The Gap in Skill Level Was Just Too Great!

Boss Qian and Old Du Liu were dead...

Yimo murmured as he wondered whether there was a werewolf among them.

To be honest, on the first day, when Boss Qian had stepped forward to prove his innocence, Yimo had suspected that he might be a werewolf.

Of course, besides a werewolf, there was another role that might make him prove his identity.

That was, Boss Qian might have drawn the Hunter Card!

That way, he could show that he favored the villagers while also acting in his own interest whenever necessary.

He could even expose himself.

In other words, he could attack when advancing and defend when retreating.

"It's just... a double death... poison..."

A strange light flickered in Yimo's eyes, and his expression darkened slightly.

Old Du Liu hadn't seemed to have offended anyone...

Why him...?

With that thought, Yimo soon returned to his little thatched hut.

He looked to be in poor condition, but that was purely a deliberate disguise.

The dark circles under his eyes had been drawn with charcoal.

Yimo's makeup skills were in no way inferior to those of a beauty blogger!

"Forget it... I'll go back and sleep for a while first!"

That didn't mean Yimo wasn't tired, though.

After all, he had slept inside a cabinet the previous night, so it was inevitable that his entire body would be sore.

Just as he was rubbing his shoulder and preparing to enter the hut, a pleasant voice came from the side.

"Mr. Siba Jungler, there's something I'd like your help with. Could I trouble you for a moment?"

The voice sounded like the song of a lark.

It was crisp and pleasant, with a hint of seductiveness. Hearing it made people feel relaxed and invigorated.

Yimo pinched his messy bangs and turned his head. Sure enough, it was Dieyu.

She was wearing a denim miniskirt, which made her long, beautiful legs look even longer. On her feet were low-heeled sandals.

Her top was a white chiffon camisole. One area was slightly sheer, vaguely revealing the black **ra beneath it. The bottom of the top was tucked into her denim skirt.

Her orange hair was still tied into a high side ponytail.

She looked fashionable and radiant. She was less lively than yesterday, but more elegant and pure.

And that purity was exactly the kind that could stir up other people's desire.

At that moment, Dieyu had one hand against the wall of the thatched hut and the other around a sealed little storage box. She looked at Yimo with a bright smile.

There was starlight in her eyes.

Reflected in that starlight was Yimo's somewhat gloomy and disheveled appearance, making even him feel that he was sullying such beauty.

Yimo stopped opening the door and leaned against it with a smile. "With that outfit, you don't look like someone playing a Death Game."

"If yesterday's dress scored a nine, then today's can reach a 9.1."

Dieyu giggled at that and nodded appreciatively. "If ten is a perfect score, then it seems Dieyu still has to work harder." After saying that, she added, "For Mr. Siba Jungler."

"If I dress a little prettier, everyone will be happier looking at me, and they won't eliminate me so soon, right?"

Yimo nodded. "It seems pretty girls really do have a major advantage in a Death Game."

"What did you need me for?"

"Oh, right. My score here is a perfect nine."

Yimo had a poker face, so he remained expressionless as he spoke. But Dieyu's cheeks flushed slightly. She pursed her lips, looked straight into Yimo's gloomy eyes, and took a few steps closer. "Mr. Siba Jungler really knows how to flirt~ I wonder how many adorable girls outside have fallen for you."

Yimo said, "Heh, I'm a shut-in. I never get to see women."

"But I have plenty of wives in the 2D world, and they're all quite devoted to me."

"They get all sweet and lovey-dovey with me in relationships, and then we roll together..."

After saying that, Yimo stopped halfway and simply looked at Dieyu.

"Ho ho ho." Dieyu covered her mouth and giggled. "Shameless. How can you say something like that in front of a girl?"

"But Mr. Siba Jungler is rather unusual. I wonder how many of the things you say are true and how many are lies."

"I have something that requires help. Would Mr. Siba Jungler come with me?"

Yimo replied, "Roll around in bed?"

Yimo was only being mischievous, and he also wanted to test this woman's limits.

Dieyu truly was high-level at this. She gave a little "hehe," pinched her dainty earlobe, and said, "Then it depends on whether Mr. Siba Jungler can first make our affection level sweet enough to unlock that kind of scene."

Yimo looked at the sealed little storage box in Dieyu's hand and thought for a moment. "I was joking, I was joking. Don't take it seriously."

"Still, it's rather heartbreaking that the affection level isn't full."

"By the way, since you need someone to help, what about Naughty Cat, who is always glued to you?"

"Or am I a man, so that would be inconvenient?"

Dieyu slightly pouted. "What? Is Mr. Siba Jungler unwilling?"

"Naughty Cat got scared and went back to rest."

"If Mr. Siba Jungler doesn't want to, Dieyu won't force you~"

She was the very picture of feigned reluctance.

Although she said that, she was practically one step away from wrapping her arm around Yimo's and dragging him off.

"What a troublesome little temptress. Fine, let's go!"

Yimo didn't refuse. He wanted to see what she was up to.

It was still early morning, not yet eight o'clock.

The date was probably some time before the Mid-Autumn Festival. The sun rose early, and everything in sight was already bathed in gold.

Led by Dieyu, the two passed through the thatched-hut area and reached the southern side of the village.

There were stretches of rice paddies and vegetable fields.

It was harvest season. The rice stalks were plump and golden, while most of the vegetables had also grown full and lush, making people want to pick them and take a bite.

Dieyu led the way, but she walked at a leisurely pace, as though they were out on a countryside stroll.

Yimo preferred walking behind other people, so he deliberately didn't walk quickly either. This made Dieyu turn her head repeatedly and pout. "I do enjoy leisurely walks through the fields with Mr. Siba Jungler in the early morning."

"But Mr. Siba Jungler always looks so gloomy and expressionless. It makes things difficult for me!"

"It feels as though I'm forcing you to come out with me."

Yimo rubbed his head. "Not really. I have a poker face. Even if you want me to smile, I'll still look like this. If my facial muscles suddenly twitched, it might even scare you more."

Dieyu leaned over. Her upper body tilted forward, and she was practically pressed against Yimo. Her face was less than thirty centimeters from his as she blinked and carefully examined him.

"Really?"

Dieyu had a tiny nose and a tiny mouth. Combined with those large, fluttering eyes, her features were simply flawless.

Her doubtful expression at that moment was also very cute.

Yimo could smell the pleasant fragrance on Dieyu and sensed danger. He leaned back slightly and opened up some distance between them. "Of course. What would be the point of lying to you?"

But Dieyu narrowed her eyes and stated firmly, "You backed away!"

Yimo said, "I didn't."

Dieyu simply stared at the little liar before her, who was brazenly lying without blushing or missing a beat.

Suddenly, she smiled. "You look pretty cute when you're lying! It really makes my heart flutter~"

"Let's go!"

Yimo suddenly felt a soft hand seize his own.

It wasn't particularly warm. Instead, it carried a faint chill.

Unable to resist, Yimo gave it a squeeze. The feel was wonderful, completely different from the premium mouse he touched at home!

Then this girl brimming with feminine charm pulled him along by the hand.

They headed toward the little hills behind the village.

Yimo helplessly shook his head and thought,

The gap in skill level was just too great!