Seeing this early, he must be an old exam-taker. Even queuing up, he doesn't forget to brush up on his practice papers... Ouyang Rong sighed. Just as he was about to take out his phone, a young monk clamped a QR code between two fingers and tapped it against his nose, telling him to scan it.,But when he arrived, it was the same familiar queue, like a long dragon. He simply bypassed it and walked uphill, hoping to find another way in.,And he was very familiar with his own face. Although the underground palace was pitch black and there was no mirror to be found, he roughly touched it after a while and found that it was eight out of ten correct, unless he had been reborn as Hu Ge or Han Geng.。