Half an hour later, it was done.
The blank space behind the poster was densely covered with numbers in three columns, a total of one thousand groups.
Zhou Buzhou looked at them one by one, asking himself again and again in his heart, "Will this group win the prize?"
Will this group win?
Will this group win?
After asking this question hundreds of times, the black smoke in front of him finally dissipated again, forming a number that represented perfection!
100%!
Staring closely at the numbers in front of you.
Zhou Buzhou's heart began to beat violently.
5, 1, 9.
This is the set of numbers that are sure to win the prize that was eliminated by his mutated right eye.
He hurriedly put on his coat and walked towards the lottery shop with a burning heart, facing the rising winter sun.
A few minutes later, the nearest lottery shop was in sight.
It's just that there is a street and highway about 20 meters wide between them.
When Zhou Buzhou was about to cross the road, he saw a large truck rushing out from the corner above the street.
At the same time, at that bend, not far above Zhou Buzhou, a child had already run to the center of the street.
The child's face was full of smiles, as if he had encountered something happy. He was completely immersed in his inner world and did not notice the raised scythe of the Grim Reaper at all.
Zhou Buzhou froze in his tracks, opening his mouth and yelling, "Come back, car!"
But it didn't work.
The harsh sound of the truck's tires rubbing against the ground when it braked drowned out everything else, including the sound of the wheels turning.
The child is still running forward.
Then he seemed to realize something and turned around.
The smile on that childish face suddenly shattered, and those innocent eyes were filled with a dullness that was enough to make people feel distressed.
The sound caused by the truck's brakes became increasingly harsh.
But the truck was already speeding, and now it was going downhill, so at this time, due to inertia, it could no longer stop.
The distance between the truck and the child was getting closer and closer.
Zhou Buzhou turned his head away with a look of pity on his face.
But just as he turned his head, he saw a young man in a white hoodie across the street suddenly rushing towards the child at a speed that even a cheetah could not match.
He hugged the child.
this……
Zhou Buzhou stopped and was stunned.
move!
But it hurts even more!
Because the truck was less than one meter away from the two people.
At this distance, even if you have the speed of a cheetah, it will be too late.
Zhou Buzhou was powerless and could only stand aside and watch, letting the feelings of unwillingness and helplessness churn in his heart.
But the next moment, something magical happened!
The young man, the man tightly wrapped in a white hoodie, suddenly disappeared the moment he hugged the child.
He seemed to have mastered the summoner skill in League of Legends - Flash. While holding the child, he appeared directly in front of Zhou Buzhou.
In an instant, he crossed a distance of more than ten meters.
He put the child down and looked up.
Zhou Buzhou looked at it intently.
All I could see was a pair of eyes emitting blue light under the hood of the hoodie.
The next moment, the strange eyes disappeared along with its owner.
The truck rushed out due to inertia and stopped after dragging more than 20 meters.
The driver got out of the car and looked around in confusion. After discovering that there was indeed no blood or corpse on the ground and that nothing had happened, he walked towards the cab cursing as if nothing had happened and drove away.
The child standing next to Zhou Buzhou hugged him tightly and said, "Thank you, uncle! Thank you, uncle! Wuuwuwu..."
The child burst into tears and mistakenly thought that it was Zhou Buzhou who saved him.
Zhou Buzhou hurriedly comforted the child. Even after the child's parents ran over and took the child away, Zhou Buzhou still stood there.
That person just now...
Was that person just now... a person with super powers?
The black smoke in front of his right eye dissipated and gathered again.
80%.
Eighty percent?
That's not right.
From the previous exclusion of the 3D number, we know that for the mutant right eye, yes is yes, and no is definitely no!
It will not give ambiguous answers.
So, what does this 80% mean?
Is it because of the crossover?
In other words, the identity of a person with superpowers overlaps with the young man's true identity?
The black smoke changed again.
100%!
So, he is a cultivator?
The black smoke dissipated and condensed, still 100%!
Isn’t it said that we can no longer practice cultivation in the Dharma-Ending Age?
At least that’s what the novels say... Wait, it seems like something else has become popular in the online literature circle recently!
Something completely opposite to the Dharma Ending Age!
"Spiritual energy has revived?!" Zhou Buzhou suddenly exclaimed.
Curious looks from passersby.
At the same time, the black smoke in front of Zhou Buzhou dissipated and quickly condensed, but the numbers it composed were not the imagined 100% representing affirmation or 0% representing negation.
But 37%!
Zhou Buzhou’s brain started to work rapidly.
He remembered the battery level of his cell phone in the morning.
So, does this 37 mean that the spiritual energy revival has begun, but it has not yet reached the point of complete recovery?
Just like charging a mobile phone, it is indeed charging, but it is not fully charged?
100%!
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