Qi Xia looked at the electronic clock on the wall—the game had been going for fifty-seven minutes.

In three minutes, the second “replenishment” would arrive.

But the current situation was very passive. If Qi Xia guessed correctly, it was impossible for anyone present to produce even a single “Dao” now, so how would the replenishment proceed?

During this time, four more teams had escaped. Qi Xia calculated—thirty-two people remained on the field.

Theoretically, at most twenty-two “Sorrows” remained.

“No, that’s not right…”

The corners of Qi Xia’s mouth curved up. The square-faced man had just been deceived by him, inserting “Sorrow” into the machine twice in succession.

Only twenty “Sorrows” remained on the “market.”

Earth-Sheep, seeing the time reach sixty minutes, lowered his head to rummage again.

This time he didn’t bring out the enormous briefcase, but rather took out a small bag.

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

One each of “Joy,” “Anger,” “Sorrow,” and “Happiness.”

Just as everyone was confused, he took the small blackboard, used his handkerchief to wipe away the writing on it, then took out chalk from his breast pocket and earnestly wrote another sentence. Finally, he threw the chalk on the table.

Everyone looked—the small blackboard read: “Each folding fan costs two folding fans.”

This sentence was very convoluted to read, but everyone still understood its meaning.

Use two fans… to exchange for the fans on the table?

Qi Xia understood—this rule suited participants like himself whose three starting fans were the same, otherwise it would be difficult for anyone to willingly use two fans to exchange for one.

Qi Xia shook his head and was about to leave when he suddenly thought of something.

“Wait a moment…” He turned back to look at this bizarre scene.

The small blackboard, the table, the folding fans, Earth-Sheep.

Earth-Sheep was clearly a participant… yet he was brazenly doing business here?

What right did he have to replenish everyone’s fans?

“So that’s how it is…?”

Qi Xia made a bold assumption.

Whether it was the first round’s fifty-two fans or the current four fans… they should all be free.

And this small blackboard was a scam. If this were a “rule,” at the very least it shouldn’t be written by hand on a small blackboard. This was clearly a choice made to adapt to circumstances.

Given that Earth-Sheep had appeared as a referee at the beginning and no one dared disobey him, whether it was three “Dao” per fan or two fans for one fan, these things would all fall into Earth-Sheep’s pocket.

This was his fraud technique in this game.

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

Earth-Sheep, seeing someone approach, looked at Qi Xia with a very bland expression, then uttered a few words: “Please choose freely.”

Qi Xia nodded. He didn’t reach for the fans on the table at all, but instead picked up the chalk on the table.

Earth-Sheep frowned slightly and asked: “What are you doing?”

“The same as you.” Qi Xia answered.

This statement made Earth-Sheep slowly narrow his eyes.

Qi Xia held the chalk in his hand, came to the other side far from Earth-Sheep, then wrote on the ground “One for One Exchange.”

Then he spread out the four fans other than “Sorrow” and threw them on the ground. After thinking for a moment, he also took out the sharp knife and stabbed it into the ground in front of him.

Qi Xia’s strange actions quickly drew other people’s attention.

“Hey, that person over there is doing one-for-one exchanges!”

“That person is cheaper than Earth-Sheep!”

Many people came to Qi Xia’s side and discovered this person also had four fans displayed before him.

Joy, Anger, Anger, Happiness.

Except for not having “Sorrow,” all three other suits were available.

With a knife stabbed before him, he didn’t look easy to provoke either.

An older woman looked at Qi Xia suspiciously and asked: “Can anything be exchanged?”

“Yes.” Qi Xia nodded. “All fans can be exchanged.”

“Can I use ‘Joy’ to exchange for one of your ‘Anger’?” the woman asked again.

“Of course.” Qi Xia nodded and directly picked up “Anger.” “Here.”

Seeing Qi Xia so proactive, the woman dubiously took out her “Joy” and exchanged it with Qi Xia for an “Anger.”

Qi Xia nodded and placed the exchanged “Joy” back on the ground.

“Everyone, my exchange will last half an hour.” He said to the crowd. “When time is up, or when I don’t want to exchange anymore, this stall will end.”

Earth-Sheep, seeing this scene, slowly left the table and came to Qi Xia’s stall.

The onlooking crowd, seeing Earth-Sheep approach, all made way.

Qi Xia slowly stood up and faced Earth-Sheep eye to eye.

“Are you tired of living?” Earth-Sheep asked.

“Before coming here, I even made arrangements for my funeral. Do you think I’d be afraid of threats?” Qi Xia answered.

A trace of killing intent flashed through Earth-Sheep’s normally bland eyes. He knew the man before him had already seen through this game.

The two were separated by only half a meter. The atmosphere was very oppressive.

Earth-Sheep took a breath and said: “Pack up your stall, or else I won’t be polite to you.”

“Not be polite to me?” A trace of killing intent also flashed through Qi Xia’s eyes. “Do you think I’m being polite to you?”

“What?”

“Others want ‘Dao,’ but what I want more is that pelt of yours.” Qi Xia laughed. “As long as I have this pelt, I can meet the person I want to meet.”

Earth-Sheep suddenly felt something was wrong. He saw Qi Xia’s lips move, slowly saying: “Earth-Sheep, I want to gamble with you…”

Before the words fell, Earth-Sheep’s hand covered in black fur had already pressed hard on Qi Xia’s mouth. He gripped Qi Xia’s chin, making him suddenly feel difficulty breathing.

“Boy… are you insane?!” Earth-Sheep glared and asked. “Do you know what level I am?”

Qi Xia couldn’t speak, but his eyes still revealed a trace of mockery, which made Earth-Sheep feel extremely dangerous.

What kind of look was this?

Earth-Sheep applied slight pressure with his hand. He felt he must kill this person immediately…

Qi Xia slowly put his hand in his pocket, took out a fan, then with a “snap” unfolded it before Earth-Sheep.

The fan bore a large character—”Sorrow”!

This extremely humiliating action made Earth-Sheep so angry his eyes became bloodshot.

“Who are you…?” Earth-Sheep leaned forward and asked in a low voice. “A person who doesn’t even currently have ‘Echo’ wants to gamble their life with me… how do you dare?”

Qi Xia forcefully shook his head, and Earth-Sheep also released his hand.

He coughed twice, slowly raised his head, and smiled: “‘Echo’…? Walking in the ‘Land of the End,’ I don’t need that kind of thing at all… that kind of thing would only disturb me…”

Earth-Sheep looked at the man before him with confusion. He hesitated.

He felt from this man a very familiar quality.

He was cold, dangerous, insane… what a familiar feeling this was?

“You…” Earth-Sheep held back for a long time before finally managing to say one sentence. “Do you know what a dangerous path you’ve chosen?”

“Of course I know!” Qi Xia shouted coldly. “There are many paths in this world, and each person has their own path!”

After hearing this, Earth-Sheep slowly widened his eyes. He stepped forward and grabbed Qi Xia’s collar: “Who taught you those words!?”

“Oh?” The corners of Qi Xia’s mouth curved up. “If you want to know… why not come have an open and honest showdown with me.”