The people around them had not expected things to turn out like this either.
Who could have possibly seen this coming?
No one had expected the ruins to be like this. They might have explored many ruins before, but they had truly never encountered anything like this!
And judging by what had happened during the poetry-writing segment, they could believe that the strong expert of these ruins could easily kill them all in this round.
"Don't move!"
Zhou Kening shouted.
Then he said, "Obviously, the Assassin is among us. If we find and identify him, we can pass this round. So where is the Night Walker? Night Walker, where are you? You can come out and help us find this person."
No one spoke.
"Not coming out? Damn it!"
Zhou Kening secretly clenched his teeth.
He felt that this was fundamentally unfair.
The best performer would obtain the Profound Heaven Sacred Artifact. Clearly, the Assassin and Night Walker, two people with special identities, had the greatest chance of performing well.
It was like playing Werewolf. Weren't the identity cards the most important? How were ordinary villagers supposed to play?
So he was somewhat displeased.
Why should other people get the identity cards?
Ye Tianyi had thought the same at first.
But after considering it carefully, he realized it was not that simple.
From the Assassin's perspective, in the end, only he himself—or perhaps one or two of his companions—could survive. If they failed to find the Assassin, everyone else would die!
But thinking about it more carefully, wouldn't the Assassin be under enormous pressure?
As for the Night Walker, although the role was indeed special, the Night Walker merely had one additional ability. That ability was not especially overpowered either. Most importantly, the Night Walker had to avoid being discovered