Three violations: He killed the question (continued)

The eyeballs, their pupils oversized, slowly swiveled around.

Almost everyone shrank back. Only You Huo stayed where he was.

Not only did he not shrink back, he even seemed ready to stand up.

Yu Wen pressed him down, his face full of horror.

"No, no, no, I know you're all very shy. There's no need to volunteer," Hunter A said. "I'll choose. Food is hard to come by, so I need someone careful and steady. It would be such a shame if they broke a plate."

He moved his broad body into the living room, walking rather awkwardly because of his disproportionate build.

No one dared breathe as their gazes flicked toward a spot in the room.

In the corner, the deranged bald man had shrunk into the shadows. He seemed completely unaware that someone else had entered the room, still muttering to himself and rocking gently back and forth.

The only consolation was that Hunter A's attention was on the main group. He did not seem to have noticed the man sitting apart from them.

Just as Hunter A passed the bald man, someone in the crowd gave a frightened gasp.

"Hmm?"

Hunter A suddenly stopped and tilted his head.

"Fuck."

Yu Wen cried out under his breath.

Hunter A's head was tilted at a terrifying angle, his neck twisted farther than any normal person's could. Like an owl, he had turned his face sideways over his shoulder.

With his head still tilted, he spotted the bald man huddled at his feet.

"Ah... there's another guest here. How did I miss you? Let me have a look," Hunter A said.

His legs were so thick that he had great difficulty squatting down.

The bald man's eyes were cloudy, and he did not notice the huge white face that had appeared in front of him.

Displeased at being ignored, Hunter A pinched the bald man's chin and patted his face. "Wake up? My dear guest?"

He tried waking him twice, but failed.

Hunter A slapped him with a smack.

Everyone: "..."

The bald man jolted, and his eyes finally focused.

He widened his murky yellow eyes and stared silently at Hunter A.

Two seconds later, Hunter A's shoes were wet with urine.

Hunter A: "..."

The white face twitched, then split into a grin again. "I think this guest meets my requirements very nicely. Come, would you help me carry the basin?"

The bald man lay limp on the floor, utterly incapable of moving.

"Get up!" Hunter A stood and hauled the bald man to his feet.

The bald man trembled wildly.

"Stand up straight!"

Frightened into compliance, the bald man stood there quivering.

Hunter A smiled again. "See, that's a good guest. Follow me."

The bald man looked back at the crowd, but before anyone could respond, Hunter A said, "I want the other guests to stay where they are. If any of you moves, I'll be unhappy, and this guest will be in great danger."

Those who had been about to gesture to him silently withdrew. Too frightened to look back again, the bald man shakily followed Hunter A.

Hunter A had prepared the food roughly, leaving bits of meat splattered all over the kitchen.

Thirteen empty porcelain plates sat on the counter. The chopped meat filled a glass basin to the brim.

The meat was frozen hard, making it impossible to tell where it had come from at a glance. The rest had been thrown back into the sack, whose mouth was tightly tied shut.

Trembling like a leaf, the bald man glanced at the cleaver on the counter.

"What are you looking at, my dear guest?" Hunter A suddenly asked softly.

The bald man's legs went weak, and he hastily looked away.

"Ah, that's better." Hunter A placed two plates in his hands and said, "The plates might be a little heavy, and your legs are shaking so badly. Be very careful and walk steadily. If you accidentally drop one, then... we might have enough food."

The bald man was stunned with fear.

As he left the kitchen, Hunter A addressed everyone again. "Remember? You must be careful when you help me. Anyone who carelessly damages the tableware in this house will be punished. Hmm... you don't want to go hungry and become someone else's food, do you?"

Hearing this, everyone looked at the answer wall in unison.

There, immediately after the answer requirements, was a line: Do not damage the tableware.

They had originally thought the death toll for this question was one. They had never expected a trap to follow.

The bald man and Hunter A carried out the thirteen plates and arranged them around the long table, then placed the glass basin of meat in the center.

After setting down the last plate, the bald man let out a long breath of relief and slid down along the edge of the table, collapsing into a chair with his legs shaking.

"Don't!"

Someone cried out.

The bald man froze and looked at the crowd.

Old Yu was making faces and pointing at the answer wall.

The bald man hurriedly looked over.

When the question had been updated earlier, the bald man had just returned from solitary confinement. He had spent the entire time slumped in the corner, raving, and knew nothing about the change.

When he saw the words "Only twelve people can be invited to the banquet. One person is destined to die," his face went pale.

Who knew whether he had sat in the seat of the person who was going to die?

The bald man struggled to get up, but a pair of large hands pressed heavily on his shoulders.

Hunter A leaned close to his ear and said, "You've already chosen your seat. You can't change it now, and there's no use standing up. Let it go."

Those words, "let it go," made the bald man faint on the spot.

He sank into the chair and did not move again.

Hunter A sounded a little disappointed. "Oh... why did he faint? We've only just brought out the meat. There's still the wine."

They had not even started eating, and one person was already down.

Hunter A's eerie eyes turned toward the others again.

"I need another person to help me carry the wine glasses." He walked awkwardly toward the crowd again, mumbling, "Who should it be? I like children. Let's pick a child..."