Spirit Boss - 92. in the game)

“I want to hear your explanation more than this.” Barr’s face is so stinky that it can smoke out flies hundreds of meters.

Singh still smiled and said, “You should be here for the first time in Kindred’s playground. There are many rides here, each with different rules and gameplay. If you lose, you will go back to the original point. ”

Barr said: “Why didn’t you say it earlier?”

“I forgot.” Singh sighed, “When you are my age, you will know that rolling this action can easily cause temporary amnesia.”

Barr snorted coldly: “This is not a question of age, it is a question of IQ.”

Seeing that there was a trace of uncomfortableness in Singer’s smile, Wang Xiaoming hurriedly replied: “If you can’t say this kind of thing, let’s not say it. Let’s go eat first.”

…

The uncomfortableness in Singer’s smile widened.

Wang Xiaoming wanted to bite off his tongue. He just wanted to say, “You can’t say this kind of thing.” Why did it become “this kind of thing” in his mouth? One word difference means a thousand miles away.

The three of them returned to the villa for dinner.

It’s still meat, but this time it’s chicken.

Singh ate three dishes in a row.

In the fourth set, Louis couldn’t help but said: “Master Singer, this suicide method is not clever, because it is slow and uncomfortable.”

Barr tilted Erlang’s legs and said leisurely: “Do you expect him to comprehend it?”

Singh continued to eat quietly.

Louis glanced at him in surprise, “As a blood clan, you are so courageous.” The blood clan has a heavy hierarchy, not to mention that he is facing a clan elder.

What Wang Xiaoming is most afraid of hearing right now is the word abnormal, and hastily said: “Is he from the McAvey clan? It’s normal to go crazy occasionally.”

Barr: “…”

Louis bowed and retired.

After Singer finished the fourth plate of chicken, he finally wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, “If Mr. Edward wants to rest, I can leave at any time.”

Barr stared at him and said nothing.

Singh smiled slightly and slowly relaxed his body, leaning on the back of the sofa, took out a black cigar box from his pocket, and drew a cigar in his hand, but was not in a hurry to light it.

Wang Xiaoming looked around and said, “The blood family does not have a TV, so it’s quite boring.” If there is a TV, even if the atmosphere is embarrassing and stiff, at least it can be covered by a little sound. It’s better than what you look at me now I think you are much better.

Barr and Singh: “…”

“I don’t know if you want to eat fruit?” Wang Xiaoming said, “Why don’t I go to the kitchen?”

Before he got up, Louis came out with a bowl of various fruits. He put the fruit plate in front of Barr and Wang Xiaoming, “Master Singh doesn’t like to see the original thing.”

Wang Xiaoming looked at a whole apple and asked in a low voice: “Why don’t you cut it into pieces?” If you don’t, you won’t be able to see the original.

Louis said: “Because of this, maybe Master Singer will consider eating.” He packed up the plate and left.

Wang Xiaoming: “…” In this villa, communication is a difficult learning.

Singh finally put his cigar on, “There are six large games in the playground, and each game is related to each other. The first one is called the slide speed car. You should have already experienced it.”

Wang Xiaoming nodded and said, “We just stood on a wooden cart and rushed out of the wall.”

“If you need speed to win the victory, then speeding across the slide requires reactivity and endurance. The slide is 20,000 meters long, winding and winding, and the steeper and faster you get to the back, the faster the speed.” Singh slowed down. He swallowed a cigar, spit out the smoke ring, and smiled at Barr, “But I believe that Mr. Edward’s IQ and strength are absolutely not a problem.”

Barr raised his eyebrows: “As long as you make the rules clear.”

“Of course.” Singh said, “The second level is floating wood. When you step on the first piece of driftwood, a calculation question will appear on that piece of driftwood, and there will be three pieces with the answer in the direction of advancement. If you choose the correct driftwood, you can move on until you pass the level.”

“Calculation problem?” Barr frowned.

Wang Xiaoming asked Singer: “Are there any calculators for sale here?”

“Yes. But when you stand on the driftwood, the calculator’s numbers will be misled by the magnetic field generated by the driftwood.” Singh laughed.

Wang Xiaoming said: “That’s not bad. It can be used as a method of elimination.”

The soot on Singh’s cigar dropped straight down. He took another sip and slowly said, “I didn’t think of this before.” Having said that, he couldn’t help but glance at Wang Xiaoming. “The third level is the maze. Before entering the maze, you will see an article. You must remember it, and then choose the door based on the words posted on the article.”

Wang Xiaoming said: “You mean that as long as you choose the words on the door according to the article, you can pass the customs smoothly?”

“Yes. It tests memory.”

Wang Xiaoming remembered Barr’s heavenly writing, and asked seriously: “What language was used to write the article?”

Singh was silent and said: “The most advanced words of the blood family.”

Wang Xiaoming’s eyes widened, “Is it Chinese?”

“Of course not.” Singh said.

…

Oh no.

How could he and Barr be the most advanced writing of the blood clan.

“Can you bring a camera?” Wang Xiaoming held the last hope.

“Many people tried, but failed.” Singh smoked a cigar and smiled. “But you can try to write it down. Many blood races succeeded by this method.”

Wang Xiaoming silently noted: Bring a calculator and two sets of paper and pen. He writes from the beginning, and Barr writes from the end.

“The fourth level is jumping.” Singh paused and said, “I have to advise you to stay again. Because the span of the jumping point is very large, a slight gap may cause overall failure. The burden of human beings may be in normal times. It’s not a big deal, but at that time, there may be various unforeseen obstacles such as strong winds and bee swarms around. One more person is equivalent to an unbearable burden for you.”

“It’s none of your business.” Baldao.

Singh shrugged, “Okay. Then, I wish you good luck. This is very important when both calculations and memory are in trouble.”

Wang Xiaoming said: “Didn’t it mean that there are six levels? There are only four levels now.”

“The fifth level is elimination, and the sixth level is acceptance.” Singh laughed. “These two levels have nothing to do with the playground, so naturally they have nothing to do with me.”

Barr squinted his eyes, “Will any of the kinsmen fall back to the previous levels?” He remembered the surveillance he had felt before.

Singh held the cigar in his hand and slowly pressed it out in the ashtray. “The blood clan is composed of thirteen clans. I cannot understand the habits of each clan and the thinking ability of each blood clan, but for me, it is difficult for me. Understand how to turn those four levels upside down.”

“Really?” Barr tapped his finger gently on the armrest.

Singh tilted his upper body slightly and looked at Wang Xiaoming and said, “Where is Pripri? I sent it to help you.”

“Uh,” Wang Xiaoming turned to look at Barr. In this situation, it is clear that Pripri cannot be taken out openly. But to explain, how to explain… He had an idea, “He’s going to take a bath.”

“Take a bath?” Singh was stunned.

Wang Xiaoming nodded desperately, “Yes, yeah. Do you know that there is a big, big blood pool in the playground…” His face flushed involuntarily, and the toes of his two feet stepped on each other unconsciously, “It, He went to bath happily. When we came out, he hadn’t finished washing. Well, that’s it.”

“Really?” Singh cocked his mouth, looking unfathomable. He couldn’t tell how much he had believed in Wang Xiaoming’s blunder. “Well then. That’s it for today. I will pick you up tomorrow to the first arena. .”

“Come early.” Baldao.

Singh was surprised.

Barr did not explain much, got up and walked upstairs.

Wang Xiaoming looked at Barr’s back, looked at Singh, and stood up and said, “I’ll send you out.”

“You are such a good boy.” Singer stood up slowly and put the cigar box in his pocket. “No need to send it. I don’t want to deepen Mr. Edward’s bad impression of me.”

Wang Xiaoming quickly said: “No, he doesn’t have a bad impression of you, his temper has always been this way, not against you.”

“I understand. Perhaps in Edward’s eyes, you are the only one of his kind.” Singh smiled and sighed, “This is also good. The blood family who can find their life partner is actually very happy.”

Wang Xiaoming said: “Mr. Singh, you…”

Singh smiled and waved his hand: “Please stay. We will see you tomorrow.”

Wang Xiaoming looked at his leaving back, thought for a while, and turned upstairs.

In the room upstairs, Barr stood in front of the window and looked out the window silently.

Wang Xiaoming thought he was looking at Singh, but when he approached, he realized that he was actually looking at a random place in a daze.

“What are you thinking?” He asked softly.

Baldao: “Someone is watching us in secret.”

Wang Xiaoming was surprised, “Who?”

Barr pursed his lips and said after a long while: “In the blood world, I am afraid that only he can do it.”

Wang Xiaoming didn’t know who he was talking about, but he knew who was unique in the blood race.

The next morning, Singh came early in the morning, and he didn’t even have breakfast. But when he arrived at the villa, he realized that he was still miscalculating, because Baer and Wang Xiaoming were already standing by the door waiting for him.

“I thought I could have breakfast.” Singh didn’t even step down the car door, so he opened the door and asked them to come up.

Wang Xiaoming took out a hot sandwich from a large food box and handed it over, “Louis prepared it for you.”

Singh took the sandwich and smiled bitterly: “It seems that I have treated him really badly these years.”

“If you like it, you can invite him back.” Wang Xiaoming always felt that he and Baal would return to the human world eventually.

Singer shook his head and said, “I mean, he knows that I like beef and hate onions, but he adds the two together.”

Wang Xiaoming disagreed with his complaint, “Mr. Singh, it’s not right to be picky eaters.”

“…” Singh explained, “There is no blood race who likes to eat onions. It should be said that it feels uncomfortable to smell it.”

Wang Xiaoming said: “Ah, then Louis really thinks about you too much. In order to make you not picky eaters, he even willing to peel the onion and resist its smell and make it for breakfast.”

Singer: “…” He slowly put the sandwich into his mouth.