By 19:30, basically everyone had already arrived around the circular table.
Cthulhu hung his head, looking troubled. He was still pestering Dieyu, trying to convince her that he was the Seer.
"Dieyu, I haven't given you any trouble these past few days."
"You have to believe that I'm the Seer, a good person."
"Can Siba Jungler really be trusted when he claims to be both the Hunter and the Seer?"
"I know you might like him, have taken a fancy to him."
"Indeed, setting aside that gloomy, poker-faced look, he's quite handsome."
"But you have to understand, this is a Death Game!"
"If you lose, you die!"
"If you win, you'll have plenty of money. You can find any kind of man you want, so why cling to Siba Jungler?"
"If you two are lovers or have a Cupid relationship, then forget I said anything!"
"But if you aren't, you have to vote for Pikachu!"
"You like Siba Jungler, so don't vote for him if you don't want to. Vote for that fat werewolf instead!!!"
Cthulhu spoke and explained with all his might.
Dieyu looked rather troubled. When she saw Yimo arrive, she hurriedly pushed Cthulhu away with both hands, clearly telling him to keep his distance. Then she waved at Yimo and called, "Hey, hey, Mr. Siba Jungler, sit beside me!"
His earnest words had been completely ignored. Cthulhu's face grew even paler and gloomier.
The vote he had thought he was sure to get had now amounted to only Ferryman's vote.
I don't want to die!
Seeing Dieyu waving at him happily, Yimo said a few words to Pikachu, then swaggered over with his shoulders swaying.
As usual, he walked with a swagger that offended everyone. When he reached Cthulhu, he almost bumped into him.
He suddenly realized