End of ten days

What exactly is "luck"?

Qi Xia couldn't help but wonder.

To what extent does a person need to be "sorrowful" to have three fans in a row with "sorrow" written on them?

Things are very difficult now. No matter who he cooperates with, Qi Xia can only take out two "sorrows". In other words, no one who cooperates with him can get out.

If the rules dictate that everyone has to produce two folding fans, it is absolutely impossible for those who team up with Qi Xia to get all the "happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy" together.

So what’s next?

Qi Xia frowned and thought for a while. Assuming that his luck was extremely good, when he replenished the folding fans half an hour later, he got another "Sorrow"...

"Hey! Buddy!" The square-faced man patted Qi Xia from behind, and Qi Xia immediately put away the folding fan.

"Why are you here?" the man asked. .🅆.

"I..." Qi Xia turned around and put the folding fan into his pocket, "I just came to take a look at my fan."

"How's it going? What's the word?" the square-faced man asked again.

Qi Xia didn't know what was going on with the person in front of him, but he asked him so bluntly about his trump card?

If the news spread that "this person is miserable", how could anyone be willing to pair up with him?

"Except for 'hi', the remaining three words are included." Qi Xia said.

"Oh? Really?" The square-faced man thought for a moment, "I do have "happiness", and I have two more! It seems like we can form a set of "happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy"!"

"So you want to get out quickly?" Qi Xia asked.

"Of course..." The square-faced man nodded vigorously, "This place is going to kill people, who doesn't want to get out quickly?"

"Oh..." Qi Xia replied calmly, and then changed the topic and said, "I can agree to "pair" with you, but you need to give me a "joy"."

"No problem." The square-faced man nodded, "When the time comes, I will take out a handful of "happiness" and a handful of "anger"

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, you take out the remaining two handfuls. "

"You misunderstood what I meant." Qi Xia shook his head, "I said I wanted to be happy alone."

"What...?" The square-faced man was stunned for a moment, "Brother...did I hear it correctly?"

"No." Qi Xia shook his head, "If you want to cooperate with me, you need to give me the remaining fan in your hand."

"Why?" The square-faced man looked at Qi Xia with some displeasure, "Although I said I wanted to cooperate with you, I don't have to cooperate with you, right?"

"Of course." Qi Xia nodded, "You can find other teammates, but my principles remain unchanged. If you want to cooperate with me, I want the third fan in your hand."

"I'm sick." The square-faced man waved his hand, turned and left.

Diyang looked at the people around him, then stood in front of the central table and said, "Ten minutes have passed, and the game officially begins."

After saying this, the crowd around him started to move.

Qi Xia sighed deeply, holding a fan and slowly watching in the field.

For a game with such a large number of people, the first round is nothing more than a big wave. Players who are timid, enter this place by mistake, or regret temporarily will escape in large numbers, and the remaining people are the real "participants" of this game. .

At this time, some people had already started talking to each other, and some even showed their fans to each other.

Everyone was smiling, and there was a relaxed and happy scene all around.

Qi Xia knew that his purpose of coming here was different from others. In addition to surviving, he also wanted to obtain "Tao" as much as possible.

But how to proceed with the first step of the three "sorrows"?

What is different from Qi Xia's expectation is that

After a full ten minutes, only two teams escaped.

After the identification was successful, the four people walked up the stairs leading upstairs.

It seems that Qi Xia is too optimistic, and human greed is more terrifying than he imagined.

Since Diyang will replenish the folding fans after half an hour, in other words, each of the remaining people will have at least four fans in their hands. After matching, there will be two fans left, and the final reward will also change from five "Tao" stars to ten "Dao" stars. , so escaping at first was not a wise move.

But Qi Xia always had an ominous premonition that Di Yang could lie after all.

Did he lie about the rules?

Qi Xia was wandering around the room when he suddenly heard a noisy sound coming from the corner. He turned around and saw that his humanity was revealed.

A tall and thick-looking man is currently snatching the folding fan from a thin man.

"What are you doing? You..." The thin man looked very nervous, "Referee! Someone is robbing something!"

Diyang's eyes slowly drifted towards the two of them, making no other movements at all.

"You...don't you care?" The thin man was so frightened that his glasses dropped to the ground.

Di Yang actually slowly closed his eyes at this time.

The tall and thick man felt more confident when he saw Diyang's appearance.

"Fuck...bring it to me!"

He stretched out his hand and pulled hard, and two fans were snatched away.

The thin man firmly grasped the last handful in his hand and refused to let go no matter what. The big man didn't give him a chance to react and pulled the opponent arbitrarily.

Within a few seconds, there was a crisp "crack" sound, and the third fan was torn.

The tall and thick man picked up the fan and looked at it in his hand. At this time, the broken fan was like a pair of scissors. When he picked up one end, the other end hung down.

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r\u003eHe was not sure whether the fan could still be used, so after thinking for a few seconds, he threw it back to the other party.

"Keep a line when doing things so that we can meet each other in the future." The tall and thick man smiled and said, "I'll give this one back to you."

The thin man looked very angry, but he did not dare to resist at all. Dozens of people nearby also looked on with cold eyes, and no one stepped forward to stop him.

But the atmosphere of the crowd obviously changed at this moment.

"I have a proposal." A woman who looked very fashionable suddenly said loudly at this moment, "None of us will team up with this bad man and let him stay here to die."

"What?!" The tall and thick man suddenly sounded very angry. He came to the woman in two steps, "You bitch, are you looking for death?!"

"Are you going to kill me?" The fashionable woman smiled, "I have a hunch that if you kill me, no one will dare to team up with you."

"What...?" The tall and thick man slowly stretched out his hand, as if hesitating whether to slap the woman.

Qi Xia felt that even if he didn't kill anyone, he would still make the woman in front of him suffer.

"Hey, enough is enough." A young man who looked about twenty years old suddenly appeared and stopped in front of the big man. "This is a game where you can escape through cooperation. You don't want to cause public outrage, do you?"

Qi Xia looked up at the clock on the wall.

The game has only been going on for fifteen minutes, but already so many people can't control their hearts?

He shook his head, ignored the noisy people, and instead walked to the skinny man.

This man had just been robbed of his fan, and now he was still sitting on the ground holding a broken fan and crying bitterly.

"Hey, stop crying." Qi Xia said.

"Ah?" The man raised his head and looked at Qi Xia with tearful eyes.

"What's the word for your broken fan?"