But if fifty-one people participated...... why did the "Earth Sheep" control the number of people in the next place?

This is a dangerous and exciting conclusion.

The first fan sent out was not at all one hundred and fifty for fifty people, nor one hundred and fifty-three for fifty people.

For counting the sheep on the ground, there were fifty-two people standing on the field, and all fifty-two of them received fans.

So theoretically, there were 156 fans in the first round.

But one hundred and fifty-six is still not the first round of fans.

Before the game began, when the earth sheep gave a demonstration to the crowd, they threw four fans into the "matching machine".

With the addition of these four, the game was officially established.

In the first round, there were a total of 160 fans, 40 of each suit.

In this way, all the logic is smooth.

The land sheep did not kill for the purpose of "sanction", but he simply wanted to kill according to his own preferences.

He was clearly one of the participants.

After all, the "matching machine" showed a photo of the ground sheep from the beginning, indicating that he was recorded.

In other words, the rules here don't care if the participants kill each other or not. This makes the problem even more difficult, because the ground sheep is also a participant, and he can also kill people at will.

But his strength is too strong, and if he really wants to kill people, there is no one present who is his opponent.

Come to think of it, as long as the earth sheep becomes a participant, even if the remaining fifty-one people are all united, it will have no effect.

He's going to go on a killing spree.

This directly made it a joke to participate in the game as a team.

Qi Xia shook his head, and couldn't help but secretly say in his heart, the ground sheep, the ground sheep...... You're an interesting opponent......

In order to experience the game of fraud for yourself, do you actively put yourself in the middle of it every time?

Qi Xia's eyes slowly became hesitant......

I thought that his opponent was fifty ordinary people, and no matter how bad the situation was, at most he would face a few more "echoes", but who would have thought that he would directly face Di Yang himself here?

He will kill other participants according to his needs and preferences.

This huge casino...... It's almost like his slaughterhouse.

But now the situation is also a bit strange, he can directly kill everyone on the field, why would he allow anyone to escape?

"Do you want a relatively fair game......? You kill a violent person because you don't believe in this way of winning? ”

Qi Xia looked at the black sheep-headed man in the center of the venue again, and at this time, the ground sheep also turned his head to look at Qi Xia.

The eyes of the two men met at this time.

After a long time, the ground sheep turned its head away and looked straight ahead as if it had seen nothing.

Qi Xia also came to his senses, walked over to the dead old man, and pulled the sharp knife from his chest. Then he carried a sharp knife and walked in front of the big man who was killed by the ground sheep.

The big man died standing, his head spun three hundred and sixty degrees, twisting his neck into a twist of flesh and blood.

His fan had been "confiscated" by the goat, and because of this, no one had come to check on his body.

Qi Xia held the sharp knife and looked at the "rich man" who was pierced through the ribs by the big man with the knife, came to his eyes and turned over the fan in his pocket, but unfortunately, there was no "mourning".

"Hey!" The ground sheep shouted in the distance, "Those who have escaped shall not take the fan again." ”

"Can't take it again?" Qi Xia looked back at the ground sheep suspiciously, and couldn't deduce the truth of this sentence at all.

"That's right." Diyang said, "Originally, he was supposed to exchange these fans for 'Tao', but he died, so the fans were also invalid. ”

"Void ......?"

"Yes." The ground sheep nodded.

The corners of Qi Xia's mouth raised, and he directly picked up all the fans of the dead rich man, and then tore them apart one by one.

"Since it is invalid...... Then don't stay here, lest the game be unfair. ”

The ground sheep opened its mouth, but did not speak.

Qi Xia tore the fan apart and mixed all the pieces together, making sure that it was completely unusable before leaving with the sharp knife.

Qi Xia's actions attracted everyone's attention, killing people was no longer allowed in this field, why would anyone still take a knife?

And he's clearly defiantly sheep......

Isn't this man afraid of death?

Qi Xia took the knife to the corner of the venue and sat down slowly.

The rest of the time is just waiting.

Wait for the "mourning" in the field to be consumed.

There are 40 "lamentations" issued in the first round, so ...... How many are left in the end?

The ground sheep consumed one for the demonstration, and the two teams of people escaped and consumed two.

Qi Xia had three in his hand, and theoretically there were at most thirty-four "mourning" in circulation in the "market" at that time......

So...... How many handfuls did you just replenish?

After all, he said that "everyone is guaranteed a chance to refill the fan", which means that the number of fans he took out the second time was the same as the number of people present, which was fifty-two, so that there was a chance that everyone would be restocked with the fan.

Fifty-two is exactly divisible by four, with thirteen of each suit.

The only good news is that these thirteen additional "mournings" have been taken away by the "rich".

Therefore, all the other fans have been replenished with thirteen, but the number of "mourning" remains the same, and it is still decreasing.

These three teams of "rich people" not only took thirteen "mourning", but also consumed three "mourning" to escape, and the "mourning" remained thirty-one.

Before Qin Dingdong left, he took out a handful of "mourning" and gave it to himself, so that the "mourning" on the "market" decreased again.

At present, there are only 30 "mourning" in circulation at most in the "market", and this condition is still based on the premise that "all those who escaped only consumed one mourning".

"No......" Qi Xia suddenly thought that Qin Dingdong's original hole cards were "joy, anger, and sorrow".

She left with an extra handful of "mourning".

There are 29 "mourning" left on the field.

If Qin Dingdong's situation is not an isolated case...... In other words, the number of "mourning" remaining in the end will only be less than twenty-nine, and may even approach twenty.

So...... Can there be less than 20 "mourning" on the field?

Forty people need to escape, and theoretically they still need to consume twenty "mourning", so can they survive until the last moment?

Whoever escaped first...... Or is "mourning" consumed first?

Qi Xia found that this strange game did not have a "Nash equilibrium" at all, and continued to sit down just to find death.

To make the plan foolproof...... It is necessary to consume a lot of "mourning".

But how to consume the "sorrow" in the hands of others now?

Qi Xia thought carefully for a while, and couldn't help but smile.

Still need to think about it?

Directly punch the master to death, just use Qin Dingdong's way.

Now he can take the initiative to "match" with others, and the knife in his hand can play the role of "thug".

As soon as Qi Xia looked up, he saw three more teams of escapees, the number of which was reduced by six again, leaving thirty-four.

The number of "Lamentation" was again reduced by three, and the maximum number was 26.

Before Qi Xia could find the prey, the square-faced man he had seen at the beginning walked over and said to Qi Xia with a smile on his face: "Hey! Brother! Brothers! ”

Qi Xia turned his head to look at him, not knowing why.

He believes that the negotiations between the two have collapsed.

"Brother...... I promised you! The square-faced man said a little nervously.

"What?"

"I'll give you an extra fan, you can match it with me!"

Qi Xia looked down at the bulging pockets of the square-faced man, and couldn't help but think of something.

"Okay!" Qi Xia nodded, "Give me a fan first, and I'll match you." ”

"No problem!" The man looked a little anxious, and immediately took out a fan from his pocket and handed it to Qi Xia.

Qi Xia lowered his head and opened it to take a look, it was "Xi".

"Okay, let's go match." Qi Xia said.

The square-faced man nodded, and the two of them came to the "matching machine".

"What's wrong with me?" The square-faced man was stunned, "What do you have?" ”

"Except for 'mourning', there are all the rest." Qi Xia said.

"Then I will be "sad" and "happy", and you will be "happy" and "angry"!"

"Okay."