The End of Ten Days: When Qi Xia Enters the Tales of Rules

The man in the horse-faced mask cursed and swore, seemingly unwilling to accept the outcome.

However, he has not completely lost.

There are two more chances.

Next, it was Qi Xia's turn to draw, and Lin Yi guessed.

After the two were ready, the horse-faced masked man circled around Qi Xia for a short while.

Then, he stretched out his hands to Qi Xia.

Ten slender and long fingers were displayed in front of Qi Xia.

The half of his finger that he had cut off earlier has now grown back.

"Could the result be ten this time?" the audience exclaimed in surprise.

Suddenly, the man in the horse-faced mask gave a sly smile and twitched the five fingers of his right hand rapidly.

then,

A finger slowly grew out between my index and middle fingers.

"The eleventh finger!"

The audience who witnessed this scene could no longer remain calm.

"This...this is too outrageous! How can fingers grow out of thin air?"

"We're doomed. He deliberately showed off his ten fingers in front of Lin Yi before. Lin Yi would never have imagined that he would grow an eleventh finger out of thin air."

"Damn it, this is outrageous!"

"I thought this finger-guessing game was easy, and that my best friend and I could play it, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult."

"We can't survive a little bit, we really can't survive a little bit. The world of ghost stories is not a place for ordinary people like us."

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Even though Qi Xia was a man of great experience, his expression still turned serious in the face of such a bizarre scene.

This is a two-player game; it cannot be completed by one person alone.

The current challenge is how to convey the message about "October 1st" to Lin Yi.

Furthermore, Lin Yi was required to believe that the man with the horse-face mask had eleven fingers.

It's so hard!

Because in Lin Yi's subconscious, he had already accepted that the person wearing the horse-face mask only had ten fingers.

Getting Lin Yi to guess the eleventh finger is harder than climbing to heaven.

Unless... it's possible to change Lin Yi's subconscious.

However, changing one's subconscious mind is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

Even the most outstanding psychologists can only sigh in despair.

Seeing that Qi Xia hadn't shown the blank paper yet, Lin Yi guessed that he must have encountered a tricky situation.

But he really couldn't guess what this troublesome matter was.

Qi Xia stared at the eleven fingers of the man in the horse-face mask, his deep eyes darting around rapidly.

Then, he quickly wrote a word on the white paper.

Just as everyone thought he was going to show it to Lin Yi, Qi Xia folded the white paper and held it tightly in his hand.

"No, why hasn't he shown the blank sheet of paper yet? How is Lin Yi supposed to guess if he doesn't show it?"

"Is he going to give up? No way! This time it's going to be tough, but guessing is better than giving up."

"This time it was really too difficult. Even if they couldn't guess it, it's not their fault. It's just... I'm really a little unwilling to accept it..."

Viewers watching the live stream were so tense they dared not breathe, their hearts pounding with anxiety.

They finally got to enjoy the benefits of an increase in national fortune.

I really don't want to see Qi Xia and Lin Yi fail.

A little girl turned her head away: "Waaah... I'm too scared to watch anymore. Call me if I fail!"

"Ugh! I thought this one would be easier than the last! Turns out it's full of traps!"

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Lin Yi became nervous as Qi Xia hesitated to show him the blank paper.

They only have one minute; if they don't show it now, it will be too late.

The man with the horse-face mask laughed when he saw this.

It turns out that everything was part of his plan.

Judging from their previous performances, Qi Xia is the truly intelligent one.

As long as he can stall Qi Xia and leave the most difficult round for Lin Yi, he's guaranteed to win.

Even if Lin Yi racked his brains, he would never have guessed that he would have eleven fingers.

The man in the horse-faced mask was so excited he almost jumped up.

When we win, we must dance a waltz to celebrate this great moment.

Time ticked by, but Qi Xia still hadn't shown the blank paper to Lin Yi.

Nobody knows what he actually wrote.

Direct hints should not be given using numbers or homophones.

Moreover, he also had to convince Lin Yi that he had an eleventh finger.

What exactly should I write to achieve this?

The man in the horse-faced mask cleared his throat and shouted, "Twenty seconds left."

Qi Xia still didn't move!

"Fifteen seconds left!"

Qi Xia still didn't move!

"Ten...nine...eight..."

The man in the horse-face mask actually started counting down.

In his view, watching the two suffer a crushing defeat was something to celebrate.

The countdown he was reading aloud was actually a countdown to the deaths of these two people...

"Longevity is truly as lonely as snow!"

The man with the horse-faced mask thought to himself, "This year's candidates are really too weak; they're going to die so soon."

what a pity!

After the game ended, he had to stand back at his VIP station and could not move an inch.

They waited patiently for the next batch of test takers to arrive.

"Six...five..."

When the man in the horse-face mask counted to five, Qi Xia suddenly flipped open the white paper in his hand and revealed it to Lin Yi.

On the white paper was clearly written the word "fake"!

Lin Yi's mind suddenly went blank for a moment, and he unconsciously started counting the number of strokes in the character.

"Eleven strokes! How could it have eleven strokes?"

Lin Yi panicked for a moment. The man with the horse-face mask clearly only had ten fingers, so why did Qi Xia write eleven strokes?

No...this is wrong...

This time, it definitely isn't the number of strokes. What is the answer?

"Three...two..."

But the horse-faced masked man's death-dealing voice kept ringing in his ears, giving Lin Yi no time to think.

Lin Yi tried to read something from Qi Xia's face, but Qi Xia remained standing calmly, showing no emotion whatsoever.

"Oh no, time's almost up!"

Lin Yi was extremely anxious, but still couldn't come up with any good ideas.

"Eleven must be wrong, it clearly only has ten fingers..."

"But why would Qi Xia write a character with eleven strokes?"

Lin Yi's mind kept replaying the scenes of him and Qi Xia venturing into dungeons together.

He summoned himself...and has never lied to himself...

"one!"

As the horse-faced masked man uttered the last word, Lin Yi hurriedly called out.

"It's the 11th! It's the 11th!"

At that moment, he had no time to think about anything else.

They had no choice but to reveal the "wrong" number.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Lin Yi felt a pang of regret.

No... I knew eleven was the wrong answer... why did I still read the wrong answer aloud...?

This is really the end!

If he had more time to think, he would definitely have been able to come up with the right answer.

The man in the horse-faced mask was stunned when he heard Lin Yi's words.

The viewers watching the live stream cheered.

"No... how did he figure that out?"

"This is outrageous! If I were there, I would never dare to guess like that!"

"Good heavens! So, we won again this round?"

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