Just as Chen Mo was thinking about this, the puppet's neck suddenly twisted, and then he looked at one of the red-haired youths.

That is, the young man who ran the fastest before but didn't run away.

It opened its empty eyes and said coldly, "You.... Come and answer, answer my question, answer correctly, you can leave, if wrong..... What's the cheapest thing in poetry you know?"

It doesn't say the cost of answering incorrectly, but everyone knows what to expect.

At the same time, the puppet's mouth began to make a countdown sound.

「30、29、28、27.....」

It's numb! It's numb! It's numb!

The young man was numb directly.

He felt terrible inside, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"I, I'll answer you App, check out the latest chapters of this book on multiple sites at the same time. 】

He quickly opened the long metal box, and the first box contained a sturdy, heavy, iron-black barrel-like object, engraved with dense strange patterns.

The other was a strange and intricate gun, with golden chains inserted into it.

The red-haired young man carried the barrel-shaped item in his right hand, and the strange gun in his left hand and hung up the chain.

A high-level item!

Chen Mo's eyes narrowed.

However, since this guy has been useless, it means that the cost of these two props is very high, and he will never use them unless he has to.

Sure enough, in the next moment, under the amazed gaze of everyone, everyone saw that the red-haired young man's body had undergone a terrifying change that was visible to the naked eye.

The surface of his skin was covered with black scales, his neck was cracked and gills grew, his eyes were like mung beans, his mouth was full of fangs, and he turned into a fish-man in an instant!

The red-haired young man's face was hideous, as if he was strongly restraining some kind of terrifying negative emotion.

Aimed at by the cannon, the puppeteer was visibly unmoved, still counting down the time.

「18、17、16.....」

The next moment, in a burst of energy catharsis, everyone saw that the barrel-like item on the shoulders of the red-haired young man quickly glowed, outlining the imprints and patterns of the hustle and bustle.

Rumble!

A golden fireball like a miniature sun flew out of the barrel and shot towards the puppeteer.

With a bang, the cannonball smashed into the puppeteer's body.

The earth trembled slightly, and the fierce light seemed to envelop and engulf the puppeteer.

The red-haired young man's body sank visibly from the recoil, and his feet trembled.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Immediately afterwards, the red-haired young man put down the heavy barrel, took two steps forward, picked up the strangely shaped gun, and pulled the trigger:

Dada!

The sound of machine-gun fire rang out, but after a flurry of indiscriminate bombardment, everyone found that the puppet was unharmed, and was still counting down the time with a blank expression.

This.....

Everyone's expressions became sluggish, and with such a firepower covering no dead ends, it was impossible to destroy this puppet that seemed to have very low defense?

「10、9、8.....」

The red-haired young man was completely panicked.

After discovering that the forcible destruction was useless, the red-haired youth had to start thinking about the question that the puppeteer had just asked.

He tried to calm down and began to think about the question posed by the puppet.

What is the cheapest thing in poetry you know?