"I warned you, you only have one chance. Your companion guessed I was a ghost, but unfortunately, he guessed wrong—who killed me. That means—"
Zhou Yu's gaze shifted to the fruit knife in Xia Linyin's hand. "The knife in your hand is nothing but scrap metal now; it can no longer harm me."
Has the knife she painstakingly found become nothing more than scrap metal?
Xia Linyin looked at the fruit knife in her hand and was shocked to find that the knife was gradually turning into dust.
In no time, all that remained in her tightly clenched hand was a clump of powder.
A dark glint flashed in Zhou Yu's eyes. "Xia Linyin, you're playing a game, aren't you? And I'm just a character in the game."
Xia Linyin looked at Zhou Yu in surprise, and after examining him closely, she took out the head-bursting dice cup.
"Zhou Yu, do you recognize this?"
A cryptic smile appeared on Zhou Yu's delicate face. "Oh, this..."
He brandished the peach wood sword. "Isn't it just like this?"
Xia Linyin observed Zhou Yu's facial expression intently, not missing a single change, and subsequently came to two conclusions.
Zhou Yu is not Xiao Li!
Zhou Yu was trying to trick her into revealing information!
Yang Shuming and Ma Yanming's bodies are here, but Qin Manwen has completely disappeared. How did Zhou Yu know they were playing a game?
"Friendly reminder: Dear player, please be careful to hide your player identity."
Qin Manwen must have revealed information about the game to Zhou Yu, which is why she was eliminated by the game.
Thinking of the game's hint, Xia Linyin pretended not to know anything. "What game? I don't understand what you mean. This dice cup is my great-great-grandfather's treasure. It was passed down to me and is used to subdue demons."
Li Luo looked at Xia Linyin, who was looking very serious, with a strange expression on her face.
Unaware of Li Luo's unusual behavior, Xia Linyin stared at Zhou Yu and asked, "Hey! Zhou Yu, are you willing to take a gamble with me?"
After receiving an affirmative answer, Xia Linyin quickly shook the dice cup. When she stopped shaking it, Zhou Yu guessed "big," but when the lid was lifted, the result showed "small."
You guessed wrong.
Xia Linyin said that Zhou Yu's head exploded, but there was no bloody scene of brains splattering. His head was like a wisp of smoke that was scattered and drifted into the air. The next second, it all came back and returned to normal.
Zhou Yu turned his neck and looked at the dice cup in Xia Linyin's hand. "It's interesting, but you still can't kill me. You two, there's no need to struggle in vain. I am a ghost, and you can't kill me. The only way to eliminate me is clearly stated on the note. It's a pity you missed this opportunity."
A sense of despair crept into Xia Linyin's heart. She was afraid she was really going to die here this time. "I'm sorry, Su Jinyan, I can't go to Area A."
I'm sorry, Xiao Li, I tried my best.
After struggling for so long, she still couldn't escape the fate of death. At this moment, Xia Linyin felt a strange sense of peace.
She knew that the game would give players a chance to survive, but the chance would only come once and would not be given a second time. Once it was missed, it was missed, and there was no use in regretting or being unwilling. Now the chance to survive was gone, and the game had become a dead end, a situation where one player was bound to die.
Accompanied by a bone-chilling cold, Zhou Yu floated towards Xia Linyin and Li Luo.
Li Luo shoved Xia Linyin aside, and a crescent-shaped blade appeared in his hand, its sharp tip gleaming coldly as it pointed at Zhou Yu.
Zhou Yu sneered, her body passing directly through the sharp blade. "You think you still have any hope of surviving—"
His voice suddenly stopped, and a line of blood appeared on his pale neck. Zhou Yu raised his hand to touch his neck, and looking at the bright red blood in his palm, he looked at Li Luo in disbelief, "You...you are..."
With a cold expression, Li Luo swiftly drew his crescent blade, blood splattering onto the dark red carpet.
Crimson blood slid down the gleaming blade, gathering at the tip, dripping down drop by drop, forming blood beads.
Blood gushed from his mouth, ignoring the wounds on his neck and stomach. Zhou Yu just stared blankly at Li Luo. After a long while, a smile appeared on his pale face, and he uttered a muffled voice, "I... finally... waited for you."
"Finally... we've been waiting for you... young master."
The last two words were like being soaked in blood, and Xia Linyin couldn't hear them clearly. She couldn't hear Zhou Yu's intermittent words, which were soaked in blood, but she was also shocked by the scene in front of her. What... what happened?
Didn't they say that ghosts are invincible?
Why was Li Luo still able to kill the ghost?
Zhou Yu vanished, disappearing like a flower in a mirror or the moon's reflection in water, his body turning into a wisp of mist.
Li Luo looked at Xia Linyin, and Xia Linyin turned to look at him when she felt Li Luo's gaze.
Li Luo's gaze towards her was complex, so complex that Xia Linyin couldn't understand it at all. It seemed to contain far too many things, even more complex than the gaze Zhou Yu had just given Li Luo.
Li Luo seemed to have a thousand words to say to her, but in the end, she only moved her beautiful thin lips and uttered three words, "Trust me."
"Li Luo—" Xia Linyin wanted to say something, but after a dizzying moment, she was back in her room at the grand hotel.
Seeing the familiar scene, Xia Linyin rubbed her hair and then grabbed a pillow and slammed it heavily onto the bed.
What?! What exactly did Li Luo mean by that?!
What does it mean to believe him?
Damn it, Li Luo!
He only ever speaks a few words at a time!
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