Chapter 1 Lin Fan returns after rebirth

Chapter 949 Let’s talk? Then let’s talk for a hundred years!

Chapter 949 Let’s talk? Then let’s talk for a hundred years!

I heard Scorpion Shatou say thirty thousand.

Before the fog disappeared, the old man turned around, stepped back into the ocean of knowledge, and took away 30,000 Mingqian from Scorpion Shatou's head.

As soon as he took it, he could feel the power of the scene beginning to exert its force. Under the pressure, the old man could only sigh, take only fifteen thousand Ming notes and leave.

As a result, the power of the scene returned to normal.

"The power of this scene is better than them in mathematics."

The old man shook his head secretly.

I also thought I could take away an extra fifteen thousand.

I never thought that what Scorpion Shatou said was of no value at all.

The old man was so angry that he cursed secretly and stepped back into the white mist.

Only Scorpion Shatou, who was overwhelmed by the knowledge, was left.

"You gave me 300,000 yuan, and the three of them went out...and the reward was only 15,000 yuan. What's going on?"

"I earned the 20,000 yuan that they haven't taken away yet."

"Or do you mean that I have to pay in advance the two million they underpaid?"

……

……

Stepping out of the white mist, what appeared in front of him was Bai Ling'er sitting in a rocking chair.

There are also the banished immortals whose brows are so frowned that they can kill mosquitoes.

"Didn't you say that the money required to pass the trial is as high as three million, which is so expensive that you may not be able to afford it?"

Bai Ling'er took a sip of tea and felt a little puzzled.

Flashback to a few minutes ago.

Bai Ling'er asked the banished immortal how much money would be needed to fish out the three of them.

More than two million, is it enough?

At that time, the banished immortal shook his head and said jokingly without even thinking about it:

"Two million? Not even one person can do it. You have to know that one thousand a year or three million for a hundred years is a high fee."

The tone was so harsh and the attitude was so strong that Bai Ling'er couldn't even refute him.

Because it doesn’t know how much a thousand a year or a hundred years is.

Seeing that Exiled Immortal was so sure, it believed it.

It only took a few minutes to write the letter.

That is now.

Lin Fan and others stood in front of them.

It took thousands or even ten thousand years to banish the immortal, and the carefully designed horrific scene was completed in ten minutes.

At this speed, even if you watch it at Huihun Cinema, you would dare to claim that it is far more difficult than destroying the city.

After all, it would take more than half an hour just to walk back to Soul Cinema.

In response, the Huangquan polling station in Dongcheng Town said it would take longer.

Therefore, Exiled Immortal is as confused as Scorpion Shatou at this moment.

Why is the number wrong?

And not so much.

With only three hundred thousand, you can pass the trial.

Is it possible that there is some powerful prop that can offset the trial?

Banished Immortal would rather believe that there is such a prop in the world than believe that there is something wrong with his calculations.

After all, in order to learn mathematics well, it spent a hundred years studying addition and subtraction.

He considers himself to be a master and can do mental arithmetic.

"You are an immortal."

Lin Fan didn't know that from the time he came out to the time he walked in front of him, the other party had already thought of eight possibilities.

These eight types have nothing to do with its incorrect calculation.

Seeing Lin Fan talking to him, it recovered from the shock.

"You actually have props that can be used to exempt me from the year of the scene trial, and the reward of 30,000 ghost coins is also reduced by half. This is to ask for my friendship. It seems that the three of you are here specifically to come to me."

"..."

There is nothing wrong with the reasoning process.

But the result is right.

Lin Fan didn't know whether to nod yes or shake his head to correct.

"I am indeed here to find you and want to ask you if you have a box to hold your soul."

"Oh?"

Exiled Immortal clicked, opened his bone fan, then shook it lightly at Bai Linger a few times, and said proudly:

"What does it have to do with you whether I have it or not?"

"There is an ancient saying that weird people are guests and humans are food. Why do I need to answer your question?"

Exiled Immortals don't bother to say a word when it comes to treating humans, but their attitude isn't much better either.

Instead of answering about the box, he changed the topic and said coldly:

"Tell me, where did you get the props that can exempt me from the trial time of the scene?"

"..."

Previously, Scorpion Shatou said that its mathematics was taught by the banished immortal, but Lin Fan didn't quite believe it yet.

Now I completely believe it.

The two can be regarded as sleeping dragons and phoenixes, powerful idiots in the Hunan region.

"Forget it, there must be some little trickster who covets my Four Evils name and wants to use it to kill my aura, destroy my prestige, and take my title. It's really ridiculous."

Exiled Immortal snorted, but he fulfilled this setting.

Lin Fan originally wanted to use the money as a trade and exchange it with it.

But considering the other party's worrying computing power, he still didn't intend to be so direct.

"You don't have to answer my questions, but you should be able to answer weird questions, right?"

"That's natural. How can you make the contract weird and make a golden mouth?"

The words of the banished immortal were full of ridicule.

The contract is a disgraceful deed for Weiyi, and speaking is even more of a shame. I have never seen Weiyi from the contract speak human language.

But it was also about the word contract.

The indifferent smile of the banished immortal gradually disappeared.

Instead, it was extremely serious.

It was so serious that the bones around him seemed to come alive and began to tremble a little.

Even the corpse standing under Lin Fan's feet was also squirming restlessly.

It came from the soles of the shoes, like hard worms doing a foot massage.

The entire space looked like a big mouth, as if it could swallow up everything inside in the next second.

Its face was heavy and its eyes were staring at the three people in front of it.

"The three of them...were all contracted to destroy the city in half a step."

"Good good..."

The tone of the banished immortal became colder and colder, and the murderous intention spilled over the surface without concealment and spread throughout the space.

The murderous intention was obviously an illusory existence, but at this moment it was like a tangible thing. The bayonet sliced ​​through the skin of the three people. The raw pain made the old man subconsciously look at his own skin.

There was no real damage to the skin. This pain came from the mental hallucination.

The banished immortal was really angry.

What makes it angry is not the scene where three people took ten minutes to kill it, nor is it the suspicion that they have the tools to restrain it, nor is it the question that is neither humble nor overbearing, with an equal tone.

It has nothing to do with the box.

It’s just—a contract to destroy the city in half a step!

It can be calm at any point, but it can't maintain its image except for the contract.

"I really can't tell whether it's the weird and low-level situation now, or the horrible growth of human beings again."

The Banished Immortal stood up, and as it moved, the scene squirmed much larger.

"No wonder scholars suffer at the hands of humans. It turns out that humans outside have grown to such an extent. It seems... I can't just sit idly by."

Lin Fan was slightly surprised. This was the first time in such a long time that he had turned against Mie Cheng for this reason.

In the eyes of Mie Cheng, isn't it an existence worth mentioning?

When the scholar saw the three figures destroying the city in half a step, even if the shadows provoked them, they didn't take it seriously.

How could this deported immortal from the Four Evils of Xiang Region make such a big move?

"Exiled Immortal, maybe we should have a calm chat."

"Let's talk? Then I'll talk to you for a hundred years."

When the banished immortal raised his hand, silk fluttered all over the sky, and bones squirmed all over the ground.

Time seems to have become the most worthless product in the world.