Seeing Deng Zhe's brows furrowed, everyone was taken aback. Immediately afterwards, it was the curiosity of the dead that Lin Hu wrote, which made Deng Zhe, who had won ten games in a row, frown.

"That Lin boy, don't hide it, spread out what you wrote and show us it. ”

"That's right, it's not a treasure, let's take a look!"

......

Hearing this, Lin Hu didn't think about it, he directly put up the note in his hand, and then, Lin Hu keenly felt that countless divine senses swept over his palms, and those traditional martial cultivators who had not cultivated divine consciousness also looked at Lin Hu's hand with wide eyes.

When he found that the note in Lin Hu's hand was written "There are chickens first and then eggs", someone immediately laughed, as if they were disdainful, but the laughter was stuck in his throat before it was completely released.

"It's so hard!"

This is the same idea of everyone at this time, this question seems ordinary, but in the eyes of everyone present, this is a question involving the origin of life and the universe, how can it be thought about for a while?

Chicken or egg?

Everyone present gradually fell into contemplation, even Lin Hu's white-haired "pit daddy" teammates stopped their movements at this time, their wrinkled faces were a little less casual, their eyes were focused, and their expressions were solemn.

If Lin Hu saw their appearance at this time, he would definitely be surprised, is this still the old man he knows?

If these old men were like old children who hadn't grown up before, they really had some profound scholars at this time, maybe this is their true face.

No, it should be said that this is a different side of their real character.

Lin Hu was secretly surprised when he saw that everyone present was thoughtful.

Yes, this is the ultimate killer weapon prepared by Lin Hu, originally, he wanted to rely on this never-ending fight with Deng Zhe, even if he can't win, he is expected to be on par with the other party.

In Lin Hu's image, the question of chicken or egg has always been a topic that can never be clarified, and in the words of one of his high school biology teachers, this question is wrong from the way it is asked.

In Lin Hu's mind, even if he loses this game again, he can add a few points to himself with his current performance, right?

It's just that I didn't expect this effect to be unexpectedly good, looking at the silent scene, what Lin Hu wants to shout most now is "He's meowed, it's been five seconds, it's been five seconds, haha, Lao Tzu won! Lao Tzu won!"

But reason was telling him that if he dared to disrupt the thoughts of so many people, the end would be miserable.

Don't be impulsive, boy, calm down, you must be calm......

One minute passed, two minutes passed, three minutes passed...... Ten minutes passed and an hour passed, however, everyone on the scene seemed to be in some kind of confusion, not only did they not say a word, but they didn't even blink their eyes.

Just when Lin Hu felt that the air in the void was a little condensed, a strange scene appeared, only to see that wisps of white smoke slowly rose above the head of Deng Zhe opposite Lin Hu.

When all the white smoke gathered together, a miracle appeared, only to see the white smoke drift away, and in the same place, an old hen that looked like a peck of rice appeared.

This is not the end, the old hen who was pecking rice from time to time quickly became smaller, and after a while, it became a little chick, and after a few words, the little chick turned into an egg.

The picture seemed to stop there, but after a while, the egg vibrated and then quickly became smaller, smaller, and then vanished......

Just as Lin Hu thought in his heart, there were still some remnants of white smoke that seemed to be chaotic, closed again, and when they dispersed again, an old hen appeared in the same place.

This time the old hen did not get smaller, but twisted her chubby butt and laid an egg in the same place, and then the old hen did not move, the egg cracked, and a chick with yellow fluff broke out of its shell, and then quickly grew up and grew into an old hen.

Then the newly-grown old hen lays another egg, and the egg hatches into a little hen, and the little hen grows into an old hen, and the old hen lays another egg......

The picture seems to be stuck in an endless cycle, which seems normal, but soon, except for the first old hen, all the old hens and young hens all disappear and turn into smoke, and the picture is fixed on the first old hen again.

Lin Hu seemed to see the entanglement of the smoke, "Meow, where did this old hen jump out of?"

After a while, the old hen became smaller again, smaller, and became a little hen, and an egg, until it was gone, repeating the previous cycle......

Lin Hu looked secretly amused, and then turned his eyes to the others, this look, almost startled, only to see, the row of great monks sitting in the grand monk are all solemn, Buddha light, as if in Zen, and the Taoist priests next to the great monk seem to be in a state of some kind of epiphany, ethereal and silent, as if about to feather the flying immortals......

Lin Hu's eyes were about to fall off, what is the situation? It's just a matter of chickens and eggs, how can they all be like becoming immortals and Buddhas, as for this exaggeration?

This kind of scene may be a little shocking at first, but after watching it for a long time, it will feel common, and I don't know how long it will be, and when Lin Hu feels a little bored, an accident interrupts the current scene.

"Bang"

The dark and heavy door quickly popped open, and the golden afterglow was shot into the closed hall with the open gate, and at the door, a group of figures wearing monks' robes and hats were standing.

Against the backdrop of the setting sun, this group of monks dressed as ascetics exudes a wandering gloom, silently infecting everyone in the venue.

One second passed, two seconds passed, three seconds passed...... However, five full seconds passed, and the entire arena was still silent.

I saw that the shoulders of one of the monks in the lead began to shake rapidly, as if it was a chain effect, and the other monks also trembled, "Hahaha, we won, we won, hahaha!"

The monk kept laughing, laughing and laughing, and he felt something wrong, something was wrong, was it the atmosphere, or was it ......

That's right, it's the eyes!

Why do they look at us so strangely, Amitabha, the Buddha is above, what kind of eyes are they, why are they so scary......

This was the last trace of consciousness of the leading monk before he fell unconscious, and he vaguely remembered that he finally seemed to hear such a voice: win?! win your paralysis! Get out of Lao Tzu! Get out!

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