What exactly was “luck”?

Qi Xia couldn’t help but raise this question.

As a person, how “sorrowful” must one be to draw three consecutive fans all written with “Sorrow”?

The current situation was very thorny. No matter who Qi Xia cooperated with, he could only produce two “Sorrows,” which meant whoever cooperated with him couldn’t get out.

If the rules dictated that everyone must produce two folding fans, the person teaming with Qi Xia would absolutely be unable to gather the complete set of “joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness.”

What should he do next?

Qi Xia frowned and pondered for a while. Assuming his luck was extraordinarily good, when the folding fans were supplemented after half an hour, he received another “Sorrow”…

“Hey! Brother!” The square-faced man patted Qi Xia from behind. Qi Xia immediately closed his folding fans.

“Why did you come over here?” The man asked.

“I…” Qi Xia turned around and put the folding fans into his pocket. “I just came to look at my fan faces.”

“How is it? What characters are they?” The square-faced man asked again.

Qi Xia didn’t know what was wrong with the person before him, to so directly inquire about the other party’s cards.

If news spread that “this person has three Sorrows,” how could anyone be willing to pair with him?

“Aside from ‘Joy,’ I have the other three characters.” Qi Xia said.

“Oh? Really?” The square-faced man thought for a moment. “I actually have ‘Joy,’ two of them even! Looking at it this way, we two can form a complete set of ‘joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness’!”

“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 replied indifferently, then changed the subject and said, “I can agree to ‘pair’ with you, but you need to give me a ‘Joy.'”

“No problem.” The square-faced man nodded. “When the time comes, I’ll produce one ‘Joy’ and one ‘Anger,’ and you produce the remaining two.”

“You’ve misunderstood my meaning.” Qi Xia shook his head. “I said I want a separate ‘Joy.'”

“What…?” The square-faced man was stunned for a moment. “Brother… I didn’t hear wrong, did I?”

“No.” Qi Xia shook his head. “If you want to cooperate with me, you need to give me the remaining fan in your hand.”

“Why should I?” The square-faced man looked at Qi Xia somewhat displeased. “Although I said I wanted to cooperate with you, it’s not like I must cooperate with you, right?”

“Of course.” Qi Xia nodded. “You can go find other teammates, but my principle remains unchanged. If you want to cooperate with me, I want the third fan in your hand.”

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

Earth-Sheep looked around at everyone, then stood before the central table and said: “Ten minutes have passed. The game now officially begins.”

After these words, the crowd around began to move.

Qi Xia sighed deeply and walked slowly through the venue with his fans in his pocket, observing.

With so many people in the game, the first round was nothing more than sifting sand from the waves. Those who were timid, who had entered by mistake, or who had temporarily changed their minds would escape in large numbers. The remaining people would be the true “participants” of this game.

At this moment, some people had already begun conversing with each other, and some were even displaying their fan faces to others.

Everyone was wearing smiles. All around was a scene of relaxed joy.

Qi Xia knew his purpose for coming here was inherently different from others. Besides surviving, he also wanted to obtain as many “Dao” as possible.

But what should be the first step with three “Sorrows”?

Different from what Qi Xia had imagined, after a full ten minutes had passed, only two pairs of people had escaped.

After those four people’s identification succeeded, they walked up the staircase leading to the upper floor.

It seemed Qi Xia had been overly optimistic. Human greed was even more terrifying than he had imagined.

Since Earth-Sheep would supplement the folding fans after half an hour, in other words, each remaining person would have at least four fans in hand. After pairing, two would remain, and the final reward would also increase from five “Dao” to ten “Dao.” Therefore, escaping at the beginning wasn’t a wise move.

But Qi Xia always had an ominous premonition. After all, Earth-Sheep would lie.

Had he lied anywhere in the rules?

Qi Xia was wandering around the room when he suddenly heard noisy sounds coming from a corner. Turning to look, human nature was being exposed.

A man who looked big and burly was currently snatching folding fans from a thin man’s hands.

“What are you doing…” The thin man looked very nervous. “Referee! Someone’s stealing things!”

Earth-Sheep’s gaze slowly drifted toward the two, with no other action whatsoever.

“You… you’re not going to do anything?” The thin man was so frightened that his glasses fell to the ground.

At this moment, Earth-Sheep actually slowly closed his eyes.

Seeing Earth-Sheep’s appearance, the big, burly man felt even more confident.

“Damn it… Give them to me!”

He reached out his hand and yanked hard, snatching two fans over.

The thin man gripped his last fan tightly, refusing to let go no matter what. The big man gave him no chance to react, brutishly pulling at him.

After a few seconds, a crisp “rip” sound rang out—the third fan was torn apart.

The big, burly man picked up the fan and examined it in his hand. The torn fan was now like a pair of scissors; picking up one end caused the other end to droop down.

He wasn’t sure if this fan could still be used. After thinking for a few seconds, he tossed it back to the other party.

“Leave some room for maneuver, so we may meet again in the future.” The big, burly man smiled. “I’ll return this one to you.”

The thin man looked quite furious, but he completely dared not resist. The dozens of people nearby were all watching coldly, with not one person stepping forward to stop it.

However, the atmosphere among the crowd clearly changed in that moment.

“I have a suggestion.” A woman who looked very fashionable suddenly said loudly, “All of us should refuse to team with this bad man and let him stay here waiting to die.”

“What?!” The big, burly man suddenly became furious and approached the woman in two steps. “Bitch, you’re courting 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 team with you.”

“What…?” The big, burly man slowly extended his hand, as if hesitating whether to slap this woman.

Qi Xia felt that even if he didn’t kill anyone, he would definitely make the woman before him suffer.

“Hey, enough is enough.” A young man who looked about twenty years old suddenly appeared, blocking the big man’s path. “This is a game that requires cooperation to escape. You’re not going to incite public anger, are you?”

Qi Xia looked up at the clock on the wall.

The game had only been going for fifteen minutes, yet so many people couldn’t contain their inner selves already?

He shook his head, no longer paying attention to the noisy crowd. Instead, he walked to the side of the thin man.

This man had just had his fans stolen and was now still sitting on the ground holding a torn folding fan, crying bitterly.

“Hey, stop crying.” Qi Xia said.

“Ah?” The man looked up, eyes brimming with tears as he looked at Qi Xia.

“What character is on that torn fan of yours?”