The Rank Difference Is Too Great!

Boss Qian and Old Du Liu are dead...

Yimo murmured, wondering if there was a wolf among them.

Honestly, on the first day, when Boss Qian came out to vouch for himself, Yimo had suspected he might be the wolf.

Of course, besides being a wolf, another identity might also lead him to vouch for himself.

That would be, Boss Qian might have the Hunter Card!

This way, he could both declare his preference for humans and act in his own favor at any time based on the situation.

He could even expose himself.

It could be said to be an offensive and defensive move.

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

An unusual light flickered in Yimo's eyes, his expression somewhat grim.

Old Du Liu didn't seem to have incurred anyone's displeasure...

Why, why him...

Thinking thus, Yimo quickly walked back to his small thatched hut.

Though he appeared to be in poor condition, that was purely a deliberate disguise.

The dark circles under his eyes were made with charcoal makeup.

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

"Forget it... I'll go back and get some sleep!"

But that didn't mean Yimo wasn't tired.

After all, he had slept in a cabinet last night, and his whole body was inevitably sore.

Just as he was rubbing his shoulder and preparing to enter the house, a pleasant voice came from beside him.

"Mr. Siba Jungler, I have something I'd like your help with. Could you spare me a moment of your time?"

The voice was like the call of a lark.

Clear and pleasant, with a hint of seductiveness, it made one feel comfortable and invigorated.

Yimo pinched his messy bangs, turned his head to look, and indeed, it was Dieyu.

She was wearing a denim mini-skirt, her long legs accentuated, and low-heeled sandals on her feet.

On top, she wore a white chiffon camisole. A certain area was slightly sheer, allowing a blurry glimpse of a black bra underneath, and the hem of the top was tucked into the denim skirt.

Her orange hair was still tied up in a high side ponytail.

Stylish and beautiful, with a touch less playfulness and more elegance and purity.

And that kind of purity was even more likely to ignite others' desires.

At this moment, Dieyu was leaning against the wall of the thatched hut with one hand, holding a sealed small storage box with the other, looking at Yimo with a smiling face.

Her eyes held starlight.

The starlight reflected Yimo's somewhat grim and disheveled appearance, making Yimo feel as though he was defiling this beauty.

Yimo stopped his hand from opening the door upon hearing her, leaned against the door, and said with a smile, "Your outfit doesn't look like you're playing a death game."

"If yesterday's outfit was a 9, then today's outfit is a 9.1."

Dieyu chuckled lightly, nodded with great satisfaction, "If 10 is the perfect score, then it seems Dieyu still needs to work harder." She then added, "For Mr. Siba Jungler."

"Dressing up to look pretty, everyone enjoys looking, and they won't eliminate me so early, right?"

Yimo nodded upon hearing this, "It seems pretty girls still have a big advantage in a death game."

"What do you need me for?"

"Oh, right, my score here is a perfect 9."

Yimo, being poker-faced, spoke with no expression, but Dieyu's face turned slightly red upon hearing this. She pursed her lips, met Yimo's gloomy gaze directly, and took a few steps closer, "Mr. Siba Jungler is quite the charmer~ I wonder how many cute girls outside are captivated by you."

Yimo: "Heh, I'm a shut-in, I don't see women."

"But I have quite a few anime wives, and they all fancy me."

"In love, they're sweet and affectionate with me, and then we... roll around..."

Yimo trailed off, looking at Dieyu.

Dieyu covered her mouth and chuckled, "How shameless, saying such things in front of a girl."

"But, Mr. Siba Jungler is indeed special. I wonder how many of those words are true and how many are false."

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

Yimo heard this and asked, "Roll in the sheets?"

Yimo was purely indulging in his wicked humor and wanted to test the woman's bottom line.

Dieyu indeed had a high level of skill, she chuckled, pinched her small earlobe, and said, "Then it depends on whether Mr. Siba Jungler can be sweet and affectionate with me first to build up affection, and then unlock that kind of plot."

Yimo looked at the sealed small storage box in Dieyu's hand and said after thinking, "Just kidding, just kidding, don't take it seriously."

"But it's quite sad that the affection level isn't maxed out."

"Right, since you're asking for help, what about that Naughty Cat who's always sticking to you?"

"After all, I'm a man, won't it be inconvenient?"

Dieyu pouted slightly upon hearing this, "What, Mr. Siba Jungler, you're unwilling?"

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

"If Mr. Siba Jungler is unwilling, Dieyu won't force you~"

Playing hard to get, that's Dieyu for you.

Even though she said that, she was practically reaching out to grab Yimo's arm and pull him away right then and there.

"What a teasing little sprite, let's go then!"

Yimo didn't refuse, wanting to see what she was up to.

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

The date was likely a little before the Mid-Autumn Festival. The sun rose very early, and everything in sight was already bathed in golden light.

Led by Dieyu, the two walked through the thatched-roof area and arrived at the southern part of the village.

There lay vast expanses of rice paddies and vegetable fields.

It was harvest season; the rice stalks were plump, a sea of gold, and most of the vegetables had grown full and lush, making one want to pluck them and take a bite.

Dieyu led the way, but walked at a leisurely pace, as if on an outing.

Yimo preferred to walk behind others, so he deliberately didn't speed up, causing Dieyu to turn back frequently, muttering with a pout, "Although I'm really enjoying this slow, leisurely stroll 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!"

"It's as if I'm forcing you to come out."

Yimo touched his head, "Not at all. I have resting face syndrome. If you want me to smile, my face will still look like this. If my facial muscles actually twitched, it might be quite scary."

Dieyu leaned closer, tilting her body forward until she was almost pressed against Yimo, her face less than 30 centimeters from his, her eyes blinking as she scrutinized him.

"Really?"

Dieyu had a small nose and a small mouth, and coupled with her large, fluttering eyes, her features were truly impeccable.

Her questioning look at this moment was also very cute.

Yimo could smell the pleasant scent emanating from Dieyu and felt a sense of danger. He leaned back slightly, even creating some distance, and said, "Of course, there's no point in lying to you!"

But Dieyu narrowed her eyes and said with certainty, "You flinched back!"

Yimo: "I did not."

Dieyu quietly watched the little liar in front of her, who was openly lying without blushing or a change in breathing.

Suddenly, she chuckled, "You look pretty cute when you lie! It's really heartwarming~"

"Let's go!"

Yimo felt a soft hand grasp his.

It wasn't particularly warm, but rather had a slight coolness.

Yimo couldn't help but squeeze it. It felt good, completely different from the high-end computer mouse he felt at home!

Then, he was led by the hand by this charming, energetic girl.

Towards the small hill behind the village.

Yimo shook his head helplessly, thinking.

The skill gap is too wide!