Ten Days End

Qi Xia looked at the electronic clock on the wall. The game had been going on for 57 minutes.

Three minutes later, the second "replenishment" was coming.

But the current situation was very passive. If Qi Xia guessed correctly, it was impossible for the people on the scene to take out even one "Tao", so how to replenish it next?

During this period, four teams escaped. Qi Xia calculated that there were 32 people left on the field.

Theoretically, there were at most 22 "Ai" left.

"No..."

Qi Xia raised the corner of his mouth. The square-faced man just now was deceived by him and put "Ai" into the machine twice in a row.

There were only 20 "Ai" left on the "market".

Di Yang saw that the time had reached 60 minutes, and he lowered his head and started to rummage again.

This time he did not take out the huge handbag, but took out a small bag.

Then he took out four fans from the bag, opened them one by one, and placed them on the table.

One each for "Happiness, Anger, Sadness, and Joy".

While everyone was puzzled, he took the small blackboard, wiped the writing on it with a handkerchief, then took out a piece of chalk from his chest pocket, wrote another sentence seriously, and finally threw the chalk on the table.

Everyone looked at it and saw that it was written on the small blackboard: "Two folding fans for each folding fan."

This sentence is very confusing, but everyone still understands the meaning.

Use two fans... to exchange for the fan on the table?

Qi Xia understood that this rule is suitable for participants like himself who have the same three starting fans, otherwise it is difficult for anyone to be willing to exchange two fans for one.

Qi Xia shook his head and was about to leave, but suddenly thought of something.

"Slow down..." He turned around and looked at this weird scene.

Small blackboard, table, folding fan, Diyang.

Diyang is obviously a participant... He actually started a business here?

What right does he have to replenish everyone's fans?

"So that's it...?"

Qi Xia made a bold assumption.

Whether it was the 52 fans in the first round or the four fans now... they should all be free.

And this small blackboard is a scam. If this is the "rule", at least it shouldn't be a handwritten blackboard. This is obviously a choice made to adapt to circumstances.

Since Diyang appeared as a referee at the beginning, no one dared to disobey, so whether it was three "Tao" in one hand or two in exchange for one hand, these things would fall into Diyang's pocket.

This is his trick in this game.

Qi Xia took a deep breath and slowly walked to the side of the table.

Diyang saw someone coming, looked at Qi Xia with a very calm expression, and then spit out a few words: "Please choose at will."

Qi Xia nodded, and did not pick up the fan on the table at all, but picked up the chalk on the table instead.

Diyang frowned slightly and asked, "What to do?"

"Same as you." Qi Xia replied.

This sentence made Diyang narrow his eyes slowly.

Qi Xia held the chalk in his hand and came to the other side away from the sheep, then wrote "one for one" on the ground.

Then he unfolded the four fans except "Sorrow" and threw them on the ground. He thought for a while and took out the sharp knife and stuck it in front of himself.

Qi Xia's strange behavior quickly attracted the attention of others.

"Hey, there's a man over there who's exchanging one for another!"

"That man is cheaper than the sheep!"

Many people came to Qi Xia and found that this man also had four fans in front of him.

Joy, anger, anger, and happiness.

Except for the absence of "Sorrow", the other three colors are all available.

There is a knife in front of him, and he doesn't look easy to mess with.

An aunt looked at Qi Xia suspiciously and asked, "Can anything be exchanged?"

"Yes." Qi Xia nodded, "All fans can be exchanged."

"Can I exchange "Joy" for one of your "Anger"? "The aunt asked again.

"Of course. "Qi Xia nodded and picked up the "Angry" directly, "Here."

Seeing Qi Xia's initiative, the aunt took out her "Joy" doubtfully and exchanged a handful of "Angry" with Qi Xia.

Qi Xia nodded and put the "Joy" he exchanged on the ground again.

"Everyone, my exchange will last for half an hour." He said to everyone, "When the time is up or I don't want to exchange, this stall will end."

Seeing this scene, Di Yang slowly left the table and came to Qi Xia's stall.

The onlookers saw Di Yang coming and made way.

Qi Xia slowly stood up and looked at Di Yang.

"Have you lived enough?" Di Yang asked.

"Before coming here, I even arranged my funeral. Do you think I would be afraid of threats?" Qi Xia replied.

Di Yang 1A hint of murderous intent flashed in his calm eyes. He knew that the man in front of him had seen through the game.

The two people were only half a meter apart, and the atmosphere was very depressing.

Di Yang took a deep breath and said, "Close the stall, otherwise I will be rude to you."

"Be rude to me?" Qi Xia's eyes also flashed with a hint of murderous intent, "Do you think I am polite to you?"

"What?"

"Others want the "Tao", but I want your fur more." Qi Xia laughed, "As long as I have this fur, I can see the person I want to see."

Di Yang suddenly felt something was wrong. Qi Xia's lips moved and he slowly said, "Di Yang, I want to bet with you..."

Before he finished speaking, Di Yang's black-haired hand had already pressed hard on Qi Xia's mouth. He pinched Qi Xia's chin, making him feel short of breath.

"Boy...are you crazy? !" Di Yang asked with his eyes wide open, "Do you know what level I am? "

Qi Xia was speechless, but there was still a hint of teasing in his eyes, which made Di Yang feel extremely dangerous.

What kind of look is this?

Di Yang exerted a little force on his hand, and he felt that he had to kill this person immediately...

Qi Xia slowly reached into his pocket, took out a fan, and then spread it in front of Di Yang with a "snap".

A big "Ai" was written on the fan!

This extremely humiliating action made Di Yang's eyes bloodshot.

"Who are you...?" Di Yang came forward and asked in a low voice, "A person who currently doesn't even have an "echo" wants to gamble his life with me... How dare you?"

Qi Xia shook his head vigorously, and Di Yang let go of his hand.

He coughed twice, slowly raised his head, and smiled: ""Echo"...?" I don't need that kind of thing when I walk in the "End of the World"... That kind of thing will only disturb me..."

Di Yang looked at the man in front of him in confusion, and he hesitated.

He felt a very familiar temperament in this man.

He was cold, dangerous, crazy... What a familiar feeling?

"You..." Di Yang held it in for a long time before finally saying a word, "Do you know how dangerous the road you chose is?"

"Of course I know!" Qi Xia shouted coldly, "There are many roads in this world, and everyone has their own road!"

Di Yang's eyes widened slowly after hearing this, he took a step forward and grabbed Qi Xia's collar: "Who taught you this sentence! ?"

"Oh?" Qi Xia raised the corner of his mouth, "If you want to know... why not come and fight me in an upright duel. "