It chuckled mockingly and cut to the chase: "Since none of you forwarded the email, I have my third question for you!"
Fang Zong laughed and said, "Okay."
The ghost child immediately got excited and asked, "How much does your brain weigh?"
Fang Zong: "..."
Sure enough, the deepest path I've ever walked is the one paved with your schemes.
But do you really want to compete with me in intelligence?
I'm too lazy to compare myself to you.
Fang Zong smiled slightly, "Six hundred and ninety-three million four hundred and fifty thousand catties, and then what? I'm sure I answered wrong. What are you trying to do?"
The ghost child was immediately dumbfounded.
You should take a guess. You should carefully, seriously, and diligently try to guess the answer to your own life.
No matter how many guesses you make, I'm going to dig it out and weigh it.
But isn't playing like this against the rules? Breaking the rules of the game? Are you pretending that I, the one who set the rules, don't exist?!
The ghost child was angry, but spoke in a calm tone, as if chanting a sutra: "When Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva was practicing the profound Prajnaparamita, he perceived that the five aggregates are empty, and thus transcended all suffering. Mortal, even if you answer incorrectly, I will still show you the answer out of leniency. But before that, I want to play a little game with you."
"What game?" Fang Zong squinted, waiting for the other person to appear on the screen.
The Yin energy was gathering more and more, reaching a concentration of ghostly energy, but it was clearly not the opponent's full strength yet.
The opponent is currently just something like a clone; catching it won't do any good, at most you'll just accidentally touch a wisp of ghostly energy.
If you fail to kill a tiger, you will suffer the consequences; if you kill it in one strike, you will not raise a ghost.
This is Fang Zong's principle!
The mischievous boy raised his smiling face and said smugly, "1. The logic of a circuit only has two states, 0 and 1. 0 represents a low level and 1 represents a high level. 2. Because a computer is composed of countless logic circuits, it can only express information based on an infinite number of 0s and 1s and their combinations. Based on these two premises, let's play a game of 1+1 equals ?."
That sounds so intelligent, but Fang Zong couldn't understand it.
He knew it was something related to computer programming, but he didn't really understand the specifics.
"Okay. How do we play?" Fang Zong asked.
As he spoke, he was about to walk forward, getting closer to the screen and the ghost child. Suddenly, Fatty Zheng rushed out, grabbed his arm, and shielded him behind his own large, fat body.
The chubby boy was timid and frightened, his face ashen. "Playing games? I like it! I'll play first!"
"Fatty?" Fang Zong asked, tilting his head in surprise.
When did Fatty Zheng become so bold? Could it be that I misjudged him? Is Fatty Zheng some kind of master lecher hiding in plain sight?
Then he saw Fatty Zheng trembling, his words barely audible: "I... damn it... I'll play first! Ah Zong, you watch, find an opportunity to do what you need to do. I'm handing over my 300-plus jin Fatty to you. Pork is worth several thousand yuan, don't waste it. Save him if you can, if you can't, then run!"
Fang Zong blinked: "Aren't you exactly 300 jin?"
"It's less than four hundred, three hundred and ninety-nine pounds." Fatty Zheng almost cried. Was this a time to talk about weight? Ouch.
"Hehe." Fang Zong just chuckled, then used a little force to lift Fatty Zheng up and throw him onto the bed behind him.
Suddenly, it felt like an earthquake.
The ghost child immediately narrowed his eyes. "Wow, this isn't an ordinary person."
It coveted even more, a strong man with many times more vitality than an ordinary person.
Fang Zong looked at it and smiled slightly.
Very satisfied.
Be satisfied with what you are about to receive today, as well as what you have already gained.
Without turning his head, he said, "Fatty, you did a good job today. If I get the chance, I'll give you immortality."
"Becoming a ghost grants immortality, but you absolutely mustn't try to be a hero!" Fatty Zheng screamed.
Fang Zong shook his head without explaining and continued walking toward the laptop on the table.
With each step he took, the ghost child's image protruded a little more from the screen, as if trying to break free from it. It didn't have the terrifying dubbing of "Sadako" from the movie, but it was more detailed, like a relief sculpture.
The stillness was chilling.
"Stretch out your finger." The ghost child had already emerged halfway, his hand reaching behind his back.
Immediately, he pulled out a three-foot-long pig-slaughtering knife.
Rusty and covered in black blood!
"What is one plus one?" it asked softly.
"two."
Fang Zong answered softly, while placing his palm on the table in front of the screen and spreading it out in a cooperative manner.
The ghost child immediately laughed, blood streaming from his eyes down the screen: "Wrong answer! One plus one equals... three fingers!"
Suddenly, the ghost child swung his knife, a sharp blade stained with who knows how much pig's blood and human blood, slicing through the air with a mournful sound, and slashed fiercely at Fang Zong's fingers.
Then... "Snap!" The sound was crisp.
The butcher knife emitted a long burst of sparks, and upon closer inspection, it had a nick.
The ghost child: "..."
"Any more questions?" Fang Zong asked, casually patting the ghost child on the shoulder.
The ghost child shuddered suddenly, raised its head, and its bewildered expression turned into a blood-red venomous look as it stared at Fang Zong: "You're powerful, but..." It pulled its body out a little more and swung the knife again.
"Snap!" A series of sparks.
The butcher knife broke again, leaving three large gashes.
Fang Zong's fingers, however, were completely unharmed.
"How about this, if you don't hurt me, you can leave. Let's just leave each other alone?" Fang Zong kindly suggested, patting the other person's shoulder again.
We're still a little short. The opponent shouldn't only be this strong.
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