Killing Mart moved fast. He asked around and soon returned to tell everyone, "The one who died was a joker player."
"So a number-card player successfully exposed a joker player?" Zhao Xun's eyes lit up. "Then they got a blank card they could write any number on."
"Forget it." Killing Mart waved a hand. "That was my first thought when I heard, too. I was going to persuade him to join my team, but he'd already completed a team with some other people. He's filled in the number on his blank card, and it isn't 10."
As if to confirm his words, a ten-person team in the distance successfully assembled, and their figures gradually vanished.
"That guy sure moved fast." The [8] player clicked his tongue twice. "Looks like he had it planned out already."
He looked at Zhao Xun again.
If he could successfully expose a joker player, he would get a blank card too. Then every other team would be fighting over him.
But... he had no idea whether Zhao Xun was a joker player.
Just thinking about failing to expose him made him picture himself exploding, just like that joker player whose identity had been exposed.
The [8] player had barely reached that thought when another terrified scream rang out in the distance.
Another player had exploded into a mist of blood.
This time, they didn't even need to ask. The nearby players volunteered the information.
It was a number-card player. After seeing someone successfully expose a joker player, he had immediately been tempted and accused a player he had previously suspected.
His accusation failed. He was deemed to have failed the game and turned into a cloud of blood.
Goosebumps instantly rose all over the [8] player's body.
Forget it, forget it. I can't act rashly.