After seeing the identity, Su Mingan stretched out his hand.
Forle was so close to him, and his movements were so fast, that Forle didn't have time to react.
Under the extremely shocked gazes of the other six players, Su Mingan's hand touched the back of For's neck with great precision.
[Those who have their necks touched by the hand of the 'ghost' will be eliminated immediately. ]
This is written in the copy rules.
For was frightened by the cold hand. He stepped back with a pale face and looked at Su Mingan in panic, as if he had seen some terrible beast.
"You, you are a ghost?" Fore never expected that someone would start taking action before the rules were even issued.
Besides, if a ghost is voted out, he will be eliminated. Even if he is the number one player, he can't be so blatant...
Su Mingan glanced at the reactions of the others.
"He's not eliminated." Su Ming'an glanced at Forl: "He's still here."
He glanced at the panel next to him. At this time, the rules were still going on:
[Every hour, the 'ghost' can use the tracking skill once to continuously know the location of the contestant closest to him for ten minutes.]
[After the ghost's hand touches the opponent's neck, he needs to silently say the word "eliminate" in his mind to successfully eliminate the opponent. ]
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"I see." Leslie, who had a teardrop mole on her face, said, "Such a rule prevents us from gathering together to test each other one by one."
Otherwise, as long as they all stay together, they can just touch each other's necks and see who gets eliminated. There is no need to be suspicious of each other.
"So..." The middle-aged man with a dead look on his face raised his eyelids: "First Player, are you a 'ghost'?"
He is Elvin, a player at the back of the top 100 players. He is greedy for money and pursues high risk and high return. He used to be a transnational human trafficker. He was backstabbed and arrested because he offended his girlfriend. Before the world game started, he was still serving a prison term.
He is not a fool to have come this far, and he quickly thought of a lot of things.
"Or..." His eyes flashed: "...you are a 'human', and you deliberately acted like this in order to make us vote for you later?"
After all, no matter how powerful the No. 1 player is, he is not someone who is so arrogant that he would not reveal his identity as a "ghost" without even reading the rules.
In this game, they cannot escape the voting stage, and the identity of the "ghost" must be hidden well, otherwise if they are caught, they will be eliminated for sure, no matter how strong they are.
"Who knows?" Su Ming'an smiled and ignored their suspicions. He turned around and walked naturally with the clan leader next to him.
"Chief, who are these eight people?" Su Mingan looked at the eight clan NPCs behind the chief.
The patriarch's squinted eyes opened slightly when he saw him, and the smile on his face became more genuine.
Obviously, the friendly initial favorability of Su Mingan as a ruler also applies here. It seems that the clan leader has at least 20 points of initial favorability towards him.
"These eight are the 'candidates' for this war." The clan leader explained, "If any of the originally selected 100 guides die unexpectedly before the start of the game, these people will fill in for them. At the same time, in this kind of festival, they will also serve as contestants to fill in the vacancies in your numbers."
Su Mingan understood—these people were substitutes.
"Chief, what kind of oracles are we looking for?" he asked.
"I don't know either. We, the tribesmen, are just witnesses of your war..." said the tribe leader.
"Well..." Su Mingan nodded, and naturally led the chief into the tribe, leaving the other contestants behind.
"——Wait! Player One! We need to discuss the overall countermeasures first! All 'people' should form a united front. If you act recklessly, you may be gradually defeated by the 'ghosts'!"
A deep male voice came from the back, it was the boxer Yuri Kru, who was trying to start a small meeting.
"...Do you think I'm a 'human' now?" Su Ming'an didn't even turn his head, and had no intention of paying attention to them at all: "You guys chat, I will vote when the time comes, don't worry about me, feel free to doubt me."
He disappeared from the sight of several people while chatting and laughing with the clan leader.
"The first player shouldn't be a 'ghost', right? His attitude is too casual..." Yurikul clenched his fists. He was not angry, but turned his head and looked at the remaining six players: "Then let's have a brief discussion about the action later. I think we should form a group of two and supervise each other. In this way, when we see who is eliminated in the first round of voting, we can lock in the 'ghost'..."
His voice was suddenly interrupted by a burst of laughter.
"Sorry." The woman with flaxen curly hair and frameless glasses smiled slightly and covered her mouth with her hand in a ladylike manner: "Excuse me."
"Is there anything funny about what I said?" Yurikul frowned.
"Haha." The flax-haired woman's name was Cynthia, and she was a magic player who followed the Western Witch career. After laughing a few times, she turned around and said, "No, you guys chat, I'm leaving first."
"——You, you want to leave the team too?" Yurikru frowned even more tightly.
"Sorry, big guy, I have to excuse myself." Leslie twirled her hair with her fingers and walked away.
"I'm leaving too." Erwin, with a dead look on his face, walked away with the skeleton staff in his hand.
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