Xia Xuan waited nearby for a moment. When she saw An Suisui open her eyes, she asked curiously, “So? Whose identity did you check?”
An Suisui replied, “It was Cong Shui. Cong Shui is a werewolf.”
Xia Xuan nodded slowly. So it was him.
She wasn’t even surprised.
“Cong Shui always likes to steer the conversation.”
Now that Cong Shui’s identity was confirmed, An Suisui replayed all of his actions in her mind from beginning to end, her frown deepening the more she thought about it.
If Cong Shui was a werewolf, then everything he said was a lie.
Which meant Tang Zhixin was the one who was wronged—he might really have been the Witch.
The two of them sat quietly in the room, waiting for the werewolf to awaken.
The fate of the good guys would be decided tonight.
At exactly ten o’clock, the cuckoo clock in the room chimed automatically.
Cuckoo~ Cuckoo~
An Suisui turned to say something to Xia Xuan, only to find that Xia Xuan had disappeared.
This damn game was so strict.
She guessed that Xia Xuan had been sent back to her own room.
The game didn’t allow two players to stay in the same room.
Back before she’d confirmed Wang Gaoyuan’s identity, An Suisui had already checked Xia Xuan’s role and contacted her privately, which was why Xia Xuan had been so steadfast in her support.
Inside the room, she couldn’t hear anything from outside or see what was happening. An Suisui was wide awake, anxiously pacing.
In the next room, as soon as Xia Xuan heard the clock chime, her vision blurred.
When she came to, she was already back in her own room.
It seemed she was destined to die tonight.
Xia Xuan sighed, her gaze sweeping over the furnishings as she wondered if she could leave any clues behind.
Just then, the door banged open.
A two-meter-tall werewolf, eyes glowing green, slowly walked in.
Xia Xuan clenched her fists, forcing herself to stay calm.
The room was so small, and she had no items—there was no way she could win against a werewolf.
After transforming, Cong Shui had picked up some of the werewolf’s habits.
Smelling Xia Xuan’s scent, foul saliva dripped from his mouth, his gaze growing greedier.
Plop—a drop of drool hit the floor.
Xia Xuan glanced at it, then immediately closed her eyes in disgust.
No, she still couldn’t face death calmly. No matter what, she had to struggle.
Cong Shui didn’t bother with pretense, lunging at Xia Xuan with sharp claws.
Xia Xuan grabbed a stool and smashed it against Cong Shui.
The stool shattered, but Cong Shui only staggered for a moment before regaining his balance.
After becoming a werewolf, a player’s physical abilities changed.
Xia Xuan wasn’t a fighter—there was no way she could take on a werewolf barehanded.
After a long chase around the room, Cong Shui finally caught his prey, gripping her throat tightly.
Xia Xuan felt herself suffocating, struggling desperately, but it was useless.
After a while, she suddenly started laughing, so hard she choked and clutched her stomach, coughing violently.
“You think killing me means you win? Your identity’s already exposed, Cong Shui. Even if I die, you’ll join me soon enough.”
A flash of viciousness passed through the werewolf’s green eyes. Enraged, Cong Shui tightened his grip.
With a crack, Xia Xuan’s neck snapped. The light faded from her eyes, and her head drooped limply.
Cong Shui snorted, let go, and tossed Xia Xuan’s body to the floor before striding out.
At dawn, as soon as the rooster crowed, An Suisui rushed out of her room.
The door next door was wide open. Even without entering, An Suisui could see the aftermath inside.
Xia Xuan’s body lay stiff on the floor, her neck twisted at an unnatural angle, eyes bulging.
Unable to bear the sight, An Suisui turned away, stopping at the doorway without going in.
The other players gathered as well.
Qian Ming looked at Xia Xuan’s corpse and couldn’t help but shudder, as if seeing his own fate.
The werewolf had killed again?
Would he be killed the same way tonight, never to wake up?
He took a step back, leaning against the corridor wall to keep from collapsing.
Cong Shui kept up the act, first glancing at Xia Xuan’s body, then flying into a rage, pointing at An Suisui and cursing her out.
“An Suisui, I never thought you could be so ruthless. We’re both girls, and you could still do something so cruel.”
An Suisui turned, her gaze icy as she stared at Cong Shui, speaking each word clearly: “That’s what I should be saying to you, Cong Shui. You’re the last werewolf.”
“Ha!” Cong Shui sneered. “So that’s how it is? Prophet, my ass. I predicted this would happen yesterday. Qian Ming, did you hear that? Now there’s only the two of us good guys left.”
“After tonight, the game will be over. Just wait to die—there’s nothing left to fight for.”
Cong Shui snorted and turned back to his room.
An Suisui’s gaze fell on Qian Ming. Qian Ming trembled, his eyes darting away, lips quivering as he stammered, “I—I need to calm down. Let’s talk tonight.”
He hurriedly fled the scene.
An Suisui was so angry she could barely stand it, stomping her foot hard before entering Xia Xuan’s room.
She lifted Xia Xuan onto the bed, doing her best to straighten her twisted body.
Jian Shi watched for a while, raising an eyebrow. “Is your profession an undertaker? Got a professional habit? No matter how much you fix her up, the body will disappear tonight.”
An Suisui snapped her head around, glaring at him fiercely.
Jian Shi was startled, finally realizing An Suisui was truly angry.
After a moment of silence, he finally tried to comfort her. “If what the game says is true, as long as we win, she’ll come back. If you want to save her, focus on voting Cong Shui out.”
An Suisui took a deep breath and slowly closed her eyes.
She was afraid that only the survivors would be considered winners.
But there was no rule that clearly said the teammates of the winning side would be revived.
That night, the atmosphere was especially heavy.
The four remaining players sat silently in their seats, a table full of food in front of them, but no one touched a thing.
An Suisui stared straight at Qian Ming. “Tonight’s vote is crucial, Qian Ming. You’d better think carefully.”
Cong Shui snorted, egging Qian Ming on from the side. “What’s there to think about? You’ve already won. We’ve lost. No matter how you vote, it won’t change the outcome.”
An Suisui ignored Cong Shui, instead breaking down the suspicious points for Qian Ming.
“Think about it carefully. If we really were the werewolves, why would we kill Xia Xuan instead of you or Cong Shui? Xia Xuan was the one who supported me the most, wasn’t she?”
Qian Ming’s eyes wavered a little.
Cong Shui was watching Qian Ming closely. Seeing this, he immediately exploded, putting on a look of utter despair.
“Forget it, Qian Ming. If you want to vote for me, just do it. We’ve already lost anyway. It’s just a matter of sooner or later.”
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