A Little Interesting!

Although Boss Qian had said that, the bespectacled, aloof techie, Ferryman, still rubbed the bridge of his nose and said, "Boss Qian does indeed have a game card that can see through lies, but who can guarantee that he wasn't lying?"

He wasn't looking at Boss Qian. Instead, he stared at Yimo in open confrontation.

What about Yimo?

He watched him with interest and said, "Are you suspecting that this extremely honest Boss Qian and I colluded to trick you all?"

"Heh heh, this was a game about deceiving people and hiding identities in the first place."

"You can suspect me, and I can suspect you too—a werewolf trying to sow discord."

"Confusing the good people here."

"So, Ferryman, tell us what role you got. Let me see whether this Hunter Card I got is really that powerful."

Ferryman heard him and said calmly, "I suspect you're trying to trick me into revealing my identity."

"You're even more likely to be a werewolf now."

"As for what card I have, it's not time to say yet."

"In any case, I got a good-person card."

Yimo laughed when he heard that. He scratched his ear and said smugly, "All the werewolves here, listen up. This guy got a good-person card that isn't the Hunter Card."

"It might even be a special role card~"

Yimo was acting like a complete scoundrel.

Whoever said he was a wolf, he would say that person was a wolf.

Among the special roles in Werewolf, the Hunter was considered an extremely powerful one. If he didn't put on this kind of imposing act, he would look even less like someone holding a Hunter Card.

And since all special roles had abilities and posed a greater threat to werewolves, once they were suspected or discovered, they were also more likely to become targets for elimination!

Because the Hunter could kill someone after dying, most werewolves would choose to kill the other special roles first and leave the Hunter for last.

When Ferryman heard that, he saw everyone's gaze gathering on him. He clenched his fists and said, "I'm a Villager, but that doesn't mean you're definitely the Hunter or a good person."

"Although the chances of two werewolves exposing themselves right from the start are relatively low, I'm still keeping my suspicions about you!"

Everyone was enjoying the show. As long as the dirty water wasn't splashed on them, they didn't mind making the situation worse.

Unexpectedly, Naughty Cat, who looked extremely timid, stepped forward. She seemed weak and frightened, and her confidence was lacking, but she still spoke up to stop them. "You two... you two..."

"Stop fighting... I believe... you're both good people..."

"The game... has only... just begun..."

Naughty Cat looked to be just over twenty. She was the especially delicate and timid type, with a baby face that inspired an instinct to protect her. Her cheeks were always flushed. As soon as she spoke, the others also began urging them to stop.

Old Du Liu said, "Young people should value harmony. In my opinion, we should look around this village first!"

"It's only eleven now. We have half a day. Let's sit down—we have plenty of time to talk."

Boss Qian said with a grin, "Haha, I'm interested. I feel like we can find some treasures in this village."

Boss Qian was most interested in antiques. This village was extremely primitive, and in his eyes, it was only natural that it would contain things of considerable age left behind from the past.

Although they couldn't take them out, he still enjoyed looking at them.

Old Du Liu said, "Exactly. In any case, we can't do much during the day today, and it's perfectly safe. Let's first vote for Siba Jungler and make him the village chief, then hear what he has to say. How about it?"

Although Old Du Liu was old, he had the air of an expert.

Even the somewhat narrow-minded Ferryman temporarily set aside his suspicions of Yimo.

Once the game began, the system had already announced that they could vote for one player. Before nine o'clock, the player with the most votes would become the village chief.

At Old Du Liu's urging, everyone understood the situation. Without much hesitation, they voted for Yimo.

Even Ferryman was no exception.

Even Supreme One, who had constantly wanted to cause trouble and had been thoroughly beaten down earlier, waved his hands and shouted, "I voted! I voted!"

"I voted for you before all of them!"

He hadn't managed to bring Yimo down, and now felt he probably never would, so he began ingratiating himself instead.

Yimo merely glanced at him expressionlessly before looking at the others.

Supreme One felt awful when he saw Yimo's expressionless, irritating face.

What did that mean?

Was he being acknowledged, or was he being disliked?

I can't tell!

This is killing me!

When the vote count settled at ten, everyone began looking around for whoever hadn't voted.

Yimo wasn't in a hurry. He said calmly, "I haven't voted yet. The village chief is definitely going to be me anyway. If I vote for myself too, that would seem too immodest."

"Hmm, I'm still a modest person. I'll vote for whoever looks the prettiest!"

Yimo's speech left everyone stunned.

What the heck! This guy is shameless beyond belief!

Are you picking a consort here?

Of course, they only complained inwardly. They weren't looking to make trouble for themselves by actually saying it aloud.

After all, no matter how they looked at it, someone called Siba Jungler didn't seem like a very reasonable person.

What was that saying again?

The gentle feared the tough, the tough feared the fierce, the fierce feared the reckless, and the reckless feared those who didn't care about dying.

This kid was clearly both reckless and fearless of death!

It had to be said that Yimo's claim that he was the Hunter had achieved its purpose.

At least no one dared do anything to him during the day.

As for the night, Yimo believed the werewolves wouldn't choose to kill him either.

After all...

Someone who could fire a gun could kill people!

At that moment, he was incredibly brazen. He walked with a swagger that ignored everyone around him, wore that expressionless, irritating face, and had choppy bangs covering half his eyes.

If he were put outside, he would probably get beaten eight times a day!

But this was the Death Game. Yimo truly wasn't afraid and could act as arrogantly as he pleased.

Everyone else was furious but didn't dare say anything. They even had to placate him!

"That is, since Big Brother Siba Jungler has spoken, who still hasn't voted?"

"Are you looking down on my big brother?"

Supreme One turned into a lackey and immediately moved over to Yimo's side, roaring fiercely.

Yimo, however, disliked the mud and strange smell all over him, so he moved aside slightly.

Oh, so there was someone even more shameless than Yimo.

Yimo was merely putting on an act; he wasn't normally like this.

But Supreme One was genuinely a dog!

Following Supreme One's words, a disdainful voice rang out.

"Tch!"

Following the sound, they saw that it had come from Ordinary Girl Village Chief, who was squatting on the ground and drawing circles with a small stick.

She looked at Supreme One disdainfully and muttered, "What do you have that's worth looking up to!"

"Tch, I should obviously have been the village chief. I even came up with the name already. You people really don't know how to please girls!"

"I hope none of you find girlfriends. And if you do, I hope they run away!"

"Hmph!"

Ordinary Girl's messy black hair reached her neck. She wore an oversized tracksuit, and her expression was even gloomier than Yimo's. She had the same expressionless, irritating face, making her look especially amusing, like an angry child.

It had to be said that she did indeed look like the youngest person there.

When Supreme One heard that, he immediately became furious. "What the heck! You can say whatever you want about me, but you can't talk about my big brother! That's crossing the line!"

"Crossing the line means...!"

Supreme One had jumped out to curry favor with Yimo, thinking this round of flattery would surely be perfect.

But before he could finish, Yimo poked him with a wooden stick he had picked up from somewhere, sending him off to cool his heels.

Yimo looked at Ordinary Girl, stroking his chin with a trace of amusement in his eyes as he thought,

Hey.

This girl is a little interesting!