Guess Who I Am

There's no way around it; the original Four Corners Game has turned into a thirteen-corner game. Even though there are more ghosts, the game still has to continue as usual.

In the darkness, Lu Li maintained a steady pace of walking, then announced his name. Jiang Xuanmo's voice had stopped trembling, but the fatigue in it was obvious. Under such immense pressure, having to keep moving had taken a toll on both his mental and physical strength.

Although everyone is currently at peace, who knows what will happen next? There are ten ghosts here, and you have to keep getting patted on the shoulder by them, while also patting their shoulders in return. In addition, some terrifying problems will frequently arise.

"Hey, you touched my wound." A ghost in front of Lu Li suddenly said. The positions of these ghosts kept changing. Last time it Ma Yaoyao in front of Lu Li, but next time it might be Zhao Li.

Clearly, the deceased was different from a human. When Lu Li patted the other person's shoulder, he couldn't see and might have patted the wrong spot. Lu Li only felt something sticky on his hand, and then he heard the deceased in front of him shout like that.

"Sorry, please continue." Lu Li said apologetically. The deceased in front of him also complained softly and continued walking forward, then slapped the deceased in front of him.

"You slapped my head off!" the deceased, who had been hit, said unhappily.

"My head's already gone, and that kid even slapped my trachea," the deceased who had been slapped by Lu Li said viciously. Lu Li sensed something was wrong, and sure enough, he heard the deceased continue, "If you're not satisfied, go slap the person in front of you."

The previously harmonious atmosphere of you taking pictures of me and me taking pictures of you suddenly disappeared, and all sorts of funny conversations began to fill the room.

"My big eyeballs were hanging there perfectly fine, why did you swat them off?"

"I already had one arm missing, and you broke another one. You did it on purpose, didn't you?"

The dead are turning into a game of mutual harm by slapping each other. They are all dead, losing a few organs is no big deal, but there are four living people among them. These dead, who don't know their own strength, don't know how they will act.

"How about we make a deal?" Chen Qiao exhaled, sensing the voice behind him, knowing that the real test had begun. Although he might be able to withstand a blow from the dead, there was still a long way to go. He would have to go through countless rounds, and if he had to let the dead do the work every round, he might not be far from death.

"Can you take the photos gently?" Chen Qiao asked.

"Alright, but you have to guess who I am. If you guess, I'll be gentle. If you don't, hehehe." The foul stench of the dead man behind him reached Chen Qiao, causing Chen Qiao to frown.

"Are you Zhao Li?" Chen Qiao guessed casually, recalling the other person's voice.

"Tch, so clueless, you even guessed that." Zhao Li lightly patted Chen Qiao, and then laughter filled the room.

"Brother Li, you're still too stupid. You should change your voice."

"Hey, you can't see us, so let's play this name-guessing game too. If you guess correctly, we'll be gentle; if you can't, well..."

"That's settled then!"

The deceased established the rules, and then Lin Tong felt a cold hand rest on his shoulder, followed by a strange-sounding voice. "Guess who I am?"

"Zhao Heyu." Lin Tong's calm voice rang out directly, pointing out the identity of the deceased behind him with absolute certainty, before he was gently patted on the shoulder.

The brutal pounding continued among the dead until it reached Jiang Xuanmo. A cold hand rested on her shoulder. "Tell me, who am I?"

"You are..." Jiang Xuanmo's voice trembled again. How could she know who was behind her?

"Hurry up, don't dawdle." The voice behind her urged again. Jiang Xuanmo had never heard this voice before. Suddenly, as if remembering something, she said uncertainly, "Chen Fang?"

"You managed to guess that, you pass, you little slut." A peasant woman's voice rang out, and she gently patted Jiang Xuanmo's hand, which was adorned with a gold ring.

Jiang Xuanmo felt a sense of relief, her legs weak as she walked forward. If she hadn't had that quick thinking, something terrible might have happened. She had seen the case files of the mountain village massacre, and even the photos of the twenty corpses.

She was wearing thin clothes, so she could feel that the deceased behind her was wearing something on her hand. Among the twenty corpses, including Ma Yaoyao and eight other female corpses, only one was wearing a ring on her hand, and that was Chen Fang.

The circling continued until it finally reached Lu Li. The hands were equally cold, the tone of voice indistinct, only the bone-chilling coldness remained unchanged. "Brother, guess who I am?"

"Zhao Guang," Lu Li said directly. The body was found in the outhouse, and the smell was still there, so it wasn't too difficult to guess. All ten people had given their names before, and after they did, Lu Li went through all their files and simply guessed based on their characteristics.

Then came another round. Chen Qiao, for some reason, could always guess the answer easily, and Lin Tong was the same, coldly stating the name directly. The most nervous of the four was Jiang Xuanmo. Although she had seen the file, she was lucky to remember one or two points, let alone the whole thing.

"Zhao Dongxue." Jiang Xuanmo felt a gentle pat and immediately thought she had escaped a disaster. Zhao Dongxue was born with six fingers, which is a relatively rare phenomenon, which is why it caught her attention. Otherwise, she really wouldn't have remembered him.

It was Lu Li's turn again. The person behind him didn't speak, nor did they put their hand on his shoulder, but the bone-chilling coldness remained unchanged. No distinguishing features were revealed. It seemed that these dead had begun to learn to be smarter.

All the information about the deceased circulated in Lu Li's mind. Recalling the order in which the deceased had registered, Lu Li quickly discovered the pattern, making things much simpler. Lu Li directly read out the name of the person behind him.

"These people are listed in order of their deaths. Zhao Li, who died first, was the first to register, followed by Zhao Guang, then Ma Yaoyao..." Lu Li arranged the order of the deceased. Based on the previous registration order, he could see that each time a deceased person patted a living person on the shoulder, they would skip over that living person. Therefore, every deceased person he patted was the same person who had just patted him.

"So, the three of us are safe now. The problem now is Jiang Xuanmo, right?" A sense of understanding flashed through Lu Li. Judging from the situation, Jiang Xuanmo only remembered some distinctive features of the deceased and didn't care about the time of death at all.

"If this continues, something bad will happen sooner or later. Should we remind her?" Lu Li shook his head. The deceased was still following the rules. If he spoke up and disrupted them, things would most likely become more complicated. Leaving her to die was the best option.

Finally, a cold, featureless hand landed on Jiang Xuanmo's shoulder again, awaiting her answer.