Night of the Dark Moon and High Winds

As midnight struck, the Werewolf received a system prompt and emerged almost immediately.

They met at the circular table in the center, as if by unspoken agreement.

The Mid-Autumn Festival night was already a bit chilly, with a bright moon hanging in the sky.

But now, whether it was the impending rain or not, increasingly dark clouds obscured the vast expanse of stars and the beautiful waning crescent moon that should have been visible.

From beneath the trees on either side, two figures emerged.

No...

They couldn't be called human!

Their bodies were covered in deep blue fur, appearing lean and elongated yet sharply defined, clearly brimming with explosive power. The sharp claws on their hands gleamed with a cold light.

Both stood over two meters tall!

Werewolf A sat at the circular table in the center and chuckled, "Heh, putting on a good guy act, not bad!"

Werewolf B approached and bowed a clawed hand. "Likewise. It's you who didn't attract anyone's attention, making you safer than me."

"But if we're talking about hiding well and deceiving others, we should really talk about the Wolf King, shouldn't we?"

Upon hearing this, Werewolf A's face soured. "Tch, her acting is probably not acting at all, but just her natural personality."

"It's just that she's taking too long, dawdling and still hasn't shown up."

"Could she have fallen asleep!!!"

"Damn it!"

Werewolf B glanced at the system clock. Ten minutes had already passed. He couldn't help but laugh. "Haha... she's a girl, maybe she's scared of this kind of situation and is hiding, afraid to come out. It's normal."

"It's only the first day, so it doesn't really matter."

The Werewolf grinned widely, each of its sharp teeth capable of easily tearing a person's body apart, truly the best kind of weapon.

Werewolf A retorted unhappily, "Pah! Playing a death game and expecting your hands to stay clean?"

"I'll go find her!"

As Werewolf A spoke, he started walking towards the Wolf King's residence, but Werewolf B stopped him directly.

"Don't go. Didn't the system prompt say we can only choose one thatched hut to break into and kill one player?"

"If she doesn't open the door, are we going to waste this chance for someone else to be eliminated?"

Werewolf A, hearing this, was filled with anger. He roughly slammed a claw into a nearby tree.

Crack—!

The tree, as thick as an adult's thigh, was cleanly split from the trunk and toppled to the side.

After venting his frustration, Werewolf A felt the unparalleled power, which brought him immense satisfaction and pleasure. His mood immediately improved, and he no longer bothered with the Wolf King, saying to Werewolf B, "Forget that loser. If there's a chance tomorrow during the day, I'll talk to her alone!"

"Heh, the Wolf King can kill people when she dies. If there's an opportunity, eliminating her during the day is also a good choice."

"However, it's best to do it in two or three days."

"Otherwise, it would be too unsatisfying to let her win passively with us."

"Hey, who do you think we should kill?"

"The Witch will most likely save someone tonight. Did you see anyone who looked like the Witch?"

The Witch has two bottles of potion. At night, she can save someone once or poison someone to death once.

Generally, if the Werewolves kill the Witch, the Witch cannot save herself. The rules of this game did not state that she couldn't save herself, but it didn't stop the Werewolves' primary target from being the Witch.

Just because the system rules didn't mention it doesn't mean it's allowed or not allowed.

It's just unknown.

Werewolf B said, "I couldn't tell who the Witch was, but there was someone who seemed to have a special role."

Werewolf A's eyes lit up at this, and his mood improved further. He couldn't help but say, "It seems you're a reliable teammate. If everyone was like the Wolf King, this game would indeed be too difficult."

"Are you talking about the Ferryman?"

Werewolf B replied, "His identity is uncertain for now. I suspect he might be Cupid, or perhaps a Villager."

"Given his appearance and personality, if he got a special role, he would definitely try to take the Village Chief's position from Siba Jungler and wouldn't back down in the end."

"I don't have much else, but I'm very good at judging people."

Werewolf A nodded. "I don't know why, but compared to Siba Jungler, who looks mentally unstable, I find the Ferryman very dangerous. His gaze is too aggressive, and he looks too intelligent."

"But it doesn't matter. Since the Witch will most likely save someone tonight, it's all the same who we kill."

"By the way, you don't have a Lover role, do you?"

Werewolf A was not a Lover. The disgusting part of this Cupid werewolf kill setup was the possibility of a third faction.

That is, Cupid chooses two people to become Lovers, one from the good camp and one from the werewolf camp.

If, at the end, they were on the verge of winning, but there was an insider among the Werewolves who was a Lover with a good person, and vice versa, they would conspire during the day to vote themselves out. That would be infuriating.

Werewolf B was very smart and smooth, and Werewolf A knew this, so he had to confirm.

Werewolf B heard this and said, "Brother, do I look like someone Cupid would fancy?"

Werewolf A: "That's true, I'm not a couple either, don't worry!"

"Right, who was that person you mentioned, the one who seemed like a god?"

"Let's go kill him!"

Werewolf B: "Heh, Boss Qian!"

Werewolf A watched as Werewolf B headed towards Boss Qian's thatched hut, frowning slightly. He felt like he might have misheard and couldn't help but ask, "Huh? Why him?"

"It's because to avoid being targeted and eliminated during the day, he specifically verified Siba Jungler's identity and tried to curry favor with him!"

"He didn't stand out much today either. Could it be that he's most likely a villager?"

Werewolf B, with his hands behind his back, said, "Brother, you're mistaken!"

"He told everyone he's a merchant, and a good one at that."

"To verify if what he said was true, I specifically chatted with him for a while this afternoon and evening. He indeed has a lot of experience in business."

"How should I put it, no innovation, but very seasoned, just as someone who has been in business for many years should be."

"But if he really has been in business for decades, how could he have wasted a crucial game card for nothing, just to gain the Hunter's favor?"

Werewolf A: "Wasn't it because he thought Siba Jungler might be a werewolf, and this action was to prove it and to prevent everyone from underestimating him?"

Werewolf B continued to lead the way, saying meaningfully, "No, no, no. The essence of a merchant is to pursue profit, to be selfish, to maximize benefits."

"As the saying goes, no merchant is without deceit."

"Especially for someone who has been in business for many years."

"Compared to gaining everyone's favor from the start, his valuable game card would have been more useful for saving his own life when he encountered danger during the day!"

"But he didn't do that!"

"Why?"

"He has an identity, an identity that can convince everyone during the day!"

"And this move was simply to make everyone think he's a good person, and to make them believe he has no special identity and needs to curry favor with Siba Jungler during the day to ensure his safety."

As Werewolf B spoke, he revealed a smile, but his repulsive appearance made it seem particularly sinister.

They had arrived at Boss Qian's thatched hut!

"Come on, let's see."

"Whether he's the Witch, the Idiot, or the Prophet!"