Ten Days End

"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? Just help us draw the lot fairly, and then I will tell you how to deal with this black bead, deal?"

"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", can I 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 was looking at a clown, and finally shook his head helplessly, and whispered: "Maybe the survivors will be worse than the dead."

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

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

Seeing that Qi Xia was convinced by him, the man nodded contentedly, then turned around and asked, "Who will draw first? Do you want to play rock-paper-scissors?"

The six people finally decided to use rock-paper-scissors to determine the order of drawing lots. At this time, Qi Xia also turned his head to look at the lone Di Niu, who kept looking in his direction, always expressionless.

He had seen Di Niu once 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 there is enough physical strength, there is a great probability of winning this game. For example, if the two people left in the end are Qiao Jiajin and Zhang Shan, it will be difficult for Di Niu to take advantage of this game.

Then Qi Xia glanced at the six people standing in front of him and found that only the fat man with glasses could have a slight advantage in the tug-of-war game, and the rest of them could not take any advantage.

They finally finished guessing the fists, and walked to Qi Xia one by one to grab their own life and death. Qi Xia also used some tricks, through language guidance and eye hints, to make the survivors accurately become Wang Ge and the fat man.

"Hey! How could this happen?!" Wang Ge wondered with poor acting skills, "I have "echoed"! But I survived? !"

The faces of the four people who drew the death became obviously ugly, but after all, it was decided by strangers, and no one could object.

At this time, Wang Ge 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 was looking at a group of monkeys, "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."

Wang Ge heard Di Niu's reminder and hurriedly turned back and said, "Everyone! Since we have all drawn the lot, this time we can only leave it to fate. You know me. Normally, I would never trade my teammates for Dao, but this time is different. This is a full 960 Dao! It's too much! "

Under the double pressure from Di Niu and Brother Wang, the fat man with glasses also hurriedly said: "Brother Wang is right. You can calculate it yourself. How many times do we have to die to earn 960 Dao? Although you look dead, you only die once after all! Do the math yourself! Do you want to die all the time or die once? "

"But the two of us don't have "echoes"..." A tall and thin man pointed at himself and another middle-aged man and said, "Brother Wang... Can you exchange with me...?"

After they talked in detail, Qi Xia found that two of the four people who were about to die had no "echoes". Death was a "farewell" for them.

"Isn't it better to forget?!" The fat man grabbed the tall and thin man and said, "The reason why each of us resists death is that we are afraid of the fear brought by death. As long as you forget that you have died, it means that you have never died!" After he finished speaking, he turned back and pointed at Brother Wang: "Don't think that Brother Wang is not afraid of death because he has "echoed". When he is resurrected next time, he will still remember the fear before death and the pain when he dies. This is a torture for everyone! Facing the situation of dying soon, losing your memory is your blessing!" Two of them thought it made sense, while the other two "echoers" did not take death so seriously. After discussing for a long time, they decided to end their lives with a knife. But suicide and being killed are obviously two completely different things.The difficulty of the fight was so great that several people kept passing knives to each other, and no one could kill themselves.

Seeing that a group of people were gradually getting confused, Di Niu walked up slowly and said softly, "I have a suggestion."

Everyone looked back at her.

"Since you have already decided on the teammates to die, and everyone has drawn lots voluntarily, why don't I help you?" After Di Niu finished speaking, he looked up at the sky, "If I delay 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 helplessness. At least Di Niu would be more professional and the pain they suffered would be shorter.

After hearing everyone's agreement, Di Niu flashed up and snatched the dagger from one person. In just a few seconds, he cut everyone's neck cleanly. They didn't even have time to fall down, and their eyes didn't start to become afraid, but the wounds had already bloomed.

Four rivers of blood flowed from the necks of the people, and they covered their necks and slowly knelt on the ground in the "rain sound".

The Earth King and the fat man on the side swallowed their saliva after watching. Although this was all discussed in advance, the killing of Earth-level "Zodiac" always makes people feel chilling. They seem to regard human life as ants, and they do not hesitate before killing or after killing.

The Earth Bull also walked to the four fallen people, grabbed the ankles of two of them with his left and right hands, and then turned himself into a slingshot, exerting force from his waist and abdomen in an instant, and lifted the two people over his head like pebbles and threw them far away. This time, he obviously used force throughout his body, and two footprints of neither deep nor shallow appeared under the Earth Bull's feet.

(This paragraph is to apologize to everyone, and I also have some things to say. Readers who don’t want to read can stop scrolling and go to the next chapter. Thank you. I have been feeling groggy recently after the H1N1 flu. I updated for more than 120 days in a row and only took my first leave this month. In the meantime, I have been signing physical books and participating in various author activities. I handwrite 10,000 words and code 4,000 words every day. I didn’t want to stop updating, but the H1N1 flu came again, which made me too tired during this period. I was often in a daze when coding, which caused a bad reading experience for everyone. I sincerely apologize to everyone, and I will try to handle the text carefully in the future. I thought about stopping updating to maintain quality before, 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 guarantee updates for everyone. If you find any typos or logical problems, just tag me or contact me through any platform, and I will definitely make changes in time. This is the first point. )

(Second, some people mentioned that I had revised the previous paragraphs, suspecting that I had written it wrong and went back to revise it. Some people also used this to drive the rhythm. In fact, people who know me or have read it twice should know that I have revised far more than one place before. If someone has screenshots throughout the process, they should be able to find at least a hundred places that are different from the original, but the general direction of the story must remain unchanged, because each time it is a fine-tuning rather than a major change, so it will not cause a split barrier to readers who have already read it. Regarding this point, I will generously admit it to everyone who asks me Because I firmly believe that good works are revised, not rushed. After the last book was finished, I spent almost two months going back to the beginning to fine-tune the whole book. The fine-tuning basically included: typos, wording, emotional expression, subtle logic, supporting character relationships, readers' better writing methods, making foreshadowing smoother, and many other complex aspects. This book will be the same. Not only will I make fine-tuning while writing, but I will also make adjustments from the beginning after it is finished. After all, readers who are familiar with this work should know that the style of this book may not be suitable for serialization, because the style I use is basically not "linear narrative", but closer to a "circular narrative" that connects the beginning and the end. I have been using it since the moment I put pen to paper. I have conceived the prequel, the beginning, the development, and the ending. In order to make it look more like a work that echoes from beginning to end and has a strong integrity, I not only spend half of my time typing every day, but also spend a long time reading my own book and making many fine-tuning. This 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, and I understand everyone's ideas. 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 work. Compared with everyone, I should want this book to be good more than anyone else. Thank you to everyone who understands me. Your understanding is making "TenThe End of the Day is getting better and better, and thank you to everyone who didn't understand me. Your doubts are also the beacon of the growth of The End of the Day. Thank you to everyone who has left their thoughts. That's about it. I've said everything I wanted to say. I won't take up your reading time anymore! Go! )

(Oh, by the way, I've said this. By the way, it's impossible for me to meet readers on the high-speed rail and talk to them about the subsequent plot and outline. People who know me should know that I can't do such an extroverted thing, so everyone should be careful to distinguish.)