After learning about the black lines, Jiang Qiao looked up at Yuan Bao.
"It's your turn."
The moment Yuan Bao heard this, she felt an unprecedented Great Terror descend upon her, as if her life had already been seized by the other party.
"How is that possible?"
"Calamity has no effect on you?"
she cried out in shock.
The strange, fishy odor had already been successfully grafted onto "Gan Ba."
There was no way she had failed!
It wasn't merely a sensation. Her nose could clearly smell the increasingly intense dead-fish stench coming from "Gan Ba." This meant that the calamity had already descended upon him.
But...
"Gan Ba" was completely unharmed. He merely looked at her with an indifferent expression.
"Is it that strange?"
Jiang Qiao smiled and said, "Because I told a story about a fisherman. Isn't it perfectly normal for a fisherman to have a bit of a fishy smell on him?"
"A fisherman's story?"
Yuan Bao was even more confused. She had no idea what "Gan Ba" was talking about.
"Have you heard it before?"
"A long time ago, there was a fisherman who rose early and returned late every day, working hard to fish, but his harvest was always limited. He occasionally enjoyed a bumper catch, but most of the time, the fish he caught could only keep him fed."
"One summer."
"Long hairs suddenly started causing trouble outside."
"War and chaos spread everywhere."
"No one came to the fishing boats to collect fish, and the fisherman didn't dare go out to sell them."
"The weather was sweltering."
"Most of the fish the fisherman caught spoiled."
"Giving off an unpleasant smell."
Jiang Qiao told the story unhurriedly. At first, Yuan Bao didn't understand his purpose, but soon, her expression changed.
Because behind Jiang Qiao,
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