Sending Yin (15)

Zhao Yijiu wasn't very good at playing a role.

In his normal state, his emotions were one-dimensional, and he hated role-playing deductions the most. Even under the influence of the vicious ghost, he found it difficult to empathize with his character. He hated even more having his actions controlled by rules and forced to follow a set routine.

The human Zhao wasn't good at it. Ghost Wine simply didn't want to do it.

Like right now. For the sake of joining the team, he'd said something completely out of character, making up an excuse about leaving his people to seek freedom. Even after losing a life as punishment, his behavior still didn't make much sense.

The Dog God was proud and savage. Even if he wanted freedom, did that mean he had to stay by the escort leader's side, after the man had just drugged him and gotten the better of him?

The Saintess was right here. Could the Dog God really tolerate this woman—someone he didn't like, but who had undeniably betrayed him first—getting off scot-free? Could he really keep claiming that he'd pledge his loyalty to his "savior"?

The Dog God definitely wouldn't make that choice.

Zhao Yijiu had forced his way into the storyline, but throughout the next day's journey, he kept feeling as if something was watching him.

It wasn't the sort of gaze that came from the monsters in the woods, which occasionally came looking for trouble. It was far more distant and ethereal, making his already keen senses prickle and his whole body tense. He felt an irritable sense of having his territory invaded.

The sky gradually darkened.

It was the second night since the deduction began.

Zhao Yijiu, who'd been in a foul mood all day, climbed down from the cart. Yes, he