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Chapter Ninety-Three: No Guest

Shen Xiaotian sneered: "Xiao Crooked, you are too 'two'." I like to read it out every time I think about it! I can't hide the goods in my stomach. This time, Shen Xiaotian ridiculed before taking revenge on Xiao Wei.

"You can do it! Guess what! Xiao Wei said unconvinced.

"The word is like you! It's definitely a 'well'! Both horizontal and vertical are two, just like you! In order to vent his anger, Shen Xiaotian scolded Xiao Crooked by answering questions, but in fact, he had no clue and guessed randomly.

The old man smiled and said, "This kid is interesting, but it's not right. Six people left! ”

"I'm cǎo your mother, you're a pure waste of opportunity!" Hawking scolded.

It seems that the higher the level of the room, the more complicated the relationship between people. Zhou Yiping and the five people watched the farce of these three people speechlessly.

However, Hawking can lead the team out, and he is not an ordinary person!

In fact, he had been thinking about it before, 'only' thinking about the 'martial arts' of 'force'. Could it be that the old man deliberately explained it this way, then it can also be said to be the 'five' of one, two, three, four, and five. Because the strokes of 'only' are five strokes. The stroke of 'one' is a stroke. In other words, it's not really a hell of words, it's just a game of observation. However, if the strokes of 'two' are two strokes in this way, then Chen Ji's 'two' should be correct, what is missing?

Just when everyone was clueless to think, the corners of Zhou Ping's mouth were smiling. He already knew the answer. The key is not the matchstick on the ground, but the fingers of the little old man. At first he slapped the ground with the palm of his right hand. The five fingers are spread out into claws. Then ask everyone what they are 'only' reading. It wasn't until the time when everyone recited u that they withdrew their right hand. It is unnatural to keep the palm of your hand under the match.

What makes Monday even more certain after that is the second tip. The old man with the word 'one' stretched out a finger of his right hand and pointed at it, and at that time, before Chen Ji answered, everyone did have three minutes in thought and silence. The old man's index finger kept pointing at the match, and he didn't move. It wasn't until Chen Ji answered 'one' that the old man took it back.

At that time, everyone was thinking about why the previous 'only' was pronounced 'five'. And only Zhou Yiping observed the old man's movements subtly. And not in the shape of a match on the ground.

So Zhou Yiping thought of it: it was not the shape of the match that he was asking, but the number of the old man's finger. These three minutes of silence only increased his confidence in this reasoning.

And after the old man asked what the word 'two' read, he put his hands in his pockets. That is, without fingers, the answer is 'zero'.

Monday was about to answer. Hawking said suddenly: "The 'martial arts' that 'only' read force before. In fact, it can also be said to be the number 'five'. One is the number or pronounce the number 'one'. So I guess the 'two' should also be pronounced as a number. But it won't be 'eleven', such a two-word plural. If you don't have any other ideas, I think you should speculate in the direction of numbers. ”

It's not Hawking, unlike those two guys, who has already thought that the point is numbers. Monday was impressed.

At this time, Tang Wu said: "According to your reasoning, 'two' is no longer right, and there are still ten possibilities if it is from zero to ten." But we only have six chances here! There is only a 60% chance that the guess will be correct! ”

"Hey!" Hawking sighed, one was to waste two chances for those two idiots, and there were eight more chances to choose from ten numbers. The second is because Tang Wu and none of them have other ideas. I just said that I was speculating in the direction of numbers, but now it's not to the point of guessing.

"Ahem! It's better to listen to me, in fact, I've already ......" Zhou Ping didn't finish speaking. Suddenly, the wind blew and there was a 'buzzing' sound in the distance!

"Look!" Ni Xiangjie first appeared in the sky. "There's a flying carriage!"

A round carriage with barbs on the outside of the carriage rushed towards it from the sky. It looks like a black hedgehog!

"Get out of the way!" Chen Ji shouted. Falling according to this momentum is no less than a missile!

Unexpectedly, the carriage was reduced in an instant and stopped behind the right side of everyone.

At close range, there were no barbs on the carriage at all, but black iron arms growing outside the carriage. The carriage is also pure black, resembling a pumpkin. The motorist is a dwarf. And that horse turned out to be an iron horse.

When the old man saw the carriage, his eyes lit up.

"The hosts! The casino has arrived! The dwarf said respectfully. And opened the door of the carriage.

I saw a man wearing a white smiling mask and a magician's top hat come out of it. He was wrapped tightly in a pitch-black cloak, and his swallowtail dragged on the ground. The man was thin and tall, and he slowly turned his head and looked around at the crowd.

This black cloak resembles the one worn by the Grim Reaper in Zhou Ping's dream. Is this the Grim Reaper? Zhou Yiping's pupils narrowed, and he involuntarily took a step to the side. He felt the danger!

Even if this person didn't speak, the hollow ghost eyes of the white smiley face mask exuded an aura of extreme fear. There is a sense of hopelessness. It's as if there is no zài in the whole world, only pain and suffering.

The others also involuntarily stepped back. Only Chen Ji stood in place, holding back the fear in his heart. Between the old man and the strange man.

The weirdo didn't seem to mind at all and walked towards Chen Ji. Cold sweat broke out on the soles of Chen Ji's feet, what is this cold thing to the bones? The temperature in the air does not get lower, it is cold to the bottom of the heart.

Can fear also become temperature? Suddenly, his legs trembled unconsciously.

Why did he insist so much. Just take a few steps back, and there will be no such pressure. Everyone looked at Chen Ji, who was scared and threw him on the spot. He is completely different from the laziness of the charade before, although the whole body looks very difficult, but the fighting spirit in his eyes can simply burn.

Only Zhou Yiping knows the reason, because he wants to become the strongest fighter!

"Presumptuous!" The dwarf couldn't stand it anymore, and a volleyball-sized ball of light appeared in his hand, and he was about to throw it at Chen Ji.

"Get out of the way!" Zhou Yiping felt that the terrifying energy of this ball of light even passed the black tiger-like smoke shadow released by Jiuyou in the room.

But it was too late, Chen Ji resisted the fear in his heart, and Ken Ben didn't have the strength to move his body anymore.

"Smack!" When the ball of light was about to shoot into Chen Ji's head, it disappeared like a soap bubble.

"You're getting more and more assertive!" There was an invisible pressure in the strange man's hoarse and deep voice, and he turned his head to look at the gnome by the carriage.

The dwarf had already knelt on the ground at this time: "Master, I don't dare anymore, beg the master to ......"

Before he finished speaking, the whole person exploded like the ball of light just now. But it's not like soap bubbles disappearing, it's flesh flying!

Stay tuned for the next chapter: The Lord of Fear - A Thousand Hands