Rebirth My World Savior System

At this time, the guard on the side was already counting down the ten seconds.

[Yes, one query requires 50 gold coins.]

[Okay, hurry up!] Zhang Bufang was still a little anxious.

On the surface, he was still sitting in his seat, with the drink next to him untouched. His eyes were staring deeply at the numbers on the cards, and his fingers were sliding something in the air, making others feel that he was really calculating those numbers.

law.

"They are actually playing arithmetic?!" The melon-eating audience next to them was also affected by this tense atmosphere.

"I heard that not many people have won the game?" Soon a few people started whispering.

"Yes, yes, last time I came here, there was a guy who was not afraid of death who was playing this. Sure enough, he lost in the first game. That number, 17, was pressed on the spot...

On the table, he cut his face open with a knife!"

[System query, there are five patterns for five consecutive numbers, all of which can be used.] The system answered him at this time.

Five seconds left.

[Speak!] If there are five rules, that means there are five different numbers. Zhang Bufang clenched his other hand tightly. He still had to guess which of the five numbers would be displayed on the desktop.

of numbers.

"So, what happened to that person?" The crowd seemed to be very interested in what happened to the person who lost the game.

"Ouch...I heard that his face was actually used for experiments and turned into some kind of human skin mask?"

"Counting down to three seconds," the waiter on the side reported here, staring at the pocket watch in his hand. Everything around him seemed to have nothing to do with him, indifferent, mechanical and numb.

"69." 17 gave his answer.

Zhang Bufang was stunned. 17 This answer happened to be one of the five answers he got from the system.

[How did you calculate the number? Tell me.] I am afraid Zhang Bufang cannot directly guess a number, otherwise he will lose no matter what.

"Lord Buddha...me," Chen He was the one who couldn't bear it. He actually wanted to just tell the number in his heart, but Zhang Bufang suddenly held him down and glanced at him, Chen He

He chose to believe Zhang Bufang, and he remained silent.

"The answer will be announced later. Let's pause for a moment," 17 said.

"Zhang Foye, you are really amazing. Not only did you not say a word for ten seconds, but you could also be so calm. Look, you didn't even break a sweat," 17 shrugged, with a somewhat joking smile on his face.

"Then what are you going to do? If you don't say anything, you are giving up." 17 took a sip of the wine in front of him, then frowned, seemed a little angry, and scolded the waiter on the side: "This kind of

Did you bring out the wine? The two guests haven’t drank it yet, and I still find it strange! Let’s exchange it. Don’t bring this out in the future to make yourself look embarrassed.”

Zhang Bufang and Chen He exchanged drinks in front of them.

"...I didn't say I wanted to abstain. I already have an answer, but I'm afraid there is more than one answer," Zhang Bufang said with some confidence after listening to all the explanations given to him by the system.

"Oh? Tell me," 17 defined this behavior as a death struggle.

"The 69 you mentioned can be an answer, but the five numbers you gave did not specify the specific rules. I have other ways to derive several other answers," Zhang Bufang stood up.