End of ten days

"Young man!" Brother Wang looked up at Qi Xia at this time, "You still don't know how to deal with the black bead on your head, right? You just need to help us draw lots fairly, and then I will tell you how to deal with this black bead. , is the deal done?”

"Ha." Qi Xia grinned, "It sounds so tempting."

"You should understand, right?" Brother Wang said again, "None of us can touch the two scratched "Tao", only you can touch it, so it must be "fair", only "fair" , I can tell you how to be rescued, do you understand?"

The man deliberately emphasized the word "fair" and winked at Qi Xia.

Qi Xia looked at him as if he were a clown, and finally shook his head helplessly, saying softly: "Maybe the survivors will be worse off than the dead."

"That's not something you should consider. You just need to be responsible for "fairness."" Brother Wang reached out and pinched Qi Xia's shoulder, and then said, "Young man, be smart, I won't treat you badly."

"I'll try to be smarter." Qi Xia nodded and agreed.

Seeing that Qi Xia was convinced by him, the man nodded with satisfaction, then turned around and asked: "Which of us will do it first? Do you want to guess the punch?"

The six people finally decided to use guessing to determine the order of the draw. At this time, Qi Xia also turned to look at Di Niu, who was standing alone. Di Niu looked in his direction, always expressionless.

He once saw Di Niu in the "Black Bear Hunting" game, and felt that Di Niu's physical games were relatively simple, even with a very strong brain.

As long as you have strong enough physical strength, you have a high probability of winning this game. For example, if the two remaining players are Qiao Jiajin and Zhang Shan, it will be difficult for the best to take advantage of this game.

Then Qi Xia glanced at the six people standing in front of him and found that the fat man wearing glasses had a slight advantage in the tug-of-war game, and the remaining few could not take advantage.

They finally finished guessing the punches, and walked to Qi Xia one by one to grab their own lives and deaths. Qi Xia also used some tricks, through language guidance and eye cues, to make the surviving people accurately become Brother Wang and the Fat Man. .

"Hey! How could this happen?!" Brother Wang said in confusion with poor acting skills, "I have already "responsed"! But I survived?!"

The face of the Westerner who died in the lottery became obviously ugly, but after all, the decision was made by strangers, and no one could object.

At this time, Brother Wang also turned his head and gave Qi Xia an approving look.

"Ha..." Qi Xia slowly stood up and looked at the six men in front of him as if he were looking at a group of monkeys, "It's interesting."

"Have you decided?" Di Niu asked at the right time, "If you are not ready to accept the second challenge, I will ask you to leave my game venue now."

Brother Wang heard Di Niu's reminder and hurriedly turned back to strike while the iron was hot and said: "Everyone! Now that we have drawn the lots, we can only listen to fate this time. You know me, under normal circumstances I will never trade for my teammates. "Tao", but this time is different, there are a total of nine hundred and sixty "Tao"! "

Under the double pressure from Di Niu and Brother Wang, the fat man wearing glasses hurriedly answered: "Brother Wang is right, you can calculate for yourself how many times we have to die to earn 960 pills." "? Although you seem to be dead, after all, you only die once! You figure it out for yourself! Do you want to die with one song or die once?"

"But there is no "echo" between the two of us..." A tall and thin man pointed at himself and another middle-aged man and said, "Brother Wang... can you change with me...?"

After their detailed chat, Qi Xia discovered that two of the Westerners who were about to die had no "response", and death was a "farewell" to them.

"Isn't it good to forget?!" The fat man grabbed the tall and thin man and said, "The reason why each of us resists death is because we are afraid of the fear caused by death. As long as you forget that you have died, it is equivalent to You have never died!"

After he finished speaking, he turned back and pointed at Brother Wang: "Don't think that Brother Wang is no longer afraid of death after "resounding". When he is resurrected next time, he will still remember the fear before death and the pain during death. This is very important to him. It’s a torture for everyone! Facing a situation where you are about to die, losing your memory is your blessing!”

Two of them felt that it made sense, while the other two "Echoers" didn't take death so seriously. After a long discussion, they decided to end their lives with a knife.

But suicide and being killed are obviously two completely different difficulties. Several people kept passing knives to each other, and no one could kill themselves.

Seeing a group of people gradually becoming confused, Di Niu walked forward slowly and said softly: "I have a proposal."

Everyone turned to look at her.

"Since you have decided on the teammates who are going to die, and everyone has drawn lots voluntarily, why not let me help you do it." After Di Niu finished speaking, he looked up at the sky, "If you waste any more time, I will be a little anxious, do you agree?”

After hearing this, several people looked at each other and felt that this was the best way out of desperation. At least Di Niu would be more professional and the pain they suffered would be shorter.

After hearing everyone's agreement, Di Niu ducked forward and grabbed the dagger from one person's hand. In just a few seconds, he cut everyone's neck cleanly. They didn't even have time to fall down, and they didn't even look at each other. Beginning to become fearful, the wound has opened.

A river of blood flowed out from the necks of everyone. They covered their necks and slowly fell to their knees amidst the sound of rain.

Brother Wang and the fat man on the side swallowed their saliva after looking at it. Although this was all discussed in advance, killing someone with a prefecture-level "zodiac sign" always makes people feel chilling. They seem to regard human life as an ant and do not hesitate before killing. , do not hesitate after killing.

Di Niu also walked up to the fallen Westerners, grabbed the ankles of two of them with his left and right hands respectively, then turned himself into a slingshot and exerted force on his waist and abdomen instantly, lifting the two people far above his head like pebbles. The ground was thrown out. This time, it was obvious that force was applied to the whole body, and two moderately deep footprints appeared under Diniu's feet.

(This paragraph is here to apologize to everyone, and I also want to say something from my heart. Readers and family members who don’t want to read it don’t need to scroll down. I will continue with the next chapter. Thank you everyone. After the recent influenza A epidemic, I really feel sleepy. , I just took my first leave this month for more than 120 days in a row. In the meantime, I was signing physical books and participating in various author activities. I handwrote 10,000 words plus 4,000 coded words every day. I didn’t want to stop. Update, but the influenza A virus came to me again, which made me really too tired during this period. I was often in a dazed state when typing, which caused a bad reading experience for everyone. I sincerely apologize to everyone, and will I will try my best to handle the text carefully. I have thought about stopping updates before to preserve the quality, but there are too many readers who are looking forward to the development of the story every day, so I will try my best to overcome all difficulties and ensure updates for everyone. If I find similar typos or logic problems, Even if you contact me via any platform, I will make changes in time. This is one of them.)

(Secondly, someone mentioned that I had revised the previous paragraph, and they suspected that I had gone back and revised it after writing it down. Some people also used this to drive the rhythm. In fact, people who know me or have read it before should know that I revised it far earlier. Far more than just one place. If someone took screenshots of the whole process, they should be able to find at least a hundred places that are different from the original. However, the general direction of the story must remain unchanged, because each time it is a slight adjustment rather than a major change, so it will not be correct. Readers who have already read it will have a dissociative disorder. Regarding this point, I will admit it generously, because I firmly believe that good works are made by revising, not by finishing the last book. After that, I spent almost two months going back to the beginning to fine-tune the entire book. The fine-tuning content was basically: typos, phrasing techniques, emotional expression, subtle logic, supporting role relationships, writing methods that readers think are better, and so on. The foreshadowing will be smoother and there are many complicated aspects. This book will also be the same. I will not only make fine adjustments while writing, but also make adjustments from the beginning after finishing. After all, readers who know this work. You should know that the style of this book may not be suitable for serialization, because what I use is basically not a "linear narrative", but closer to a "circular narrative" that connects end to end. I have already conceived the prequel from the moment I started writing. , beginning, development and end. In order to make it look more like a work that echoes the beginning and end and has a strong integrity, I not only spend half of my time coding, but also spend a long time reading my own. This paragraph may be easy to say, but it actually takes up almost ten hours of my time every day. If someone thinks this is an unacceptable and extremely ridiculous mistake, I accept all criticisms and corrections. I understand everyone’s thoughts, but I may not correct it. I will still keep going back to revise and fine-tune my work, because I want to be responsible for my own work. Compared with everyone, I should want this book more than anyone else. Okay, thank you to everyone who understands me. Your understanding is making "The End of Ten Days" better and better. Thank you to everyone who doesn't understand me. Your doubts are also all about "The End of Ten Days". A growing lighthouse, thank you to everyone who has left their thoughts. That’s it. I’ve said all I want to say, so I won’t take up your reading time anymore!

(Ah, by the way, that’s all I’ve said. By the way, I can’t meet readers while riding the high-speed train and then chat with them about the follow-up plot and outline. People who know me should know that I can’t be so outgoing. Please pay attention to the difference.)