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9?

What is 9?

I doubt that any fake person would be born with the name 9, right?

The next moment, a very bad guess appeared in Chen Xi's mind.

Could it be one of the top ten innate talents among pseudo-humans, that is, the supreme talent ranked 9th?

wrong.

Why must they be fake people?

I cannot let the tremors of the mysterious tennis ball set me off so easily.

Didn't Yang Wei also see my identity?

If we apply this to the superhumans, 9 would be a professional player.

But it's still not right.

Putting aside the fact that Zhang Heng just died, isn't the probability of him awakening immediately too low?

Putting that aside, the name is wrong. Farmers in the second rank can have their names seen directly, so why can't those in the ninth rank?

This is clearly unreasonable.

The same principle applies to pseudo-humans.

In terms of overall strength, superhumans are indeed inferior to pseudo-humans, but individually, there is no food chain relationship between the two.

Following this logic, since the truth about Yang Wei reveals his status as one of the top ten overlords, he should also reveal his supreme talent.

Is it possible that someone has a name based on their identity or innate talent, and that it's simply a number?

Chen Xi fell into deep thought. All his identities, innate talents, and corresponding abilities were more or less related.

But even with Chen Xi's vast memory, he couldn't immediately recall what a single number was.

"Do you need any snacks or drinks? Boxed meals are 20% off today, so check it out if you're interested!"

A female train attendant on the high-speed train slowly walked past Chen Xi, pushing her trolley full of supplies.

[Yang Wei: That boxed lunch smelled delicious, but it was too expensive. I asked last time and it was 50 yuan. Even with a 20% discount, it was still 40 yuan. It's like robbery.]

Luckily I had the foresight to bring instant noodles. Do you want some? I'll make you a cup.

fragrant?

smell!

Yang Wei's words at this moment were like a lighthouse on the sea, showing Chen Xi, who was in a state of confusion, a way out.

Chen Xi suddenly raised her hands and "slapped" Yang Wei's arm with both hands at the same time, looking at him with gratitude.

"You're absolutely right, the boxed lunch smells delicious!"

"Um... I understand. I'll add a sausage to your portion!"

"So, is it okay to speak now?"

"No, keep typing."

"and you?"

"I'm rather hypocritical."

Chen Xi replied as a matter of course.

After all, the strong have the upper hand, and besides, he was Yang Wei's mentor, so it was reasonable for him to bully him a little.

Yang Wei stood up decisively, roaring like a dragon in his heart, and went to get some hot water.

The hot water was directed in the opposite direction from the fake man's seat, so Chen Xi naturally had nothing to worry about.

Yang Wei's words gave Chen Xi a new answer and a new understanding of the extraordinary nature of Yang Wei's identity as a lawyer.

If he's not mistaken, the extraordinary ability of Truth can reveal not only the identity of the extraordinary, but also the innate talent of the pseudo-human.

You can still see...

The containment item's number!

If it's number 9, then it's a forbidden item!

That girl named Chu Qingge is not human at all; she is a forbidden object!

A walking forbidden object!

Because it is not a human being, it has no name but is a number.

Another very important reason is the taste!

She smelled the mysterious scent of tennis balls!

This can be understood as being of the same kind, just like dogs sniffing each other when they meet.

From this perspective, the mysterious tennis ball is a containment object!

I just don't know what the serial number is.

No wonder that size is greater than my strength.

In addition, Zhang Wanyi's younger brother had previously become the Containment Item Magician No. 52 due to an identity curse.

Let's work backwards from this point.

Humans can become objects of containment, but can objects of containment also become humans?

All that's needed now is for Yang Wei to see a containment object. As long as he sees numbers, then Chen Xi's current guesses will all be reasonable.

But the problem lies with the contained objects.

We don't know if the mysterious tennis ball will be useful, and we can't even guarantee that it's definitely a containment item. We can only give it a try.

Chen Xi sat quietly in her seat with this thought in mind. Yang Wei didn't seem to be surprised at all. Soon after, he came over with two steaming bowls of instant noodles.

One spicy and one non-spicy, both with sausage, were placed in front of Chen Xi.

It seems that Chen Xi is to choose the flavor.

Chen Xi wasn't actually hungry; as the saying goes, "Since we're already here..."

Then let's eat.

Chen Xi chose a spicy one, and the two of them started eating at the same time. It has to be said that instant noodles taste really good if you don't eat them for a while, but eating two servings or several meals in a row can make you feel nauseous.

"Yang Wei".

Chen Xi suddenly spoke halfway through her meal, stopping her eating and reaching into her inner pocket.

Yang Wei understood Chen Xi's double standards, so he didn't say anything and also stopped eating.

"Chen Bo, there's no need for that. Instant noodles and sausages aren't expensive. Even though we've only just met, there's no need to be so polite."

"You're kind of mine, after all..."

Chen Xi ignored his imagination and directly took out the mysterious tennis ball, holding it about 30cm away from Yang Wei:

"Look, what's this?"

"Forehead......"

Yang Wei paused:

"The Emperor's new banknotes?"

It seems we won't be able to see it.

Chen Xi showed no embarrassment and put the mysterious tennis ball back.

He wasn't surprised by the result, or rather, it was the most likely outcome.

But that's not all; Chen Xi has another plan.

Each time the Mysterious Tennis is activated and hits an enemy, it will be in a state that can be seen for a short period of time.

This is what Chen Xi is going to verify next.

Let Yang Wei see this mysterious tennis ball!

But there's no way to do it right now.

On the one hand, Chen Xi hasn't figured out the patterns of the mysterious tennis ball yet; who knows if it will be crimson, red, or a new color next.

We don't know how to handle it then.

On the other hand, there's that fake mannequin in carriage number 6.

This fake person gave Chen Xi an indescribable feeling; it looked too much like an ordinary person, without any temperament or distinctive features.

Although she wore only one earring, it could only be considered trendy at best.

Fake person... fake person...

Does this mean that, overall, the closer a pseudo-human is to an ordinary person, the stronger they are?

After all, the name "The Only Truth" doesn't seem like the weak side at all, and the information in the group didn't describe this aspect either.

Perhaps this is just my own illusion, and the other person is just a good actor.

Chen Xi guessed this in his heart.

He didn't want to take risks.

Intuitively, Chen Xi judged that he was no match for this fake man, a judgment based on the premise that everyone was equal and that both could use their extended arms.

In other words, even with full firepower, they still can't win.

A false person can be a tonic or a poison.

Chen Xi chose to temporarily avoid confrontation.

He then picked up his phone.

[Chen Xi: Now that we're not talking about superhumans, we don't need to type anymore.]

"What about your social anxiety?"

"Just recovered."

"Also, my name isn't Chen Bo, it's Chen Xi."

"I just made up that name to try and get closer to you."

Chen Xi said casually, without the slightest embarrassment in her eyes.

"To get closer to someone, you're suggesting a name for your enemy's romantic partner???"

"And what's more, even your name is fake. Are you hiding something from me?!"

"There's still a little left, but don't worry, it's not much."

Chen Xi had a trustworthy expression.

"No, you actually have one!"

"Don't get hung up on whether it's true or false, let me ask you something."

Which stop are you planning to get off at?

After asking the question, Chen Xi took a tactical sip of Xipeng Special Drink.