After pretending to observe for a few seconds, Lin Guang put it down and picked up another turtle egg next to him.
About ten minutes later, Lin Guang returned to the host's side with the ten turtle eggs he had selected, and the detector in the staff's hand did not make a sound throughout the process.
Hu Tuzhi, who was hidden in the crowd, pushed his gold-rimmed glasses and shook his head.
"Quack? (Softly)"
A small bird's head emerged from the shadow under his feet, quacking strangely.
"Even if he has Blue Talent, it's almost impossible for him to find six or seven real eggs, get the second prize, or even the third prize or consolation prize would be considered amazing."
"Quack quack quack?"
"Because this hundred-egg turtle is nearly a hundred years old, its long life has given it extensive experience in faking. The difference between real and fake eggs is likely less than one percent."