Wake Up, Then We'll Talk!

The Ferryman led everyone to Old Du Liu's thatched hut.

The door was undamaged. Several sheets of xuan paper still lay on the wooden table, covered in brush-written characters like "Villager," "Wolf," "Wolf King," and "Hunter." The writing wasn't at everyone's level, but even an outsider would consider it impressive.

Old Du Liu's corpse lay on the bed. All the exposed skin had been severely corroded, leaving it covered in countless wounds. Blood dripped from the wooden bed onto the floor with a soft "drip... drip..." every so often.

After seeing it, Cthulhu finally couldn't hold it in anymore. He rushed outside the hut and began vomiting.

Dieyu merely frowned at the sight, then took Naughty Cat outside with her.

On the very first night, not only had the peaceful night everyone expected failed to arrive, but two players had died outright.

If there was anything notable about them, it was that they were the two oldest players—and both looked like good people.

"Who the hell is the Witch? That's inhuman!!!"

"She didn't save anyone, and she even poisoned Sect Master Du to death!!!"

"Sect Master Du was such a good man! He was respected and virtuous, kind and humorous, always acting as a mediator to keep everyone from clashing, and he even performed the Lightning Five Consecutive Strikes for us!!!"

"Who was it!!!"

"That damn Witch!!"

The one shouting was the True Martial Emperor. He had studied martial arts as a child and knew that Old Du Liu was genuinely skilled, so he deeply admired him.

Now that Old Du Liu was dead, with his corpse severely corroded, he immediately assumed that the Witch had used her poison to kill him. His anger made his eyes bulge as he glared at everyone present.

The Ferryman walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "True Martial Emperor, my condolences."

"Let's find the Werewolves together and get out alive. Remembering that Sect Master Du once existed—that's the best way to answer to him."

After the Ferryman comforted him for a while, the True Martial Emperor finally broke down and cried.

Real men did not shed tears easily.

But even though the True Martial Emperor was a burly man, he truly felt heartbroken!

At that moment, the Ferryman sized up the True Martial Emperor, then said to the people inside the hut, "Does anyone here know how to examine a corpse?"

"I suggest we inspect the body. I have a feeling something's off."

As he spoke, he looked toward Conan.

Conan shook his head. "I'm a university student. Although I know quite a bit about Werewolf, I can't examine a corpse."

The Ferryman frowned at that. Looking at Old Du Liu's miserable state, he honestly didn't want to do it himself.

For one thing, it seemed dangerous. For another, he really didn't know how to examine a corpse...

Just as he hesitated, a gloomy voice came from behind.

"Heh... I do have some experience."

Everyone turned toward the voice. It was Ordinary Girl Village Chief, dressed in a black tracksuit. No one knew when she had arrived. She was leaning against the wall of the thatched hut, head lowered as she yawned, her face full of irritation.

The Ferryman was somewhat surprised. "At your age, knowing how to examine a corpse is certainly unexpected."

"Heh, ignorant." Ordinary Girl couldn't even be bothered to look at the Ferryman. After mocking him, she said, "Don't forget, I'm an impressive hacker."

"On some websites you people can't access, there are plenty of extremely bizarre forums."

"They contain all kinds of criminal methods, and even their descriptions of corpses are extremely detailed."

"I... find it quite interesting."

The Ferryman rubbed his nose. It did make sense, so he nodded. "In that case, please examine Old Du Liu's corpse."

Ordinary Girl Village Chief said, "Heh... Who can guarantee that the poison in his body won't harm someone else after death?"

"I'm quite interested in the scene of his death. Otherwise, who would want to squeeze in here?"

"Real-life material. Not bad."

"But... the smell alone is already making me feel sick."

"He was obviously poisoned to death by the Witch. Even an idiot could tell."

"Why should I risk being poisoned to death too just to help you?"

Disdain and mockery colored Ordinary Girl Village Chief's tone, infuriating both the True Martial Emperor and Pikachu.

Seeing that she was young, the True Martial Emperor ultimately said nothing. But Pikachu couldn't stand it. "You little brat, that's going too far!"

"I say you're either a Werewolf or that stupid f**king Witch, standing here gloating!!!"

Ordinary Girl glanced at Pikachu and said blandly, "If I were a Werewolf or the Witch, I would have killed Siba Jungler for stealing my position as Village Chief!"

"And as for the poison, why would I waste it on some old man?"

"You—you—you! I'm going to beat you up today!" Pikachu was furious after being verbally crushed and moved to hit Ordinary Girl.

But the True Martial Emperor stopped him. "Girl! Hold it!"

"The game rules don't allow us to hit people. And although she's infuriating and makes you want to punch her, she does have a point. She isn't necessarily the Witch or a Werewolf!"

"Hold it!"

Ordinary Girl Village Chief looked at the two agitated men in front of her. She couldn't be bothered to stay any longer and simply left.

The True Martial Emperor comforted Pikachu while cursing the Witch.

Instead, Conan stepped forward and said, "Everyone, haven't you noticed that someone is missing?"

"Our Village Chief, Siba Jungler, still hasn't arrived!"

"Could he be too guilty to come because of the bad things he did?"

Following Conan's words, the True Martial Emperor and Pikachu both believed that Yimo was a good person. But the fact that Yimo still hadn't arrived did seem difficult to explain, and suspicion began to grow.

The True Martial Emperor said, "Could it be... Brother Siba Jungler really is..."

"Really is what? Don't start suspecting a Hunter for no reason!"

Just as the True Martial Emperor voiced his doubts, Yimo finally arrived.

He was still wearing that tracksuit. His hair was a mess, his expression gloomy, and two huge dark circles hung beneath his eyes, making him look like an evil ghost that had just crawled out of hell.

His voice was even gloomier, as hoarse as if he hadn't had a drink of water all day.

"Holy crap, Brother Siba Jungler, what happened to you?!!" The sight of Siba Jungler gave the True Martial Emperor quite a fright.

His own complexion wasn't great either, but it wasn't nearly this bad.

Siba Jungler looked as if he hadn't slept for several nights!

Looking at Siba Jungler, Conan couldn't help saying, "Did you kill someone yourself and stay up all night out of guilt, turning into this ghost?"

Yimo rolled his eyes at him and said darkly, "I'm the Hunter, a special role. Of course I can't sleep well when my life's on the line!"

"But you, advanced player, look pretty energetic?"

"You killed someone last night, knew you wouldn't be killed, and slept like a baby?"

"Oh, what's with that look? Planning to kill me tonight?"

Conan was utterly flustered by Yimo's retorts, and his face reddened.

The True Martial Emperor was rather confused. Everyone looked like a good person to him, yet everyone also looked like a Werewolf.

But now that Yimo had arrived, he hurried over and said, "Brother Siba Jungler, you're finally here!"

"Who knows which stupid f**king Witch poisoned Sect Master Du to death!"

"You have to find that Witch and avenge Sect Master Du!"

Yimo froze, then looked at the True Martial Emperor as if he were an idiot. "Are you a moron?"

"Who cares who the Witch is? The moment either all the special roles or all the Villagers die, the Good side dies too."

"If you're Good, you'll die as well. Got it?"

The True Martial Emperor immediately looked aggrieved after being lectured by Yimo. The six-foot-tall man flushed and fidgeted awkwardly. "But... Sect Master Du..."

Yimo shook his head. "Maybe Boss Qian was the Witch, and after being killed by the Werewolves, he had no choice but to poison someone at random!"

"Focus your hatred on the Werewolves. Don't let yourself be led astray!"

The True Martial Emperor thought that made sense, but still said, "But... yesterday they said the Witch could save herself..."

Yimo rose onto his tiptoes and patted the True Martial Emperor on the forehead helplessly. "Take a careful look at the game rules. Which line says the Witch can save herself?"

"Just because it doesn't say she can't save herself doesn't mean she definitely can. Understand?"

"Besides, that was only a hypothesis!!!"

"In short, the Werewolves are your targets."

The True Martial Emperor was completely bewildered. He had already opened the game rules himself and begun reading them.

The Ferryman, on the other hand, clapped his hands. "What eloquence. Then, Village Chief, why don't you analyze who killed Boss Qian, why Old Du Liu was poisoned, and who the Werewolf is?"

Yimo cast a dark look at the Ferryman. "I'm not as good with my legs as you. You run like a rabbit."

"Now, take a look at how many people here are in a normal emotional state."

"Go back and sleep. Once everyone has woken up and their heads are clear, we'll discuss it after three in the afternoon!"

With that, he ignored everyone and left.

Pikachu frowned and left as well.

The True Martial Emperor felt that Old Du Liu looked too pitiful, so he went back to get his blanket and planned to cover him with it.

Only Conan and the Ferryman remained in the room.

After a moment, Conan said solemnly,

"Ferryman, I don't know what your role is."

"But I can tell you for certain that Siba Jungler is a Werewolf."

"Today, he must be voted out!"