Chapter 65 Werewolf
The clown stood up calmly and took the word card from Phoenix. It read:
【unlettered】
This word.
Ji Wanwan shook her head.
Even for a person with a healthy hand, this word is not easy to draw, let alone a clown with an injured right hand.
The clown walked to the whiteboard, picked up the paintbrush with his left hand, and began to paint clumsily on the drawing board.
His posture was awkward and the lines he drew were crooked.
The three members of Team B were scratching their heads anxiously, completely unable to understand what the clown was trying to express.
30 seconds passed in a flash.
Looking at the mess on the whiteboard, the members of Team B lost their minds. Their faces were haggard, as if their vitality had been sucked away by a female ghost.
Butterfly couldn't help laughing out loud.
The three members of Team B immediately glared over.
The 10-second answering time passed in a flash, and no one from Team B gave the correct answer, so Team B received 0 points in this round.
At this time, the points of the two teams are: Team A 0 points, Team B 10 points.
There is still one round left in the game, and it is still extremely difficult for Team A to defeat Team B.
How could Team B let them guess the answer so easily?
Following the rhythm of Phoenix, the fourth round of the game begins.
By checking the palms and backs of their hands, the whales from Team B were selected for painting.
The phrase he got was [painting cakes to appease hunger].
Thinking of the clown's trick just now, the whale followed suit and started to draw randomly.
Butterfly's face turned dark in an instant.
After 30 seconds, Butterfly looked ashen.
But the next second, the glass under the whale's feet opened.
"ah--"
The whale screamed, quickly using its water energy to support itself, with an expression of helplessness on its face.
"Why?!"
His angry roar was drowned out by the shouts of the audience on Level -3.
On the giant screen.
Phoenix gave his answer: "Mr. Whale played the game passively and deliberately made random drawings, affecting the fairness of the game, so he was eliminated."
The whale, who was stepping on the waves in panic to avoid the zombies, turned pale.
So that’s how it is!
It's true that being too clever can backfire!
But at this moment, it was too late for him to regret!
Phoenix looked at the remaining four players and said, "The fourth round is cancelled. We will play an extra round. Team B, please choose the artist by rock-paper-scissors."
This time, the painting was done by a rooster.
The word card drawn by the rooster is [Dragon Horse Spirit]
The dragon horse is not easy to draw. In 30 seconds, he couldn't express what the dragon horse spirit wanted to express.
Not surprisingly, Team A failed to score any points.
Phoenix's voice was filled with cruelty. "Game over. Team B wins this game. Congratulations, Mr. Rooster and Mr. Penguin. You two may proceed to the -3rd floor spectator stands to await the auction."
The rooster and the penguin were overjoyed and started laughing.
On the other hand, Butterfly and the Clown were lifeless.
Just as Phoenix was about to pronounce the verdict, the butterfly suddenly moved, and countless vines appeared out of thin air, instantly filling the entire Conference Room 3.
"boom!"
The four guns hanging on the wall spewed out fire at the same time, instantly igniting all the vines in the room.
Amidst the raging flames, the butterfly's heart-wrenching screams were heard.
The fire burned for about two or three minutes, and then a cloud of steam rose up, and the fire in the house was completely extinguished.
The scene inside the house was once again exposed to everyone's sight.
The slender and frail Butterfly was lying on the ground with its body charred and bloody, and the mask on its face had been burned by the fire.
The once pretty face is now completely unrecognizable, and Butterfly stares with eyes that are open to death, looking particularly desolate.
Next to the butterfly, there is a pile of earth, and inside the pile is the clown who uses earth energy the moment the fire starts.
Looking at the pile of dirt, Phoenix pronounced a judgment: "Team A lost this round. The losers will enter the zombie arena to fight zombies."
As soon as he finished speaking, the glass under the mound opened, and the clown fell down along with his mound.
At the same time, Phoenix turned his head and looked towards Conference Room 2.
His eyes held a sick and frenzied anticipation and excitement that made Ji Wanwan's hair stand on end.
What is meant to come will eventually come.
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On the giant screen on the 3rd floor, the white-haired man appeared again.
The atmosphere in Conference Room 2 suddenly became heavy, and the green snake's twisting movements became more and more frequent, just like a real green snake.
The scorpion's energy fluctuations also began to become unstable, and it was obviously on the verge of going berserk.
Ji Wanwan quietly moved closer to Wen Yuheng.
The white-haired man spoke: [Tsk tsk tsk, it’s over already, so boring…]
"boom--"
A dazzling light appeared and Ji Wanwan squinted her eyes subconsciously.
[There's only one item left to sell, so let's look forward to their performance! ]
"Little trash! Tremble!"
“Hurry up and start!!”
“I can’t wait!!”
"Hahahaha, I've seen through the fear of these idiots!"
“…”
As the white-haired man finished speaking, another wave of fanatical shouting erupted on the -3 floor.
With the entry of the phoenix, the sound waves reached their peak.
When Phoenix came in, she was still holding the tray, but there was only one card left on the tray.
Phoenix stopped and glanced at everyone: "Hello, distinguished guests!
Please elect one person to come forward and draw lots. After the drawing is completed, everyone needs to complete the game in accordance with the corresponding rules. The winner can leave the cage, and the loser will enter the corpse fighting field to fight zombies.
The selection time is 1 minute. If the drawing is not completed within 1 minute, everyone will enter the corpse fighting field.
Then, please start voting!"
The green snake snorted and said, "There's only one lot left. What's the point of drawing it?"
Phoenix's gaze and the gun hanging on the wall were both aimed at the green snake at the same time.
This warning behavior made the green snake shut up in an instant.
She twisted her waist uncomfortably and said, "We have to smoke it anyway, everyone, is it okay with me smoking it?"
No one present responded.
The green snake lifted her hair, stood up gracefully, and picked up the card from the tray in Phoenix's hand.
The card reads—
Werewolf.
Phoenix's eyes curved up: "Wow! Werewolf! This is the most interesting game tonight!"
It turns out to be another game of killing each other!
Damn it!
The old Scorpion didn't know much about Werewolf, and he looked at Phoenix eagerly, waiting for him to explain the rules.
The latter put down the tray: "Now, let me briefly explain the rules of the game.
In the game, players are divided into the good camp and the werewolf camp. There are currently 10 players, including 3 werewolves, 3 villagers, 1 prophet, 1 witch, and 1 hunter.
The condition for the werewolves to win is the death of all villagers and clergy, and the condition for the good guys to win is the death of all werewolves."
"Wait!" Scorpion raised his hand in confusion. "Three werewolves, three villagers, one prophet, one witch, and one hunter. That's nine people! Where's the other one?"
Phoenix's smile deepened: "There is another one, God. God doesn't have to participate in the game!"
Scorpion's eyes suddenly lit up: "I want to be God!!"
Phoenix shook his head: "All identities need to be determined by drawing lots."
(End of this chapter)
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