary and difficult to read, Chen Feng relied on his past research experience to piece them together, which is almost the meaning of these few sentences.

With the gray-black trench coat extraordinary, the 'pen' was inserted into the back of the werewolf's head. The werewolf no longer struggled, but only hissed and shouted, and the blood in his mouth gushed out, and he fell to the ground with a bang and died.

The other gray-black trench coat seemed to be the leader, reached out to probe the werewolf's breath, shook his head, and whispered, "The heart is broken, he's dead." ”

"The words of hell have been copied and can be finished." The extraordinary man who inserted the 'fountain pen' put the 'fountain pen' away. Then he squatted down, took out a folding body bag and shook it, immediately covering the werewolf corpse.

The other three extraordinary people in gray and black trench coats immediately gathered around to help.

Chen Feng stared at the development of this scene and had a lot of questions in his heart.

"This is the first time I've seen a native race from hell speak the language of hell. It's not just vague dreams, or something like a 'hell brand fantasy' or something like that......"

"I know all these words, but why can't I understand the pronunciation? If it weren't for the extraction of the translated text, even I don't know what the Hell Race is talking about......"

Chen Feng was pondering his speculation, but the picture in front of him began to blur and become fragmented. But in the blink of an eye, the vision returned to the bronze conference table.

And the cube on his desk, the light mist went out, and there was no more movement.

"Alright, everyone, it's time to answer the question!"

Mr. Logic sat at the conference table, tapped on the table, and said solemnly:

"Please decipher the hell you see. Then, based on the correct pass rate, you can get the results directly. ”

As he spoke, he looked at the burly man on the seat, codenamed 'Pickled Pepper', who was closest and said, "Pickled Pepper, you can demonstrate it first." ”

The burly man codenamed 'Pickled Pepper' is almost more than 1.9 meters tall, with a black sequi-like hip-hop denim outfit, short hair and thick eyebrows, and a male and tangled appearance and temperament.

He seemed familiar with Mr. Logic, smiled, and stretched out his broad palm, which re-covered the cube on his desk.

For a moment, the cube shone with a dark green glow, as if the numbers were jumping.

"Green light represents a 60% pass rate, blue light represents a 70% pass rate, and red light represents an 80% pass rate. Everyone can decipher the text content and pass it in with consciousness. ”

Mr. Logic pointed to the cube, explained, and then looked around at the crowd: "If it is below the 60% pass rate, it will not be displayed, which means that it is eliminated." Alright, let's get started! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the 'birdman' wrapped in feathers raised his hand and said, "What if the pass rate exceeds 80%?" ”

Mr. Logic glanced at the 'Birdman' and said expressionlessly, "There is no such possibility. ”

'Birdman' still wanted to quibble, but it was estimated that he thought that he could not exceed 80%, and besides, he would bring humiliation on himself, so he immediately stopped in a sneering manner and said no more.

Immediately, there were old members who began to cover the cube with their palms.

In just a few moments, one after another, green or blue light flashed on the desktops of each member. But there are also members who racked their brains and even sweated on their faces, failed to meet the qualification requirements, and quietly left the table in shame.

With a few people leaving, basically most of them are left, and they have reached the pass rate. But there is more green light, less blue light, and no red light.

Mr. Logic's expression was not much surprised, it seems that he has long had this result in his heart.

Chen Feng saw that everyone was almost over, thought about it, and stretched out his palm to cover the cube. But he didn't immediately come to his senses, but quietly glanced at the other side.

The woman on the opposite side, codenamed 'Nephilim', had a faint blue light on the cube in front of her. The score is 70%, which is really good.

She seemed to sense that Chen Feng was snooping, so she immediately raised her eyes and glared at Chen Feng defiantly. Then he stared at the extinguished cube in front of Chen Feng and gave a mocking look.

"Well, this girl's personality is quite lively...... But it's a bit disrespectful of my identity as an old man...... You hit me first......"

Chen Feng pressed his palm on the cube, and thought about it again, what is it hiding clumsy? Or is it an explosion of the protagonist's aura?

If he is clumsy, he only needs to pass the 60% pass rate. The advantage is not to attract the attention of others, and continue to be an 'old god' to live a foolish life, with secret observation as the main purpose.

But the disadvantage is that it will not attract attention, and it looks a little salty.

If it is the explosion of the protagonist's aura, Chen Feng is absolutely confident, and he can clear 100% of the customs on the spot. Because of that passage of hell, he couldn't be more familiar with it.

Since this secret garden of ancient texts and monuments pursues the elite system, if I hide it, it will be difficult for me to blend into their circle. Only by shining brightly can we attract their attention and give them more resource treatment. ’

After Chen Feng thought about it, he decided not to keep it anymore, and silently transmitted the decrypted words into the cube with consciousness in his heart.

Almost instantly, the cube under Chen Feng's palm immediately erupted with an orange dazzling light. It's like a halo bomb about to explode, shining all around.

Wow......

The entire conference hall was in an uproar.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to Chen Feng's cube.

"This ......"

"What's the situation? Did it explode? ”

"It's orange light, huh? What does orange light represent? ”

"It's 100% passed!! 100%！！ ”

"It's incredible, the secret garden has never been 100% passed in its history!"

"Pangu, his code name is Pangu! Seems to be a new addition! ”

At this moment, the 'Nephili' opposite Chen Feng was completely shocked. Her face and hair were so bright with orange light that she could barely open her eyes.

And a 'birdman' wrapped in feathers jumped up and shouted: "I said more than 80%!" Here's the proof! Who says it can't be!? ”

"Pangu?"

Mr. Logic, who was sitting at the top, and the familiar 'pickled pepper', both stood up in surprise and looked at Chen Feng with solemn faces.

Many people in the conference hall couldn't sit still anymore and crowded to Chen Feng's side, hoping to witness the 100% miracle in the history of the Secret Garden.

But the strange thing is that no one dared to approach Chen Feng's side.

"Well, it seems that people who can decipher 100% of the words of hell represent a powerful background, even a hidden powerhouse, in their eyes. So they stay away from me, which means respect......"

Chen Feng felt the psychological performance of these people, and he also continued to maintain the demeanor of an 'old god stick', sitting indifferently, ignoring the brilliant state of the cube emitting orange light.

At this moment when everyone was in an uproar, Mr. Logic coughed lightly and knocked on the bronze table again:

"Silence, please return to your seats in an orderly manner and prepare for the next discussion."

As he spoke, he slightly bowed his head to the 'pickled pepper' and said, "You preside over it in my place." ”

Then Mr. Logic slowly walked up to Chen Feng, leaned over and whispered:

"Mr. Pangu, are you interested in talking to me over to the round iron seat?"

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