My right eye is a god-level computer

On the open space at the foot of the Ginseng Mountain.

Boss Zhao and a group of residents are eagerly waiting.

The two teams of Master Huo and Master No. 8 have been on the mountain for more than an hour, and it is unknown how their performance is.

The two teams competed in digging ginseng. One team has the magic detection technology, and the other team has super luck. It is unknown how many ginsengs can be dug out.

The most exciting thing is that once one side falls behind, the difference of one ginseng will pay a bet of 10,000 points of mental power.

It has to be said that this is at least the most exciting drama in the past ten years!

"Tsk tsk"

A resident squatted on the ground and wiped his nose, "That Mr. Huo is so rich, but his four-eyed master seems to be hollowed out by alcohol and sex. If he has 5 fewer ginsengs than Mr. No. 8, that's 50,000 points of mental power!"

A person next to him also grinned and said, "Yeah, 50,000 points of mental power, I have never seen so much in my life, and I guess I can't make that much in my life!"

"Of course!"

Another person drooled, "50,000 points, this is enough to sleep with the little sister 500 times! If it were me, I would be in a spiral!"

Suddenly, a simple-looking man "What if Mr. No. 8 loses? I don't know why, but I have a good impression of him. I don't want him to lose."

The first resident to speak suddenly frowned, "Brothers, how about this, when Mr. Huo comes down the mountain, if he brings a lot of ginseng, how about we kill him?"

Someone's face changed, "What do you mean by kill?"

The man said in a low voice, "It means robbing! Let's rebel directly and rob him on the spot! Anyway, there is no day to get ahead, so why not do as Mr. No. 8 said and give it a try!"

Several people took a breath, pondered for a long time, and suddenly gritted their teeth, "Hit!"

While speaking.

I saw a group of people slowly returning from the west mountain.

The leader was Mr. Huo, who was arrogant, and Master Simu, who looked calm and confident of winning.

Boss Zhao raised his eyebrows and strode forward.

Several villagers squatting in the corner quietly tightened their hoes.

Boss Zhao gave a signature hearty smile, "Mr. Huo, how come everyone has come down the mountain before the three hours have passed?"

"Humph!"

Mr. Huo snorted coldly, extremely proud, "It really only took us one hour and five minutes, but! Thanks to Master Simu's superb detection level, all the ginseng in the entire West Mountain has been dug out by us!"

"What?"

"All?"

The villagers at the scene were shocked when they heard this. It was unrealistic to dig out all the ginseng in one hour!

What the hell are we going to dig in the future?

Master Simu raised his chest and curled his lips, "Because of the help of the ancestor's 'Genesis Map', I can easily determine the geographical location of ginseng, there is nothing strange about it!"

"Moreover, I not only found all the ginseng on the West Mountain, but also determined all the ginseng on the East Mountain!"

Master Simu sneered and continued: "I solemnly tell you that the poor guy No. 8 who doesn't even deserve a name, no matter how lucky he is, no matter how good he is at digging, even if he digs out all the bodies on the East Mountain, he can't beat me!"

Said.

Master Simu waved his hands.

A dozen followers behind him, as well as several beauties in miniskirts, lined up on both sides of his body, covering one side of the flat ground at the foot of the mountain!

But these people were holding a wooden box covered with red cloth in their hands.

Mr. Huo laughed, walked slowly from one side, and pulled off the velvet on the wooden box one by one.

Then.

A series of brilliant lights spread out!

Some of the wooden boxes had several ginsengs placed side by side, and some had a huge ginseng placed alone.

The roots of each ginseng were covered with crystal clear and shining glass balls!

Master Huo couldn't hide his smile and said loudly: "In our line of work, we have dug out a total of 76 ten-year-old ginsengs, 89 hundred-year-old ginsengs, and two thousand-year-old ginsengs!"

The whole room was in uproar!

Where have these poor residents of T-one seen such a large number of spiritual ginsengs?

Everyone opened their mouths wide, their eyes full of shock!

Master Simu chuckled: "After my calculation, even if all the ginsengs on the poor boy's East Mountain were unearthed, according to the year unit conversion, he still has 13 fewer ginsengs than me! He will die today!"

At this time, Boss Zhao stared at such a large number of ginsengs with a dry mouth and trembling body!

So many ginsengs!

According to the commission calculation, he made at least 20,000 spiritual power today!

Rich!

Mr. Huo raised his eyelids slightly, "Boss Zhao, I will give you all your commission, so why don't you announce the result of the competition?"

Boss Zhao was stunned, "How to announce?"

Mr. Huo smiled contemptuously, "Of course, announce that we won! Is there any possibility of cheating?"

Boss Zhao wiped his sweat, "Mr. Huo, don't worry, after all, Mr. No. 8 and the others haven't come back yet."

"Humph!"

"What's the use of them coming back?"

Mr. Huo's fingertips slowly passed over a row of ginseng, "Oh, that's right, after they come back, the only use is to scare people away!"

At this moment.

Several T-one residents who had conspired to rebel before looked at each other, held the hoe tightly in their hands, and rushed out brazenly!

The leader shouted: "I'll scare you away first, rob, hand over the ginseng to me!"

But seeing Mr. Huo unmoved, a cold light flashed in his eyes, "You are a traitor, you don't know whether to live or die!"

He ducked.

A bodyguard-like figure behind him rushed up, took out a dark metal stick from his arms, and stretched it directly at the villager's shoulder!

嗗

There was the sound of electric current and the smell of burning.

The villager holding the hoe fell down!

Everyone was shocked!

Even several other villagers who were preparing to rebel froze in place.

That is

Electric baton!

Can he meditate and produce an electric baton? !

Mr. Huo smiled grimly, "I can even invite the four-eyed master from the T-two area, let alone get some weapons from the T-two area? You low-class people listen up, you have no choice, you can only accept it. Such a tragic fate!”

"And that No. 8!"

"He has no choice but to die in front of me today!"