Chapter 102: Snowstorm and Long Night

The words [Grave Keeper] in his hand disappeared.

An Wu Jiu thought that this was a position among the twelve priests, but the next second, the Holy Voice appeared in his mind, it was just a little more ethereal than usual, obviously only he could hear it.

[The gravekeeper is one of the four priests among the twelve priests, congratulations on obtaining the status of the gravekeeper, please keep your mouth shut. The four cultists know each other’s identities and fight together, so please protect yourself by observing and speaking Find priests and common priests, and join them.

Your function is to start from the second night. Every night, you will know whether the player who was sacrificed by the referendum during the previous day has a good or bad card, but you cannot verify the specific identity of the deceased. ]

This ability...

An Wu Jiu can't say good or bad at the moment, it just doesn't seem like he has a strong ability, he can't take the initiative to attack, he can't protect himself, he can't even prove his identity, if the person sacrificed the day before was a good person, he would still It can only be said in the daytime of the second day, which is time-consuming and will inevitably reveal the identity.

Indeed, as the Holy Voice said, this card needs to protect itself, and even beware of being dressed by a cultist and posing as an identity to push him out.

An Wu Jiu listened and looked at the others, feeling that they were listening to the Holy Voice to describe their identities and abilities.

[Now to introduce you to other identities. There are four priests: the prophet, the witch, the hunter and the tomb keeper.

Among them, the prophet can check a player every night and know whether it is a good person or a bad person;

The witch has a bottle of poison and a bottle of antidote. The witch can learn about the dead player that night and choose whether to prescribe the antidote to save people, or choose a surviving player to prescribe the poison. The witch cannot save herself, and after using the antidote, she cannot know the death situation at night, but if she dies, she can be informed;

Hunters can choose to activate skills during the daytime referendum sacrifice or when they are killed by cultists at night, shoot and take away a player, and cannot activate skills when poisoned by witches.

In addition to the priests, there are three wolf cultists and a gargoyle among the twelve priests.

The three wolf cultists can meet each other on the night of the blood moon and jointly choose to kill any player on the field. They do not have any special marks, just like ordinary priests.

Gargoyle is a special wolf cultist. He and the other three wolf cultists do not meet at night, that is, the wolf cultists do not know which player the gargoyle is.

The gargoyle can select any player on the field at night and directly check the specific identity, such as checking a certain player, the result is "witch" or "civilian" and so on. Please note that before the death of the other three wolf followers, the gargoyle has no ability to kill. After all teammates die, the gargoyle can kill with a knife.

Among the twelve priests, there are four civilians. The civilians have no special skills. During the morning sacrifice during the day, they can discuss with other players on the field to select the chief priest of the day. Under the leadership of the chief priest, the players who should be sacrificed will be voted. .

Identity explained.

During the day, all players surviving on the field conduct a morning sacrifice referendum, select one as a sacrifice, and you can freely use the rest of the time.

At night, the cultists kill, and the remaining eight priests will sacrifice their eyes in exchange for the power of the gods, so at night all the good people will lose their sight and cannot see the werewolf's movements, but the freedom of movement is not restricted, so will the priests, but the priests They can use skills by interacting with the holy sound, among which, the tomb keeper can follow the guidance of the gods to the sacrifice cemetery.

If the werewolf cultists die first, then the good guys will win. If the werewolves kill all the priests and sacrifice all the priests or all the civilians, the cultists will win.

The winning team will become all survivors, and players who died in the previous rounds can also be resurrected.

The dead player of the losing side is declared dead after the game is over, and the losing player who is still alive after the game is over is eliminated without death.

The above are the main rules of the Blood Moon Rite, the details will appear when the player triggers it. ]

After listening to the general rules, An Wu Jiu probably understood the mechanics of this game.

Shen Ti walked towards him and took his shoulder habitually, "You look serious."

An Wujiu said in a low voice, "I was just thinking, this time the team competition is a dark team, what if we are divided into different camps?"

It's not just a dark team that can't see the situation clearly, but also a situation that is dying one by one. There is a good chance that he will either die on the first night, or survive and watch one of his companions be sacrificed and killed.

These are situations beyond his control.

worst...

"The worst is that we are in different camps and are enemies." Shen Ti smiled, his tone was terribly relaxed, "The rules do not allow us to exchange identities, if you think we are not on the same side, then find a way to kill me and offer sacrifices. sacrifice to me."

He giggled and didn't look like he cared about losing or winning, or his own life or death.

"As long as you win." Shen Ti was careless, and there was even a smile in his voice.

After he finished speaking, he did not hear An Wujiu's response. An Wu Jiu looked very silent, not saying a word.

Although he is such a quiet person most of the time, Shen Ti suddenly felt something was wrong and was about to continue to say something when An Wujiu grabbed his wrist and pulled him through the passage behind the stone screen, Going forward, found a room at random, pushed open the door, and dragged him in without saying a word.

Shen Ti didn't calm down for a while, so he planned to take it to the door first to be on the safe side, but the next second, he was forced to the door by An Wujiu.

The blood-red moonlight outside the window cast in from the corner of the window lattice, hitting An Wu Jiu's side neck, and the oil lamp hanging by the door illuminated An Wu Jiu's face.

He was even more serious than before, holding Shen Ti's wrist.

Shen Ti didn't know where he said the wrong thing. He often said the wrong thing at the beginning, but now he should be very comfortable.

"I……"

"Do you think I'll be happy like this?" An Wu Jiu took the lead and cut off his words.

Shen Ti frowned.

An Wu Jiu's face is always expressionless, and it is rare to have a hint of emotion that cannot be concealed, "Even if it is from a different faction, do I need you to sacrifice for me? Do you think you are killed, will I be happy?"

Two groups of warm yellow lights were reflected in his pupils, very bright and moving.

Shen Ti couldn't help lowering his head, kissed his eyes, then put his arms around his waist and pressed his forehead to his forehead.

"I just want you to win, nothing else."

An Wujiu was originally a little angry, but when he heard that Shen Ti didn't care about his life so much, he joked about letting An Wujiu step on his corpse to win, he couldn't accept it at all.

"Don't be mad at me, okay?" Shen Ti kissed the bridge of his nose, tilted his head again, and pecked An Wujiu's lips lightly, "I said the wrong thing."

An Wu Jiu is really reluctant to be angry, hearing this sentence, even more reluctant.

What is wrong with Shen Ti, An Wujiu thought, maybe few people would be willing to sacrifice for him.

An Wu Jiu let go of his hand, lowered his eyes, and finally raised his hand to touch Shen Ti's cheek, "No, it was I who got emotional all of a sudden."

In the dimly lit room, Shen Ti could feel the warmth from An Wu Jiu's body. It made him feel at ease. An Wujiu is really a strange person, no one has ever cared about the lives of others at the altar, only An Wujiu would ask him not to seek death and refuse him to say anything about giving up on himself.

It was he who loved An Wugui in the wrong way.

Shen Ti hugged An Wujiu with both hands, lowered his head, resting on An Wujiu's shoulder, still joking.

"You also get emotional sometimes."

His voice was muffled, as if it was snowing heavily outside.

"Of course I have, I am human too." An Wu Jiu hugged his back, his fingers could feel Shen Ti's bulging spine when he bent slightly, which made him feel a little more real.

"Shen Ti, you are more cruel than me."

Shen Ti thought so too.

Except for An Wujiu's life, he actually didn't care that much about everyone, including himself.

Suddenly, he heard An Wujiu say, "I have already lost a lot, and I don't even remember that I lost it. When I think about it again, it's the second time."

He knew that Shen Ti might not understand, and many people couldn't understand.

An Wu Jiu seems to be at ease and has a good plan, but he is actually a high-rise building whose foundation has been evacuated a little bit, and it is in danger, it may collapse tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Shen Ti is already one of the few pillars that are stuck in the foundation to support him.

"I can not lose you."

It was at this moment that Shen Ti seemed to hear the sound of his heartbeat, a click, a click, which he had never felt before.

He understood that he was indeed that important, and that his life was indeed tied to An Wujiao's heart.

"it is good."

Shen Ti turned his head sideways, his lips touched An Wujiu's warm side neck.

"I listen to you."

He found that he was not enough, that he had not learned enough.

Sometimes when faced with An Wu Jiu, it seems like there is no teacher to teach him, but sometimes he finds out that he is actually not expressing his meaning, just like an alien creature trying to integrate into the earth, no matter how much he learns, he will reveal his secrets.

But Shen Ti thought, no matter what, they are in the same mind, and he didn't even need to touch his fingers, he could understand An Wu Jiu the first time he saw him.

An Wu Jiu was destined to be his.

The two leaned quietly for a while, like two intertwined trees, trying to grow for each other in a place lacking sunlight. Gradually, the branches at the top of the trees climbed together, and the roots at the bottom were also tangled.

It was not until An Wu Jiu heard the new footsteps and became alert for a moment, this hugging posture changed slightly.

The visitors sounded like Todo Sakura and Matsuura Mori.

"Hey? What's the number on this door?"

"This number is written... It seems to be 7, it should be Mr. Shen's room."

"Ah, this is where Shen Ti lives, right? Then I'm number three, you're number 12, you should be the innermost one, my room may be in the corridor on the left."

"Miss Tengtang, I'll take you to your room first."

"Really? Thank you, you are such a gentleman."

Hearing the footsteps of the two walking away, Shen Ti chuckled lightly, "You're pretty good at finding it, and you just broke into my room without looking at the house number. It's really me..."

"Don't talk nonsense." An Wu Jiu had already predicted what he was going to say, so he stopped him first.

It's not that don't like it, just feel too ashamed.

"Don't you like it? I see that many people like that name, otherwise what would I call you?" Shen Ti put his arms around An Wujiu's waist and stepped back, "Darling? Baby? Baby?"

"You really..." An Wu Jiu was about to scold him, but suddenly he couldn't see anything in front of him, as if someone had suddenly turned off the lights and fell into the boundless darkness.

But this is not right, he can't even see the red moonlight of the blood moon.

An Wu Jiu thought of the "give your eyes" that was put forward by the altar just now, and his heart became clear.

Really lost my eyesight.

But there was a red line in front of him, like an arrow, pointing to the door they were facing.

Is this the so-called cemetery guideline of the gravekeeper?

Shen Ti didn't give him room to think further, his hand still wrapped around his lower back, forcing him to step back, "What am I really?"

Stepping back, An Wu Jiu's legs hit the bed unexpectedly, and after walking for a while, Shen Ti pushed him directly onto the bed.

"nothing."

"real?"

An Wujiu has no vision and can only feel Shen Ti's hand undoing the tie of the cloak in front of his neck, the neckline of the robe is very wide, it touched the cold air and brushed by Shen Ti's fingers again, as if it was rising. a thin layer of electricity.

Probably because nothing could be seen at the moment, the hearing and touch became clearer. The sound of Shen Ti's breathing was right in front of him, mixed with the wind and snow whistling outside the window.

Shen Ti must be facing his face, he could even feel their lips rubbing slightly, not kissing.

"It's snowing a lot outside, it's so cold."

Shen Ti said the most ordinary words with the most ambiguous gesture, his fingertips wrote his name on An Wujiu's exposed collarbone.

"Why don't you stay tonight, the quilt for the two of you should be warmer."

"I have a low body temperature and can't be your heater."

An Wu Jiu didn't mean to let him flirt, but his fingers grabbed the sheets unconsciously, as if he wanted to hold something in the floating darkness.

"Of course you can't just lie down, do something to warm up, don't you?"

Shen Ti's fingers were inserted between An Wujiu's hair, and then lightly brushed his auricles, plucking without concealment.

An Wu Jiu's heart was beating very fast, he wanted to know why this person was able to do so with ease, as if he didn't need these eyes at all.

Or is he a wolf, a cultist.

"Maybe one of us will die tomorrow... Don't you think it's a pity?" Shen Ti was like a snake, clinging to An Wujiu's heart, evoking the desire buried deep within it.

"Will it be?" An Wujiu didn't want to be manipulated by him like this, trying to turn against the guest, so he chuckled, "What if you were a cultist?"

Shen Ti laughed, An Wu Jiu lost his eyes only to realize that Shen Ti's laughter was a little evil. If he can see at this moment, this handsome face must look very like a murderer, reflecting the scarlet light of the blood moon.

"Wouldn't that be better?"

"Spent the spring night first, then kill people, it's more exciting."