Chapter 248: Three Sorrows

What exactly is "luck"?

Qi Xia couldn't help but have this doubt.

As a person, how much "sorrow" do you need to endure to get three fans all written with "sorrow"?

The current situation was extremely tricky; no matter who Qi Xia partnered with, he could only produce two "sorrow" fans, meaning whoever teamed up with him couldn't escape.

If the rule required everyone to produce two fans, then the person pairing with Qi Xia absolutely couldn't complete the set of "joy, anger, sorrow, happiness."

What to do next?

Qi Xia frowned and thought for a moment. Suppose his luck reached its peak, and after half an hour, when the fans were replenished, he got another "sorrow"...

"Hey! Buddy!"

The square-faced man patted Qi Xia on the back, and Qi Xia quickly put away his fan.

"Why did you come here?"

The man asked.

"I..."

Qi Xia turned his head and slipped the fan into his pocket.

"I just came to check my fan."

"What is it? What character?"

The square-faced man asked again.

Qi Xia wondered what was up with this person, asking so directly about the other's hand.

If the news that "this person has three 'sorrow'" spread, how could anyone be willing to pair with him?

"Besides 'joy', I have the other three characters,"

Qi Xia said.

"Oh? Is that so?"

The square-faced man thought for a moment.

"I have 'joy', and two of them! So, it seems we can form a set of 'joy, anger, sorrow, happiness' together!"

"So, you want to get out quickly?"

Qi Xia asked.

"Of course..."

The square-faced man nodded vigorously.

"This place is deadly; who wouldn't want to get out quickly?"

"Oh..."

Qi Xia responded indifferently, then shifted the topic.

"I can agree to pair with you, but you need to give me one 'joy'."

"No problem."

The square-faced man nodded.

"Then, I'll produce one 'joy' and one 'anger', and you produce the remaining two."

"You misunderstood me."

Qi Xia shook his head.

"I mean, I want a single 'joy'."

"What...?"

The square-faced man was stunned for a moment.

"Buddy... did I hear that wrong?"

"No."

Qi Xia shook his head.

"If you want to partner with me, you need to give me the remaining fan in your hand."

"On what basis?"

The square-faced man looked at Qi Xia with some displeasure.

"I said I'd partner with you, but that doesn't mean I have to."

"Of course."

Qi Xia nodded.

"You can find other teammates, but my principle remains: if you want to partner with me, I want your third fan."

"You're sick."

The square-faced man waved his hand and turned to leave.

Di Yang glanced around at the crowd, then stood in front of the central table and said,

"Ten minutes have passed; the game officially begins."

After he spoke, the people around started moving.

Qi Xia sighed deeply and wandered slowly around the venue with the fan in his pocket.

In a game with so many people, the first round was just weeding out the weak; those who were timid, those who had wandered in by mistake, or those who regretted at the last minute would escape in large numbers, leaving only the true "participants" of this game.

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

Everyone was full of smiles, and the atmosphere around was relaxed and joyful.

Qi Xia knew that his purpose here was different from the others; besides surviving, he wanted to get as much "Dao" as possible.

But with three "sorrow", how could he take the first step?

Contrary to what Qi Xia expected, after a full ten minutes, only two teams escaped.

Those four people, after successful identification, went up the stairs to the upper floor.

It seemed Qi Xia had been too optimistic; human greed was more terrifying than he imagined.

Since Di Yang would replenish the fans after half an hour, that meant everyone left would have at least four fans, and after pairing, there would be two left, so the final reward would increase from five "Dao" to ten "Dao." Therefore, escaping at the beginning wasn't a wise move.

But Qi Xia always had a bad premonition; after all, Di Yang was someone who lied.

Did he lie in the rules?

Qi Xia was wandering in the room when he suddenly heard a noisy sound from the corner; turning his head, he saw human nature on full display.

A burly man was robbing a skinny man of his fan.

"What are you doing..."

The skinny man looked very nervous.

"Referee! Someone is robbing things!"

Di Yang's gaze slowly drifted toward the two, with no other actions.

"You... aren't you going to do something?"

The skinny man was so scared that his glasses fell to the ground.

At this time, Di Yang slowly closed his eyes.

The burly man, seeing Di Yang's appearance, felt even more confident.

"Damn it... give it to me!"

He reached out and pulled hard, taking two fans.

The skinny man held onto the last one tightly and wouldn't let go. The burly man, without giving him a chance to react, roughly tugged at him.

In just a few seconds, there was a crisp "rip" sound, and the third fan was torn.

The burly man picked up the fan and examined it in his hand; the broken fan dangled like scissors, one end up and the other down.

He wasn't sure if this fan could still be used; after thinking for a few seconds, he threw it back to the other.

"Leave some room for the future; it's better to meet again."

The burly man smiled.

"I'll give this one back to you."

The skinny man looked furious but didn't dare to resist. The dozens of people nearby just watched coldly, no one stepping forward to stop it.

But the atmosphere among the crowd clearly changed at that moment.

"I have a suggestion."

A very fashionable woman suddenly said loudly.

"Let's all not team up with this bad man and leave him here to die."

"What?!"

The burly man suddenly got angry and took two steps to stand in front of the woman.

"You bitch, are you asking for death?!"

"Are you going to kill me?"

The fashionable woman smiled.

"I have a feeling that if you kill me, even fewer people will dare to team up with you."

"What...?"

The burly man slowly extended his hand, seeming to hesitate whether to slap the woman.

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

"Hey, that's enough."

A young man who looked about twenty years old suddenly appeared and blocked the burly man.

"This is a game where cooperation is needed to escape; you don't want to incite public anger, do you?"

Qi Xia looked up at the clock on the wall.

The game had only been going on for fifteen minutes, and already so many people couldn't control their inner selves?

He shook his head and ignored the noisy crowd, instead walking over to the skinny man.

The man had just been robbed of his fan and was now sitting on the ground, hugging his broken fan and crying.

"Hey, stop crying."

Qi Xia said.

"Ah?"

The man looked up, tears in his eyes, looking at Qi Xia.

"What character is on that broken fan of yours?"