Chapter 119 Mermaid Elegy and Werewolf Killing (9) This once again...
In another villa, Aiden woke up from his dream and saw a pair of huge black wings in the darkness.
Black wings have many symbolic meanings in Western mythology, such as fallen angels, demons, death, plague, war... In short, none of the intentions are good.
This symbol has a subtle influence. People who grow up in this cultural atmosphere, even if they do not pay special attention to related fields, have already formed their subconscious worldview.
So Aiden, who was still a little confused, shuddered and became completely awake.
"You..." He sat up in shock, dodged backward, and stared at the figure in front of him warily.
Under the pale moonlight, the black wings slowly folded up, and then the head turned 180 degrees to face him.
——Xuan Chi applied what he learned flexibly and made a small upgrade at the same time, casting a sleight of hand on himself.
Therefore, from Aiden's perspective, what he saw when he turned 180 degrees was a pale skull.
There were a pair of black holes where the two eyes of the skull should be. They looked bottomless. Aiden stared at the eyes with his mouth wide open, but extreme fear made him unable to shout out. Only his lips trembled.
On the other side, Claude was howling for his life as he was chased by the charred corpses. Fredis was very good at controlling the rhythm. No matter whether Claude sped up or slowed down due to wrestling and collisions, she always kept a distance from him that was neither too close nor too far.
This gave Claude hope of escaping, but he also continued to be immersed in the fear of being chased by death. At the same time, he also had the opportunity to see clearly where he was.
...This seems to be a luxurious tomb full of religious atmosphere.
Religion, tombs, charred corpses, Claude easily thought of people who were burned at the stake by the church.
Freydis let out a low growl full of resentment from time to time to add to the atmosphere. Claude looked back at her in horror, and saw a layer of burnt ash peeling off her body where her footsteps had left behind.
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At 7:30 the next morning, everyone woke up driven by an unknown force. Three minutes later, a prompt popped up in front of them again, announcing all the people who were stabbed last night, plus a sentence "No white bear roar".
Then, a new pop-up window reminded everyone that they could go to last night’s banquet hall for discussion and vote on the werewolves before 12:00 noon.
At this time, the ghosts had just finished breakfast in Si Ling's living room.
In fact, after activating the [Werewolf Killing Box], ghosts can scare and kill people at night, and the daytime process has nothing to do with them.
But they still ate breakfast in a hurry, eager to go to the banquet hall to watch and discuss.
Because they all know that the Werewolf game will only "really begin" after today's discussion.
At 8:00, everyone walked into the banquet hall together.
Many guests had already arrived. Like yesterday, they all wore masks, and most of them had mermaids serving them tea and water. However, everyone's attention was focused on the Werewolf game, so no one had resorted to violence against the mermaids like they had the previous night. The scene looked quite respectable.
A middle-aged woman stood in the center of the dance floor. Although the upper half of her face was obscured by a mask, she still looked elegant. Her red lips moved slightly as she spoke in a rhythmic voice, "I played this game with my daughter at her school's open house. The 'White Bear' in this game is a very special character. Normally, a White Bear's roar means there's at least one werewolf in either his upper or lower house. No roaring means there's no werewolf in either house. However, if a White Bear is infected by a breeding wolf, he'll roar regardless of whether there are werewolves in his upper or lower house."
Someone in the crowd immediately said, "I remember that the wolf breeder would appear only if the game wasn't finished within 72 hours. So, if the white bear doesn't roar now, we can eliminate some people, right?"
The man frowned as he spoke: "But how do we calculate the upper and lower houses? It seems that we didn't get any order of priority."
"I've thought about that, too," the middle-aged woman pondered. "I think maybe they're sorted by residence. The fact that White Bear doesn't roar might mean his neighbors aren't werewolves. What do you think?"
"That makes sense." Someone agreed.
Some people also asked anxiously: "What if I guessed wrong?"
Someone else laughed and said, "We can make this inference for now. If we find it's wrong later, we can do a new analysis!"
Up to this point, the atmosphere in the banquet hall was still very relaxed. The people present just treated it as a game. Some guests who were not interested in this game simply did not come and went to experience other projects directly.
The woman standing in the middle of the dance floor continued, "I think the polar bears should consider self-destructing. There are 10 of us, right? That way we can at least eliminate 20 of our neighbors, and if we're bold, we can eliminate 40."
"Also, the werewolves' kill limit for a night is 20, but 22 people died this morning, which means a witch used poison. But these two witches still have a bottle of potion to save people. Maybe they can use it up before self-destructing, otherwise they will easily be killed by the werewolves."
The ghosts standing on the periphery of the crowd stared at her analysis with interest, appreciating her clear thinking and enjoying the good atmosphere.
Unfortunately, this good atmosphere was quickly shattered. Just as a white bear leaped out to self-destruct, a young girl rushed into the banquet hall, panicking, "Oh no!!!!" Though she wasn't wearing a mask, her unceremonious yell immediately caught everyone's attention. She twisted her foot and fell to the ground, but she didn't care, continuing to shout, "Someone's dead! Someone's dead!!!"
The crowd cried out in surprise. The girl thought of the dead man's hideous face and trembled as she covered her mouth. "Claude, Mr. Claude died in the room... I saw the staff carry his body away! They tried to cover it up, but I saw it!"
“Oh my God!”
"May God bless him!" The crowd was in chaos.
A customer who was familiar with the girl came forward to help her, frowning and saying, "Where's the foreman? Foreman, come out and give us an explanation!"
The foreman from yesterday immediately appeared. He wanted to calm everyone down, but his flickering eyes revealed his guilty conscience.
Then, two or three more guests came in one after another. One was a woman whose husband had died, one was a man whose wife had died, and the other was a brother who had lost his younger brother.
The crowd became even more chaotic. It was understandable that someone would die unexpectedly while on vacation, but so many people dying overnight was clearly beyond normal.
"Is there some infectious disease?!" the real werewolf Fenric shouted in the chaos.
The ghosts stifled laughter as they watched the crowd sink into deeper panic. Hyun Chi added fuel to the fire: "Give me back my money! I want to go home!"
"I want to go home too!" Li Qi shouted.
The other guests had no time to figure out who was shouting these words, so they just joined in.
Si Ling smiled and joined the group trying to stir up trouble: "Wait, have you noticed? The dead person seems to be the one who was killed by the knife shown on the panel this morning?"
The boiling crowd fell silent for a second.
The sudden sense of weirdness made everyone's hair stand on end. They looked at each other in disbelief. Although they were unwilling to believe this bizarre statement, they soon realized that it seemed to be true.
"This...will people really die in this game?" People panicked.
If they looked carefully, they would find that the expressions of several people in the crowd were very subtle. They were the players with the identity of werewolves. It was not until this moment that they realized that they might have actually killed someone.
"What are you doing?!" Someone started to question the waiter first, and the guests immediately became excited. The closest man, a sturdy man, grabbed the waiter by the collar and punched him. The waiter struggled to get up, but was immediately met with uncontrolled punches and kicks from the crowd.
Si Ling narrowed his eyes and watched with interest the evil men slaughtering each other.
A few minutes later, the crowd that had surrounded the foreman finally dispersed a little, and someone said anxiously, "Oh my God, someone's been beaten to death! Call a doctor!"
But the next second——
The foreman, his face covered in blood, took his last breath and pointed tremblingly at the man who had initially attacked him.
Si Ling: “Ha!”
She took a breath, jumped up, and rushed towards the muscular man. When she was still two meters away from the man, her body passed through a barrier that was invisible to humans.
The man saw that his surroundings suddenly fell into darkness, and a spooky feeling came from behind him.
He turned around suddenly and saw a woman in a red wedding dress and a red veil standing in the darkness, floating towards him.
He shuddered as he lowered his gaze and saw that beneath her intricately embroidered skirt, there were no feet.
“Ahhhhhh——!!!” In the eyes of others, they only saw the strong man suddenly screaming out of control, as if he was facing some extremely terrifying scene.
For the next ten minutes, he kept stumbling and screaming within a five-meter radius, as if his range of movement was restricted by some invisible object.
Some people tried to rush over to control him, but he broke free with brute force. People could only avoid him and make room for him in the banquet hall.
Ten minutes later, he died miserably in the open space with his eyes rolled back. His face was hideous, very similar to the victim who died last night.
"What, what's going on?" The crowd looked at each other, not understanding why he died suddenly like this.
It was the middle-aged woman who guessed it from the beginning. She stared blankly at the foreman who was beaten to death, pointed at him and said tremblingly, "He, he might be a hunter..."
"Hunter?!" People were puzzled.
"Yes, the hunter in Werewolf..." The middle-aged woman breathed hard, still feeling a lingering fear. "Unless a player is poisoned by a witch, he can shoot and take away a player regardless of whether they die during the day or at night."
Everyone gasped.
It's not because the hunter's mechanics are amazing, but because it once again proves to them that people really die in this game.
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