Chapter 744 Qualifications

The blackboard looked extremely worn out, as if it was discarded decades ago, and the broken wood could still be seen at the corners.

There were a few lines of words written crookedly in chalk on it.

Because of the light, you need to get very close to see it clearly, and the fat man's big face was almost stuck to the glass.

If an uninformed person took a look from inside, I'm afraid the scene would be quite terrifying.

"Who wrote these two lines of words?" The fat man complained in a low voice: "It's too ugly."

Because of his outstanding imagination, the fat man was very worried that a ghost face would suddenly appear from the other side of the glass.

Huai Yi bent his waist and looked at the blackboard through the glass in the same indecent posture, "Brother Fugui, what are you looking at? There should be 4 lines of words on it."

The fat man widened his eyes and looked at Huai Yi with dissatisfaction, "Are you kidding me? I can't tell the difference between 2 and 4?"

At this point, a cold wind blew, and everyone seemed to realize something, and their faces changed.

Gao Yan, Wang Qi, Shen Mengyun and others all retracted their gazes and looked at each other.

The atmosphere became weird.

After a moment, Shen Mengyun was the first to speak: "I saw 3 lines of words."

"I saw 5 lines." Gao Yan said in a muffled voice. It was unclear whether he was thinking of something bad. His face was so gloomy that water could drip out.

Wang Qi glanced at the blackboard again and whispered: "I saw 11 lines."

"11 lines"

Everyone couldn't help but cast a fearful look at Wang Qi. Now it seems that everyone can see a different number of lines.

This doesn't seem to be a restriction of the task rules, but rather a problem of their own.

Gao Yan thought of a very appropriate word in his mind.

Qualification

Everyone has different qualifications, so the number of words they can see on the blackboard is also different.

The fat man has the worst qualifications, or the dumbest, so he can only see 2 lines.

Shen Mengyun is worse than him, but not as good as the one called Huai Yi, who can see 3 lines.

Huai Yi has 4 lines.

He has 5 lines.

Gao Yan looked away and looked at Wang Qi's face. After looking at it for a long time, he actually felt a sense of strangeness, as if he had never really understood this person.

Wang Qi is better than him, which is not surprising to Gao Yan, as you can see from his performance.

There is no shortage of mavericks in the mission, but there are not many who can survive with all their limbs intact after being maverick.

Wang Qi is obviously a difficult person.

But Gao Yan really didn't expect that Wang Qi could see so many lines, 11.

It seems that he still underestimated this guy.

He thought a lot in his mind, but it was reflected in reality in a short moment. Just when he wanted to say something, he suddenly realized that there was still one person missing.

The one called Jiang Cheng hadn't spoken yet.

He tilted his head and looked over. Jiang Cheng's forehead was against the glass door, his eyes were fixed on the blackboard, and he kept nodding his chin.

"Brother Jiang." Gao Yan urged with some dissatisfaction, "How many lines did you see?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at Jiang Cheng.

But Jiang Cheng kept looking at the blackboard for more than ten seconds before slowly turning his head, his mouth slightly opened, and he looked at everyone with a look of embarrassment, ""

As soon as this number came out, Gao Yan felt relieved. It seemed that the other party was not much different from Huai Yi, and they were at the same level.

Even if they really fell out in the end, he was sure to deal with them.

"47 lines." Jiang Cheng said.

Gao Yan: "???"

"You" Shen Mengyun's face changed when he heard it, and it took a long time before he asked again: "Mr. Jiang, did you check it wrong?"

"It shouldn't be." Jiang Cheng said shyly: "Although the words on it are dense, I checked it three times in total, it shouldn't be wrong."

Hearing this result, the scene became interesting.

Wang Qi looked at Jiang Cheng with interest, as if he wanted to dismantle him bit by bit and then analyze him.

Shen Mengyun seemed to have not recovered from the shock just now.

Gao Yan's face was the strangest, sometimes pale, sometimes gray. He looked at Jiang Cheng secretly with strange eyes, suspecting that he was playing tricks.

But since it was a trick, it must be the more real the better, so that it would be easier to confuse people. Is this guy serious about seeing 47 lines?

What qualifications can see 47 lines?

10 times better than himself?

Compared with them, Huai Yi and Fatty seemed much calmer. Huai Yi thought in his heart that it was not so good to say that he was the third brother of Shenhong, just one word, awesome!

Huai Yi also had his own ideas about the fact that Fatty only saw 2 lines. He guessed that this should be a tacit understanding between Shenhong.

Brother Jiang and Brother Fugui, one bright and one dark, Huai Yi swallowed his saliva and felt that this game was a stable one.

As for Fatty, he thought that the doctor was full of bad water and insidious and cunning, and he had the bonus of the innate orphan talent. He was a ruthless person who dared to deceive even ghosts.

He could see 47 lines, which was actually understandable.

"Brother Jiang." Gao Yan stared at him, smiling, "You are the one who saw the most among us. Tell us what you saw."

Jiang Cheng hesitated for a moment, and recalled, "What I saw seemed like a story, but it felt incomplete."

Huai Yi frowned, and analyzed Jiang Cheng's words, "Do you think it is like this? The words we saw are actually all different, but when put together, it is a complete story."

The fat man touched his chin, narrowed his eyes, and put on an unfathomable look, "What you said makes sense. Didn't Yuan Xiaoyi tell us to pay attention to the entrance of the library?"

"She should be referring to this old blackboard."

So everyone decided that the fat man who saw the least should speak first, and then they would speak one by one in order.

After the fat man prepared his emotions, he slowly said: "A long time ago, in a faraway place."

After waiting for ten seconds, no one saw him continue to speak. Huai Yi blinked, looked at him, and asked in confusion: "What's next?"

"There's nothing below." The fat man scratched his head and said in a low voice a little embarrassedly: "I only saw two sentences, the first one is a long time ago, and the second one is in a faraway place."

Wang Qi's mouth curled up, "It's interesting." After saying that, he turned his head and looked at Shen Mengyun, and the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

Sure enough.

After Shen Mengyun spoke, what he said just happened to connect perfectly with the fat man.

Everyone spoke one by one in order, and with the last narration of Jiang Cheng, a story slowly opened in front of everyone.

The background of the story is abroad, and it sounds like a medieval dark style.

It's about a castle on a fertile land.

There lived a lord in the castle.

The lord was cruel and extremely greedy, and the people in his territory lived in dire straits and suffered terribly.

Until one day, three people came to the castle.

They claimed that each of them brought a treasure to present to the lord.