end of ten days.

What exactly is "luck"?

Qi Xia couldn't help asking this question.

As a person, how much "sorrow" does it take to be able to write "sorrow" on three consecutive fans?

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

If the rules dictate that everyone has to give out two folding fans, it is absolutely impossible for those who form a team with Qi Xia to have all the "emotions, anger, sorrow, joy" together.

So what do we do next?

Qi Xia frowned and thought for a while, assuming that he was extremely lucky, when he replenished the folding fan half an hour later, he got another "sorrow"...

"Hey! Dude!" The square-faced man patted Qi Xia behind him, and Qi Xia immediately put away his folding fan.

"Why did you come here?" the man asked.

"I..." Qi Xia turned his head and put the folding fan in his pocket, "I just came to see my fan."

"How is it? 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 the other party's hole cards so bluntly?

If the news spreads that "this man is mourning three times", how can anyone be willing to match with him?

"Except for 'Xi', I have the remaining three characters. "Qi Xia said.

"Oh? Really?" The square-faced man thought about it for a while, "I do have "Xi", and I still have two more!From this point of view, the two of us can form a set of "emotions, anger, sorrow, joy"! "

"So you want to go 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 nonchalantly, then changed the topic and said, "I can agree to "pair" with you, but you need to give me a "happy". "

"No problem." The square-faced man nodded, "When the time comes, I'll take out a handful of 'Happy' and a handful of 'Anger', and you'll take out the remaining two. "

"You misunderstood me." Qi Xia shook his head, "I said I want to be alone with "Xi". "

"What...?" The square-faced man was stunned for a while, "Dude... Did I hear correctly?"

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

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

"Of course." Qi Xia nodded, "You can find other teammates, but my principle remains the same. 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.

Di Yang looked at the people around him, then stood in front of the table in the center, and said, "Ten minutes have passed, and the next game will officially begin."

After saying that, the crowd around them all moved.

Qi Xia sighed deeply, and slowly waited and watched in the field with his fan in his pocket.

In a game with such a large number of people, the first round is nothing more than big waves washing the sand. Those who are timid, strayed here, or temporarily repent will escape in large numbers, and the rest are the real "participants" of this game .

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

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

Qi Xia knew that his purpose of coming here was different from other people's. Apart from surviving, he also wanted to obtain the "Tao" as much as possible.

But how do the three "sorrows" take the first step?

Contrary to Qi Xia's expectation, after a full 10 minutes, only two teams escaped.

After the four people were successfully identified, they walked up the stairs leading upstairs.

It seems that Qi Xia is too optimistic, the greed of human nature 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 left, and the final reward will also change from five "Tao" to ten "Tao" , so it is not wise to escape in the first place.

But Qi Xia always had an ominous premonition that Diyang would lie after all.

Did he lie about the rules?

Qi Xia was wandering around in the room, but suddenly heard a noisy voice from the corner, turned his head to look, and it was human nature revealed.

At this moment, a man who looked tall and thick was snatching a folding fan from a thin man.

"What are you doing, you..." The skinny man looked very nervous, "Referee! Someone robbed something!"

Di Yang's eyes slowly drifted to the two of them, without any other movement at all.

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

At this time, the sheep actually slowly closed its eyes.

Seeing Di Yang's appearance, the five-year-old man felt more confident.

"Damn it...bring it to me!"

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

The emaciated man firmly grasped the last handful in his hand, and would not 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 sound of "呲啦", and the third fan was torn.

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

He wasn't sure if the fan was still usable, and after thinking about it for a few seconds, he threw it back to the other party.

"Stay on the front line when doing things, so we can meet again in the future." The five-year-old and three-thick man smiled, "I will return this to you."

The thin man seemed very angry, but he didn't dare to resist at all. Dozens of people nearby also watched coldly, 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, "All of us should not team up with this bad man and let him stay here to die."

"What?!" The five-year-old man sounded suddenly out of breath, and came to the woman in two steps, "Stinky bitch, are you courting 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 form a team 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 someone, he would make the woman in front of him suffer.

"Hey, enough is enough." A young man who looked about 20 years old suddenly appeared and stopped the big man. "This is a game where you can escape through cooperation. You don't want to arouse public anger, do you?"

Qi Xia looked up at the clock on the wall.

The game has only been going on for 15 minutes, so many people can't hold back their hearts at this time?

He shook his head, ignored the noisy crowd, and instead walked to the side of the thin man.

The man had just had his fan stolen, and he was still sitting on the ground holding a broken fan and crying bitterly.

"Hey, don't cry." Qi Xia said.

"Ah?" The man raised his head, looking at Qi Xia with tears in his eyes.

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