At nine o'clock, Yimo received a system notification.
'Congratulations, you have become the village chief for this game. During the tribunal voting phase, you have 1.5 votes. If you die and are eliminated from the game, no new village chief will be appointed.'
Along with the system notification, an ancient-looking little badge appeared on the chest of Yimo's short-sleeved shirt. It could not be removed and symbolized his status.
Because the surroundings were so dark, only a sliver of moonlight could shine in through the wooden window.
Yimo did not examine the badge closely.
Where was he at that moment?
In one of the two empty thatched houses.
Hiding in a corner beside the wardrobe.
What was Yimo thinking?
The game rules had not said what time night would fall or when the werewolf could come out to kill.
He wanted to see if he could hide in another house and secretly find out who the werewolf was.
Although the risk was high, Yimo still wanted to try.
If he succeeded and found out who the werewolf was, his chances of victory would increase infinitely!
But because the timing was uncertain, waiting around was actually rather boring.
While studying the game rules, he took a look at the items he had brought before entering the game.
The lighter and Desert Eagle had not been brought in, so the 16 points had been wasted.
He had brought in the watch and kept it on his wrist, but since the system displayed the time, it was not much use.
Those candy cigarettes were no simple items. Three boxes had a calming effect, while two boxes invigorated the spirit.
The former were for helping him sleep well at night. The latter were for when he feared he would not be focused enough while thinking—he could put one between his lips.
Of course, the effect was probably only about as strong as Red Bull's, and no more.
Yimo took out the cloak and draped it over himself. He felt a little chuunibyou, but then again, there was nothing wrong with that. It was pretty cool~
He even felt a little smug.
Finally, at 9:59 p.m., the system notification arrived.
'Night has fallen. All players, please return to your own houses before 22:00.'
Then the countdown began.
Yimo was not in a hurry. After all, the system had not said that failing to return would result in a game-over penalty.
But when the time reached 22:00, Yimo was completely dumbfounded.
"Damn!"
Then he hurriedly ran outside.
'Game violation. One game point will be deducted every three seconds. Once game points fall below 0, the game will be deemed failed and the player will be executed.'
The system loli's mocking voice echoed in his ears.
Then came:
'-1'
'-1'
'-1'
Wasn't that terrifying?
Yimo had only 139 points left in total!!!
If he did not return to his room within seven minutes, it would be game over for him!!!
"Damn, damn, damn, damn!!"
Yimo felt that, apart from the previous game, this was the hardest he had ever run. It definitely was not a handsome sight.
But when it came to staying alive, there was no shame in it.
He nearly fell when he rushed out of the thatched house.
He used every ounce of strength he had, even though he had no idea what "the strength to suckle" actually felt like.
But Yimo believed he had definitely found it!!!
Huh???
However, just after Yimo ran out of the house, someone else rushed out of the neighboring public thatched house and began sprinting for his life, just like Yimo.
Whether it was telepathy or coincidence, just as Yimo looked over, the other person noticed him too.
Then both of them froze.
Yimo instinctively covered his face with the cloak, leaving only his eyes exposed. The other person was wearing a tight-fitting outfit and a hood, looking like a little black man. He was much better prepared than Yimo.
Their first thought was the same: they could not let the other person know who they were.
Then—
"Ferryman!"
"Siba Jungler!"
Damn, they had identified each other's names in one shot.
Come on, there were only twelve players. Just looking at their builds was enough to tell who they were, wasn't it?
The atmosphere was indescribably awkward.
They even stopped at exactly the same time, warily watching each other.
"Hehehe, you came out this late. Could it be that you're a werewolf, so you don't have to go back?"
Yimo pretended to be calm while listening to the system loli's "-1" in his ear. He was extremely irritated.
But no matter how irritated he was, he could not lose face.
Ferryman touched the black hood around his nose and sneered. "Hehehe, then aren't you also a werewolf, so you don't have to go back?"
Ferryman kicked the ball straight back.
Then the two of them stared at each other, as though whoever moved first would be the dog.
Yimo did not know how many points the other person had, but he knew he did not have many. He had less than five minutes' worth of points left to return to his thatched house, and he knew that wasting time was not an option.
He stopped pretending and pulled the black cloak away from his face. "I'm not a wolf. I'm the hunter."
"Looks like I may have misunderstood you, hahaha..."
"We're both good people."
"However..."
"Brother Ferryman, do you have enough points?"
As he spoke, Yimo took an invigorating candy cigarette from his pocket and put it between his lips. He swung one leg casually, looking as if he wanted to have a nice chat.
In reality, he was panicking like crazy!
But no matter what, he did not want to admit defeat to this contrarian!
He was going all in this time!
Hearing this, Ferryman actually pulled an apple from his pocket. He rubbed it in his hand, then looked at Yimo. "Brother Siba Jungler, what's the matter? Why aren't you lighting that cigarette?"
Yimo waved the candy cigarette pinched between his fingers. "Hahaha, it's rare to have no one disturbing us right now. We can chat a little longer. There's no rush. I just ran until I was tired, so I'll rest before smoking."
"Brother Ferryman, aren't you going to eat that apple?"
Ferryman rubbed the apple and said indifferently, "Hey, we just finished running, didn't we? I'm worried about stomach prolapse, so I'll wait a while too."
As a result, the two of them became locked in another stalemate.
Were they in a hurry?
They absolutely were.
Yimo's candy cigarette was almost snapped in half from how hard he was fidgeting with it.
Ferryman kept rubbing the apple between his hands until he rubbed the skin right off.
Finally, the two of them could not hold out any longer and spoke almost simultaneously.
"I say..."
"I say..."
They both froze. Yimo then waved magnanimously and said, "You go first!"
Ferryman rubbed the apple, now a little smaller, again before finally saying, "That's true. I have leadership skills and experience, so I'll speak first."
"Points are exchanged for one's life. It would be a waste to throw them away for nothing."
Hearing this, Yimo hurriedly nodded. "You're absolutely right. I don't advocate wasting them either."
"Then..."
"Run!"
With Ferryman's shout, the two of them began sprinting at the same time.
Seeing that he had less than 80 points left, Yimo became incredibly anxious. His legs were pumping back and forth so quickly that he felt they were almost propellers.
But...
Damn!!!
That Ferryman was running way too fast. In the blink of an eye, he had left Yimo more than a hundred meters behind.
Yimo looked at the 31 points he had left and finally shouted, "Brother Ferryman, I have something to say!"
Ferryman froze and stopped, asking anxiously, "What is it? Don't tell me that because you're running slowly, you're admitting that you're the hunter and want me to give you a hand?"
"Hehehe, it's not impossible. Call me big brother, and afterward, properly tell me everything you know. I might be willing to help you."
Although Ferryman's hood was soaked through with sweat and his legs were trembling anxiously, his tone was extraordinarily arrogant.
Hmph, Siba Jungler, I run fast. You can't drag me to my death!
And Yimo?
"Swish!"
He suddenly swept his cloak aside, stretched out his left hand, covered his right eye with his right hand, and struck an incredibly chuunibyou pose. Then he brushed aside the broken bangs over his forehead, revealing eyes filled with mockery and excitement.
"No, no. I wanted to tell you..."
"I've made it. Bye-bye!"
With that, he darted straight into the thatched house beside him.
And Ferryman?
Watching Yimo swagger into the thatched house in such an infuriating manner, Ferryman froze. Three seconds passed, costing him one point, before he shouted, "Damn!"
"Just you wait!"
Then he turned and sprinted toward the small thatched house at the very edge.
That speed.
Man, it was incredible!
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