The explanation Chi Cai gave wasn't entirely fabricated to stop the green-haired female player from harming the villagers. It did make a certain amount of sense: if you ignored the players' identities and assumed only one person could die in the forest each day, then indiscriminate killing could indeed make someone a target, since it would violate the forest's rules.
The number of players in the Dungeon had fallen from 42 to 35. There was no way to know whether those players had been killed by other players or by the hidden friend. Today was the fifth day. If the requirement was "one person dies each day," then a new actor might appear today, or the hidden friend might continue killing.
Of course, this was only a guess based on very few clues and had little to support it. The Dungeon's actual direction would depend on what happened next.
Xu Huo didn't plan to sleep that night. In fact, many players had the same idea. But for some reason, as the village lights gradually went out, an indescribable drowsiness crept over them. It felt as though it had been ages since they'd last slept, and they desperately needed to catch up, right now. It didn't matter whether they had a bed or the floor—if they could lie down and close their eyes, that was enough...
Noticing the abnormal drowsiness, Xu Huo called over the painted woman, who had been playing games, as well as Chi Cai and Yang Tian, who were just as sleepy, and suggested they play cards.
The night seemed unusually long. They felt as if they'd been playing cards for ages, but when they checked the time, only an hour had passed.
Chi Cai was starting to struggle. He yawned. "Why don't we take turns keeping watch?