It's Interesting!

Although Boss Qian said that, the bespectacled, high-and-mighty intellectual, "Ferryman," still touched his nose and said, "Boss Qian does indeed have a game card that can see through lies, but who can guarantee he isn't lying?"

His gaze wasn't on Boss Qian, but rather, he looked directly at Yimo.

And Yimo?

He looked at Ferryman with great interest and said, "Are you suspecting that this honest Boss Qian and I have colluded to trick you?"

"Heh, this is a game of deception and hidden identities from the start."

"You can suspect me, and I can suspect you. You're just a Werewolf sowing discord."

"Confusing the sight and hearing of the good people present."

"So, Ferryman, tell me what role you've drawn. Let's see if it's as powerful as the Hunter Card I drew."

Upon hearing this, Ferryman calmly replied, "I suspect you are lying to me about your identity."

"The probability of you being a wolf is even higher."

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

"Anyway, I drew a good person card."

Yimo chuckled upon hearing this, scratching his ear with a very smug look. "Listen up, all you Werewolves present, this guy drew a good person card that isn't the Hunter Card."

"It might be a God Card~"

Yimo was acting like a scoundrel at this moment.

Whoever he said was a wolf, he would say they were a wolf.

The Hunter was a very powerful card among the God Cards in Werewolf, and if he didn't exude this kind of confidence, it wouldn't seem like the Hunter Card.

And because God Cards have skills that pose a great threat to Werewolves, they are also more likely to be targeted and killed once suspected or discovered!

Because the Hunter Card can kill someone after death, most Werewolves would choose to kill other God Cards first, and then kill the Hunter last.

Upon hearing this, Ferryman saw everyone's gazes gather on him. He clenched his fists and said, "I am a Villager Card, but that doesn't mean you are definitely the Hunter Card, or a good person card."

"Although the probability of two Werewolves revealing themselves at the beginning is relatively small, I maintain my suspicion of you!"

Everyone else was just watching the show. As long as the mud wasn't slung at them, they didn't mind the drama.

It was Naughty Cat, who appeared very timid, who stepped forward. Her voice lacked confidence, and she looked very scared, but she still spoke up to stop them, "You two... you two..."

"Don't fight... I believe... you are good people..."

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

Naughty Cat looked to be in her early twenties, the type who was exceptionally soft and timid. Her baby face made people want to protect her, and her cheeks were always rosy. As she spoke, others also began to persuade them.

Old Du Liu: "Young people should value peace. In my opinion, let's take a look at this village first!"

"It's only 11 o'clock now, and we have plenty of time to talk after half the day."

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

Boss Qian was most interested in antiques. This village was very primitive, and in his eyes, it was normal for things from very old times to be left behind.

Even if he couldn't take them out, he enjoyed looking at them.

Old Du Liu: "Yes, yes. Anyway, we can't do much during the day, and it's very safe. Let's all vote for Siba Jungler to be the Village Chief first, and then listen to his opinion?"

Although Old Du Liu was old, he possessed an air of a master.

Even the somewhat stubborn Ferryman temporarily put aside his doubts about Yimo.

As the game began, the system had already prompted that players could vote for one player, and the player with the most votes before 9 o'clock would become the Village Chief.

Under Old Du Liu's call, everyone saw the situation clearly and voted for Yimo without much hesitation.

Even Ferryman was no exception.

Even Supreme One, who had wanted to cause trouble before and ended up embarrassed, waved his hands and shouted, "I voted! I voted!"

"I voted for you before anyone else!"

He couldn't expose Yimo, and felt he couldn't expose him at all, so he started trying to curry favor.

Yimo just glanced at him expressionlessly, then looked at others.

Supreme One found Yimo's poker-faced, smug expression unbearable.

How to put it?

Sigh, was he being recognized or disliked!

He couldn't understand it!

It was agonizing.

As the votes settled at 10, everyone looked around to see who hadn't voted.

Yimo wasn't in a hurry. He said calmly, "I haven't voted yet. Anyway, I'm definitely going to be the Village Chief. If I still vote for myself, it would seem too immodest."

"Well, I'm still modest. I'll vote for whoever I find prettiest!"

Yimo's words stunned everyone.

"What the heck! Good grief, this guy is shameless!"

"Are you picking concubines here?"

Of course, everyone just complained internally. They wouldn't dare say it out loud, lest they bring trouble upon themselves.

Because no matter how you looked at it, this Siba Jungler didn't seem like someone who reasoned well.

What's the saying again?

The soft fear the hard, the hard fear the ruthless, the ruthless fear the stubborn, and the stubborn fear the reckless.

This kid was clearly the stubborn and reckless type who didn't care about his life!

It had to be said, Yimo's move to claim he was a Hunter had achieved its purpose.

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

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

After all...

Those who shoot can kill people!

At this moment, his wicked thoughts were running wild. The way he walked was so arrogant, coupled with his poker face and bangs half-covering his eyes.

If he were out in the real world, he'd probably get beaten up eight times a day!

But now, inside the death game, Yimo truly wasn't afraid and acted as arrogantly as he pleased.

The others were angry but dared not speak, and they even had to placate him!

"Uh, Brother Siba Jungler has spoken, so who isn't going to vote?"

"Are you looking down on my big brother!"

Supreme One transformed into a sycophant, immediately scurrying over to Yimo's side, his expression fierce as he roared.

Yimo, however, found him to be covered in mud and smelling strange, so he dodged slightly.

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

Yimo was merely acting; he wasn't usually like this.

But this Supreme One was truly a dog!

Following Supreme One's words, a disdainful voice emerged.

"Tch!"

Following the sound, they saw the Ordinary Girl, the Village Chief, squatting on the ground, drawing circles with a small wooden stick.

She looked at Supreme One with disdain and muttered, "What's so respectable about you!"

"Tch, I should have been the Village Chief. I even had a name ready. You guys are just terrible at pleasing girls!"

"I wish all of you never find a girlfriend, and if you do, she'll run away!"

"Hmph!"

The Ordinary Girl's black hair, which reached her neck, was a bit messy. She was wearing a very large tracksuit, and her expression was even gloomier than Yimo's. She also had a poker face, and her appearance was particularly amusing, like a child throwing a tantrum.

It had to be said, she did look like the youngest person present.

Supreme One's face immediately turned angry upon hearing this. "Damn it, you can say whatever you want to me, but you can't talk about my big brother, that's crossing the line!"

"If you don't give me face, that means...!"

Supreme One wanted to jump out and curry favor with Yimo, thinking this flattery would be perfect.

But before he could finish, Yimo poked him with a stick he'd picked up from who-knows-where, telling him to cool off.

Yimo looked at the Ordinary Girl, stroking his chin, a hint of playfulness in his eyes, and thought.

Heh.

This girl is quite interesting!