I Killed You-How About That?

What kind of game was Werewolf?

At night, the wolves killed someone and eliminated them.

During the day, everyone judged who the werewolves were through conversation, communication, and behavior, then voted each day to eliminate one player.

Civilians were good people with no special abilities, while the roles were good people with special abilities.

If either all the civilians or all the roles were eliminated first, the werewolves won.

If all the werewolves were eliminated, the good people won.

However, this game was a little more complicated. A so-called third-party faction might appear, but the odds were not high, so there was no need to consider it for now.

In this kind of game, the worst thing was becoming the center of attention and attracting everyone's notice.

If one slipped up while speaking or failed to outtalk someone else, there was a good chance everyone would decide they were a werewolf during the day and vote them out immediately.

And in this game—in Death Game—

being eliminated meant death.

Yimo looked up at the blond young man standing beside him. The man was arrogant and overbearing, pointing at him with an extremely cocky air.

He looked fairly decent, but there was a viciousness in his expression. A black earring hung from his right ear, and he wore a checkered short-sleeved shirt and jeans with chains. A ghost-head tattoo covered his arm. He looked to be in his early twenties.

If he had not deliberately altered his appearance, he was probably just a street thug.

Both his tone and appearance gave that impression.

At that moment, the other players nearby were drawn over as well. Most of them looked ready to watch the show and had no intention of intervening.

One person even stepped forward to egg him on.

He looked around twenty-five and wore a shirt and suit trousers. Yimo remembered that his nickname was "Cthulhu." He looked quite refined. "Judging by what Supreme One means, he must have discovered something crucial. Otherwise, why would he be so worked up?"

"Why don't we hear him out? If he really found a werewolf, that would be a good thing for everyone!"

Supreme One was the blond man's nickname.

It sounded reasonable enough, but Yimo knew this man had taken the blond's side.

Most of the others nodded.

Yimo deliberately glanced at Dieyu. She had put on a meaningful smile, but she had no intention of coming over to help.

Ordinary Girl Village Chief merely lowered her head slightly, wearing a deadpan expression with a hint of mockery. Clearly, she could not be bothered with them.

Unexpectedly, "Naughty Cat," who looked the most timid, spoke up for Yimo. "Um... the game has... only just begun..."

"Wouldn't it be... too..."

She stammered, her voice very soft. She was obviously terrified.

At her words, Supreme One glared viciously at Naughty Cat, then rudely cut her off. "You're helping her? I think you're a wolf too!"

"Hahaha, everyone, look! I've found two wolves for you!!!"

The oldest person present looked to be in his sixties. He wore a black-and-red Daoist robe and appeared calm and shrewd. His name was Old Du Liu.

He stepped forward and clasped his hands. "Heroes emerge in youth. If he really found a wolf right at the start, that would be a good thing for everyone."

"I imagine this young man Supreme One must have some basis for being so certain."

"Why not tell everyone about it?"

"If everyone thinks this Siba Jungler really could be a wolf, we naturally will eliminate him!"

At that, Supreme One nodded and began to speak.

"Listen up!"

"Since I was closest to this person after entering the game, I saw everything clearly!"

"Right after the game began, he was the one who made that strange cry!"

"I naturally noticed it, so I kept watching him!"

"After the game rules were announced, he kept observing everyone, just like a werewolf searching for a target to kill!"

"Heh, everyone can see it. With that gloomy look of his, he looks like the kind of person who would draw a wolf card!"

"And sure enough, after the role cards were handed out—"

"I saw him lower his head, his face turning a little dark, even though his expression barely changed."

"But I could feel how unhappy he was!"

"It was exactly like getting a terrible hand when playing cards!!!"

This was clearly based on Supreme One's experience. After finishing, he swaggered around a few times, looked at the people around him, and finally reached his conclusion.

"This guy called Siba Jungler got a wolf card, which is why he looked so unhappy!"

"He's the werewolf!!!"

After Supreme One finished speaking, most of the surrounding players sized Yimo up.

Indeed, because he had deliberately given himself a deadpan face, he looked as if someone owed him five million yuan. His expression was blank, and he looked incredibly punchable!

On top of that, his choppy bangs were a little long, half-covering his eyes, making him look rather gloomy.

Combined with Supreme One's words, this immediately gave everyone a bad impression of him.

Aside from those who remained hesitant, several players had genuinely been led astray and thought he might really be a werewolf.

Yimo looked around. No one was willing to speak for him anymore, and he felt a little self-mocking.

Heh, this is Death Game. Everyone is thinking that as long as they don't die, everything is fine, right?

Dieyu seemed to want to help, but she still did not speak. Her brows drew together slightly.

In the previous game, Lone Supporter had struck up a conversation with him and brought him into the game.

Although his ultimate goal had also been to keep himself alive, he had even pushed Yimo toward Twilight when facing her.

But at least he had not shown such blatant malice.

The Guanyin Jade Pendant was hanging around Yimo's neck now.

His words echoed through Yimo's mind.

Actually, this is only my third game too. We're even, but try not to make yourself look too useless. Otherwise, you'll be in danger if people single you out.

The deadpan face he had deliberately made and the choppy bangs he had left in place were precisely because he did not want to stand out too much in this game and become a target.

But Supreme One's look of disgust told Yimo one thing plainly.

He was hated. And because of that, Supreme One wanted him dead first!

"Heh, I guessed right, didn't I? Nothing to say?"

"Hahaha, you piece of trash. Wait for death!"

"Fuck!"

Supreme One's arrogant words echoed in Yimo's ears.

Black flames began burning in Yimo's heart, then completely swept over his entire body.

Oh...

This game was not really about finding every member of the opposing faction and eliminating them.

It was about...

As long as he did not die, that was enough, wasn't it?

"You... kid..."

"Can you kill people?"

Yimo lowered his head. His deep, hoarse voice sounded as if it had come from hell, making Supreme One's entire body go cold. He could not help retreating several steps before angrily shouting at Yimo, "What are you talking about?"

"I'm a good person. How could I kill anyone?"

"You wolf, don't think a cheap trick like that can bait me!"

"I think you're the one who can kill people!"

"You werewolf!"

He stared fixedly at Yimo.

And Yimo?

At those words, he covered half his face with one hand, then suddenly threw his head back and laughed. "Ha... hahaha..."

His gloomy, hoarse laughter echoed through the ancient mountain village. Everyone nearby felt a chill in their hearts and instinctively distanced themselves from him.

Yimo lifted his head high. His left eye had emerged from beneath his choppy bangs. As a sick excitement filled him, a red blood moon actually appeared in his pupil, making him look terrifying.

Then, looking down from above as if he were gazing at an ant, he stared down at the now-frightened Supreme One.

"Yes."

"I can kill people."

Cold and sinister...

Like an evil ghost from hell.

He was clearly smiling, yet his face showed no expression at all.

"So, how about I kill you?"

At that, Supreme One stumbled back several more steps. His heel happened to strike a stone, and he fell backward straight into a muddy ditch.

Covered in mud, his face pale, he looked at Yimo and stammered, "Y-you... you..."

He wanted to call Yimo a werewolf.

But all that kept echoing through his mind was Yimo's words.

How about I kill you?

It was as if an invisible hand had seized his heart and squeezed hard. Palpitations and suffocation surged through him, while all his earlier pride transformed into the mockery and ridicule of others.

Supreme One wet himself in terror.