Chapter 804: Explosiveness

“Young man!” Wang Ge looked up at Qi Xia. “You still don’t know how to handle that *hei zhu zi* on your head, right? If you help us with a fair draw, I’ll tell you how to deal with it next. Deal?”

“Ha.” Qi Xia grinned. “That sounds incredibly tempting.”

“You should understand, right?” Wang Ge continued. “None of us can touch those two scratched ‘*dao*’, only you can. So it has to be ‘fair’, only ‘fair’, and then I can tell you the way to save yourself. Got it?”

The man emphasized the word “fair” and winked at Qi Xia.

Qi Xia looked at him as if he were a clown, finally shaking his head helplessly and saying softly, “Maybe the ones who survive will be worse off than the ones who die.”

“That’s not for you to worry about. You just handle the ‘fair’ part.” Wang Ge reached out and squeezed Qi Xia’s shoulder, then said, “Be smart about this, kid. I won’t shortchange you.”

“I’ll try to be smart about it.” Qi Xia nodded in agreement.

Seeing that he had convinced Qi Xia, the man nodded contentedly, then turned back and asked, “Who wants to draw first? Want to play rock-paper-scissors?”

The six of them eventually decided to use rock-paper-scissors to determine the order of drawing. At that moment, Qi Xia turned his head to look at Di Niu, who was standing alone. Di Niu had been staring in his direction, his face expressionless the whole time.

Qi Xia had once seen Di Niu in the “*Hei Xiong* Hunting” game and felt that games relying on physical strength were relatively simple—even with a strong mind, it wouldn’t help much.

As long as someone had enough physical strength, there was a high probability of winning the game. For example, if the final two left were Qiao Jia Jin and Zhang Shan, Di Niu would have a hard time gaining an advantage.

Then, Qi Xia scanned the six people standing in front of him and noticed that only the bespectacled fat man might have a slight edge in a tug-of-war game; the others wouldn’t stand much of a chance.

They finished their rock-paper-scissors, and one by one, they approached Qi Xia to draw their lots of life and death. Qi Xia subtly manipulated things through his words and eye signals, ensuring that the survivors were exactly Wang Ge and the fat man.

“Ah! How could this be?!” Wang Ge feigned surprise. “I already have ‘*hui xiang*’! And yet I survived?!”

The four who drew death looked visibly upset, but since it was decided by a stranger’s draw, no one could object.

At that point, Wang Ge turned and gave Qi Xia an approving glance.

“Ha…” Qi Xia slowly stood up, looking at the six men in front of him as if they were a bunch of monkeys. “This is getting interesting.”

“Have you all made your decision?” Di Niu asked at just the right moment. “If you’re not prepared to accept the second challenge, please leave my game area now.”

Upon hearing Di Niu’s reminder, Wang Ge quickly turned back and pressed his advantage. “Everyone! Now that we’ve drawn the lots, we have to accept fate this time. You all know me—I’d never trade teammates for ‘*dao*’ under normal circumstances, but this is different. That’s a full nine hundred and sixty ‘*dao*’! It’s just too much!”

Under the double pressure from Di Niu and Wang Ge, the bespectacled fat man hurriedly chimed in, “Wang Ge is right. Calculate it yourselves—how many times do we have to die to earn nine hundred and sixty ‘*dao*’? Sure, you might look dead, but it’s just once. Think about it: keep dying forever, or die just once?”

“But we don’t have ‘*hui xiang*’…” A lanky man pointed to himself and another middle-aged man, saying, “Wang Ge… could you switch with me…?”

Through their discussion, Qi Xia realized that among the four doomed to die, two didn’t have ‘*hui xiang*’, so death meant true farewell for them.

“What’s wrong with forgetting?” The fat man grabbed the lanky man and said, “The reason we all fear death is the terror it brings. If you forget you’ve died, it’s as if you never did!”

After speaking, he turned and pointed at Wang Ge. “Don’t think Wang Ge isn’t afraid of death just because he has ‘*hui xiang*’. Next time he revives, he’ll still remember the fear before death and the pain of dying—it’s torture for anyone! In the face of imminent death, losing your memories is a blessing for you!”

The two without ‘*hui xiang*’ found some sense in this, while the other two with it didn’t take death quite as seriously. After much deliberation, they decided to end their own lives with a knife.

But suicide and being killed were entirely different levels of difficulty. They kept passing the knife among themselves, but no one could bring themselves to do it.

As the group grew more chaotic, Di Niu stepped forward and said softly, “I have a suggestion.”

Everyone turned to look at her.

“Since you’ve already decided on the ones to die and everyone agreed to the draw, how about I handle it for you?” Di Niu glanced at the sky and continued, “If we delay any longer, I’ll get anxious. Agreed?”

They exchanged glances and felt this was the best option in their predicament—at least Di Niu would be professional, and their suffering would be brief.

Once they agreed, Di Niu swiftly moved, snatching the dagger from one person’s hand. In just a few seconds, she cleanly slit each of their necks. They hadn’t even fallen or shown fear in their eyes before the wounds opened up.

Four rivers of blood poured from their necks, and amid the “rain sounds,” they slowly knelt to the ground, clutching their throats.

Wang Ge and the fat man swallowed hard as they watched. Even though it was all prearranged, seeing a *sheng xiao* like this kill was chilling—they treated human lives like ants, no hesitation before and no remorse after.

Di Niu then walked over to the fallen four, grabbed two of them by the ankles with her left and right hands, and like a slingshot, used her waist and abdomen to hurl them overhead like pebbles. This time, she put her full force into it, leaving two shallow footprints under her feet.