Nightmare Attack

Chapter 742 Qualifications
The blackboard looked extremely dilapidated, it seemed to be the kind that was eliminated decades ago, and stubbles of wood could still be seen at the corners.

A few lines of words were written crookedly with chalk on it.

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

If an uninformed person took a sudden look from inside, the scene would probably be quite terrifying.

"Who wrote these two lines?" The fat man complained softly, "It's too ugly."

Due to his outstanding brain power, the fat man was very worried about a grimace suddenly appearing from the opposite side of the glass.

Huai Yi bowed his waist, and looked at the blackboard through the glass in the same indecent posture, "I said Brother Fugui, what kind of eyes do you have, there are obviously four lines on it."

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

Speaking of which, when a gust of cold wind blew, everyone seemed to realize something, and their expressions changed drastically.

Gao Yan, Wang Qi, and Shen Mengyun all looked away and looked at each other.

The atmosphere became eerie.

After a while, Shen Mengyun was the first to speak: "I saw three lines of characters."

"I'm 5th." Gao Yan said in a muffled voice, not sure if he thought of something bad, his face was so gloomy that water dripped out.

Wang Qi glanced at the blackboard again and said in a low voice, "I saw 11 lines."

"Line 11."

Everyone involuntarily cast a jealous look at Wang Qi. Now it seems that the number of lines that everyone can see is different.

This is not like a mission rule restriction, but rather... their own problem.

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

Qualification
Everyone has different qualifications, so the number of words on the blackboard is also different.

That fat man has the worst aptitude, or the stupidest, so he can only see 2 lines.

Shen Mengyun is stronger than him, but not as good as Huai Yi, who can see 3 lines.

Huai Yi 4 lines.

He has 5 rows.

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

It is not surprising that Wang Qi is better than him. You can tell by his performance.

There has never been a shortage of mavericks in missions, but after being maverick, there are not many who can survive with healthy limbs.

Wang Qi is obviously a tricky character.

But this Wang Qi can see so many 11 lines, Gao Yan really did not expect.

It seems that he still underestimated this guy.

There were a lot of thoughts in his mind, but reflected in reality, it was just a short moment, just when he was about to say something, he suddenly realized that there was one person missing.

The man named Jiang Cheng still hasn't spoken.

Turning his head to look, Jiang Cheng's forehead was pressed against the glass door, his eyes were fixed on the blackboard, and his chin was still nodding.

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

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, the corners of his mouth slightly opened, looking at everyone with a bit of embarrassment, "4"

As soon as this number was uttered, a big stone in Gao Yan's heart fell to the ground. It seemed that the other party was on the same level as Huai Yi, in the same class.

Even if he really broke his face in the end, he was sure to deal with it.

"Line 47." Jiang Cheng said.

Gao Yan: "???"

"You..." Shen Mengyun's expression changed when he heard the words, and it took him a long while to ask again: "Mr. Jiang, did you check correctly?"

"Probably not." Jiang Cheng said a little shyly, "Although the words on it are relatively dense, but I checked it three times before and after, and 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 disassemble him bit by bit, and then analyze it.

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

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

But. Since it is a bluff, it must be as real as possible, so as to confuse people. Is this guy serious when he says he saw line 47?

What qualifications can I see line 47?
10 times stronger than yourself?
Compared with them, Huai Yi and Fatty seemed much calmer. What Huai Yi thought in his heart was that he was the 3rd Brother Crimson, just one word, awesome!
Huai Yi also had his own ideas about the matter that the fat man only saw 2 lines, he guessed that this should be a tacit understanding between Crimson.

Brother Jiang and Brother Fugui, one light and one dark, Huai Yi swallowed, feeling that the situation was stable.

As for the fat man, what the fat man thinks is that the doctor is full of evil, insidious and cunning, and has the bonus of innate orphan talent.

He can see 47 lines, which is actually understandable.

"Brother Jiang." Gao Yan stared at him, and said with a smirk: "You are the one who sees the most among us. Tell us what you have seen."

Jiang Cheng hesitated for a moment, then recalled: "What I saw was like a story, but it felt like it had no beginning or end."

Huai Yi frowned, and followed Jiang Cheng's words to analyze: "Do you think this is the case? The words we saw are actually all different, but connected, it is a complete story."

The fat man rubbed his chin, narrowed his eyes, and put on an inscrutable look, "You are right, didn't Yuan Xiaoyi say it, let's pay attention to the front of the library."

"She should be referring to this old blackboard."

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

After the fat man had gathered his emotions, he slowly said, "A long time ago, in a distant place."

After waiting for ten seconds, no one saw him continue talking, so Huai Yi blinked, looked at him, and asked puzzledly, "What's next?"

"It's gone down here." The fat man scratched his head, and whispered a little embarrassedly: "I only saw two sentences, the first sentence was a long time ago, and the second sentence was in a distant place."

The corner of Wang Qi's mouth curled up, "It's interesting." After speaking, he turned to look at Shen Mengyun, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.

really.

After Shen Mengyun opened her mouth, what she said perfectly matched Fatty's.

Everyone came one by one in order, and following Jiangcheng's narration at the end, a story slowly unfolded before everyone's eyes, and the curtain was drawn.

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

Roughly speaking, in a piece of fertile land, there is a castle.

In the castle lived a lord.

The lord is cruel by nature and extremely greedy. The people in the territory live in dire straits and suffer unspeakably.

Until one day, three people came to the castle.

They claimed that each of them was carrying a treasure to dedicate to the lord.

(End of this chapter)