Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 795: Nine Infants Answering Questions
A quarter of an hour passed quickly.

The wooden man on the podium gave a lot of explanations on Chinese history and literature in a quarter of an hour. These things were basically unfamiliar to all the creatures present.

Of course, on the human side, the cultivators of the Xianwu Alliance had previously been led by Song Ciwan and had learned a little about Chinese culture. Compared with the demon race, although they did not learn much, they still had some advantages.

However, it is difficult to say how effective these advantages will be.

The wooden man on the podium spoke at a normal speed at first, but after about a third of an hour, his speaking speed suddenly increased.

Then, a flood of information came flooding in.

On the horizontal screen beside the wooden man, a large amount of text and pictures flashed rapidly. The complex information was crowded and scrolling, and it was obviously eager to be stuffed into everyone's mind, but it was so fast that it was dizzying and made people's heads swell.

As time went on, the information became more and more obscure and difficult to understand.

The nine heads of Jiuying were either forward or backward, and their necks were stretching and turning. It was obvious that they were trying their best to understand everything at a high speed.

However, although Jiuying is a demon saint, logically speaking, its memory, comprehension, analytical ability... should all be at the holy level. But the reality at the moment is that it is not easier for it to remember and understand these things than for ordinary mortals!
All the living beings present discovered a reality—

When the wooden man on the podium was explaining everything, although he was explaining it in a fragmented way, all the information revealed in his expression seemed to be covered by a layer of barrier from a distant time and space.

It is this inexplicable strange barrier that is hindering the understanding of the creatures at the scene!

The Nine Infants were coiled on the table, their snake bodies gradually standing upright, their nine heads held high, and the scales under the neck of the dragon-shaped head in the middle stood upside down.

Suddenly, the wooden man's ruler on the podium was retracted, and all the scrolling text and images on the horizontal screen beside him disappeared, and the horizontal screen turned black again.

The wooden man said, "A quarter of an hour is up. Nine Infants of the Demon Clan, please answer the question."

It turns out that just a quarter of an hour has passed!
There was a series of sighs at the scene, and some people even sighed quietly.

A quarter of an hour, too fast, I wonder how much Jiuying has learned? In short, what they have learned is far from enough.

Among the more than 1,300 human beings present, 1,000 of them were Song Ciwan's followers. These 1,000 people looked at each other, and it was inevitable that they would place their hopes on others.

But is it really reliable to pin your hopes on others?

It's impossible. Putting your hopes on others will only make the result more unpredictable, unsettling and worrying.

At this time, the huge number of "one thousand followers" may not necessarily be a benefit.

Although having more people means more power, from another perspective, it also represents more ideas, more positions, and more problems!

Like the Nine-Infant Demon Saint, it monopolized the Paper Ghost's follower token and concentrated all the victories and defeats on itself.

Winning or losing, success or failure, is all controlled by itself. No matter what, there is no need to complain.

On the contrary, this seems to be another benefit!
On the podium, the wooden man announced that Jiuying would answer the questions, and then the first question began to appear on the horizontal screen beside him.

Question: In the ancient Chinese nation, it is said that the human race was created by the ancient deity Nüwa. What was the basis for Nüwa's creation of humans?
This question stumped Jiuying immediately.

Is this a serious question?
Perhaps, this is a serious question. But this question, at first glance, has no standard answer! When this question came out, not only was Jiuying asked, but all the people and monsters present were also thinking rapidly, thinking about how they should answer if they were faced with this question.

On the vast ocean, the geniuses standing on the black and white discs were also pondering this question.

Song Ciwan stepped on the white disc, and while thinking about this question, she was also wondering who she should choose from her "one thousand followers" to be her first executor if it was her turn to play chess?
Jingle Bell--

Suddenly, a clear bell rang out of nowhere.

Through the wide projection on the sea, Song Ciwan saw that in the classroom opposite the projection, a wooden man was shaking a bell suspended in the air, and a mechanical and cold voice said: "Time is up, please ask the demon clan Nine Infants to answer the questions."

Yes, there is a quarter of an hour time limit for studying Chinese history and literature, and there is also a time limit for answering questions.

Song Ciwan calculated with his fingers and found that the time given by the wooden man to answer the question was only about ten breaths in total, which came out to be sixty seconds.

In the classroom, Jiuying stood up with its snake body. Among the many heads, the dragon head in the middle was raised high. It answered in a sharp voice: "Nuwa created humans because she wanted to create humans! Does an ancient god need a reason to do things? As long as she wants, is there anything she can't do?"

Very good, this answer is very Jiuying!

It is an ancient demon saint, and its status in the demon clan is similar to that of ancient gods. It puts itself in other people's shoes and thinks about its own style of doing things, so it answers the wooden man's question in this way.

As soon as this answer came out, the face of the paper ghost on the sea turned pale instantly——

Although he was originally very pale, the paleness at this moment was different from the previous paleness.

Song Ciwan used his clairvoyance and immediately saw that the paper ghost that was originally standing steadily on the black disc suddenly let out a scream.

A mechanical voice in the void said, "Nine Infants of the Demon Clan, you answered the first question incorrectly, Tianjiao Paper Ghost, you will retreat one step towards the Fallen Soul Abyss."

As soon as the words fell, the black disk under the paper ghost's feet retreated like a gust of wind and floated out of the ten-mile sea in an instant!

As the paper ghost retreated, his entire body trembled violently. Countless black air emerged from nowhere, entwining around him and passing through his body, making his paper-thin body almost transparent.

For a moment, Song Ciwan felt that the paper ghost seemed to be broken.

In the classroom, all living creatures saw the miserable state of the paper ghost through the huge projection behind the wooden lecturer.

It turns out that taking a step back towards the Soul-Falling Abyss would require such a painful price to pay.

But at this moment, this is not the only thing that seems most terrifying.

The most terrifying thing is that the paper ghost paid such a painful price, but Jiuying... it seemed like there was no punishment at all!

The genius is the chess piece and the followers are the executioners.

When the answer is correct, Tianjiao and his followers will be rewarded together. But when the answer is wrong, only Tianjiao will have to pay the price and be punished!
This fact caused the mentality of all the living beings present to change secretly.

Song Ciwan frowned slightly on the vast ocean. She was not used to letting others control her destiny.

In the distance, the screams of the paper ghosts continued. In the classroom, the nine heads of Jiuying exhaled at the same time. It asked in a sharp voice: "Why do you say that my answer is wrong? What did I do wrong?"