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Chapter 123 Borrowing a knife to kill
Chapter 123 Borrowing a knife to kill
The blood moon gradually climbed, getting bigger and bigger, full of psychedelic and huge oppression, dazzling.
An Wu Jiu and Shen Ti leaned against each other, their bodies were covered with a layer of scarlet moonlight, faint, like a whole piece of red tulle, like a wedding dress, which enveloped the lovers.
An Wujiu didn't know what punishment the altar would impose on him, but he didn't care either. It was not until he came to this game that he truly realized how terrible these so-called beliefs that manipulate human nature would bring.
From the time he entered the altar, the endless danger was already the lowest injury, the second trauma after recovering his memory, and the collapse of his faith.
He always thought that there was no so-called God in this world.
Even if there is, it shouldn't be.
What he's been through has almost reshaped him as a person. An Wujiu couldn't imagine what kind of person he would become if he remembered the things that had happened from the beginning to the end, if he hadn't met Shen Ti, and met anyone he thought was precious.
The snow had stopped, but the wind was very strong, An Wu Jiu covered Shen Ti's body with the cloak left by Nan Shan, he was different from everyone else, even if he had already been sacrificed, his eyes closed. Seems to just fall asleep.
An Wu Jiu is actually not afraid of the outcome of this game.
From when Shen Ti recognized himself as a gargoyle, An Wujiu knew that he was actually lying.
He was not a gargoyle at all, and he had guessed the identity of his grave keeper from day one.
At that time, An Wujiu was still a little hesitant about Shen Ti's identity, he felt that Shen Ti could be seen at night, but Shen Ti's first speech during the day dispelled An Wujiu's suspicion, not because of him Not like a gargoyle, precisely because he acts so much like him.
Shen Ti kept sending messages to the wolves, saying that he didn't know wolves, and he confused the water to other people, especially the civilian identity, as if the gargoyle was talking to his wolf teammates. , "I tested An Wugui, he is a civilian."
But on the last day, there was a discrepancy between what he said and his performance. He gave An Wu Jiu the identity of a civilian, but the first night of the report was Matsuura Mori. This was probably Shen Ti's deliberate omission, just to let him know his identity.
If he was really a gargoyle, he would definitely not jump out today.
From the first day, Shen Ti had already prepared the foreshadowing of the jumping gargoyle, An Wujiu thought, if it wasn't for the fact that he was a priest who couldn't prove himself, a person like him who doesn't care about winning or losing, life or death, would not be like this Well planned.
Today's death was already in Shen Ti's plan.
And he, with overconfidence, was extremely certain that he had found a way to crack the game, believing that he would be able to pardon this sacrifice, so he went with the flow, agreed with Shen Ti's deception, and personally voted him out.
But he was too conceited.
An Wu Jiu is not afraid of winning or losing this game at all, because he is sure that Shen Ti and him are in the same camp, even if he really loses, he will not regret it, he is ready to go with Shen Ti.
But he was more worried about winning.
At this moment, An Wujiu suddenly understood the words that he often heard when entering the altar—survival is only temporary, death is eternal life.
Temporary survival will only make An Wujiu constantly worry about whether Shen Ti will leave him one day and disappear into this world. He is not a human in the first place, what can An Wujiu do to keep him?
He once believed that all problems in the world have solutions, only Shen Ti.
At a certain moment, An Wujiu also thought negatively, it would be better to die together, no longer need to be afraid of his disappearance.
He gradually lost his sight. Shen Ti's face, together with the red earth, An Wu Jiu couldn't see it.
In the ear is the warning of the Holy Voice.
"You have fouled now, An Wujiu."
An Wu Jiu turned a deaf ear, as if he couldn't hear anything.
"Even if you are here, if the werewolf decides to kill you and enters your room, you will die."
An Wu Jiu chuckled, "Is this your punishment?"
Shengyin said without emotion, "Tomorrow, until the end of the game, you will not be able to speak."
An Wujiu did not respond.
Tomorrow the situation will be clear, it doesn't matter whether he can speak or not.
"Now, please check the players who died in the twilight sacrifice."
An Wu Jiao did not act, but he still saw the answer he had already been sure of in the darkness.
[Player Shen Ti is a good person. ]
On the cold blood moon night, An Wu Jiu hugged his body that was colder than Xue and couldn't sleep all night.
It was already early morning when he opened his eyes again, An Wu Jiu dreamed intermittently all night of the indescribable scene before, that was another form of Shen Ti, or it was his real form.
He also dreamed that his father was planting trees in the glass house in the corner of the courtyard, using a kind of soil that was already rare. When he was young, he didn't understand anything, but he just patted the soil where his father planted flowers in a silly way, thinking that it would be possible to do so. Press harder.
He asked his father what kind of flower it was, and his father told him it was a peony.
[What a strange name, is it medicine? ]
[It is a very beautiful flower, it also has a name called Jiangli. A long time ago, when people who loved each other had to separate, they would pick a peony and give it to each other, expressing their farewell in this subtle way. ]
At that time, how could he understand it, he only knew that it was a beautiful flower, but he had never seen it bloom.
After the father died, the peony also died, so the mother did not take them with them when they moved. This has been the biggest regret in An Wu Jiu's heart for a long time.
He really wanted to see the peony flower once, and wanted to know how beautiful the parting flower described by his father was.
So in the many difficult nights that followed, he had the same dream, dreaming that his father's glasshouse was full of flowers, he didn't know the specific appearance, so it was always hazy, the only thing that was clear was his father's gentleness smiley face.
He said don't be afraid of separation.
At that time, An Wu Jiu didn't know how the peony flower appeared on his body, and he didn't have much thought to guess, because he had become an experiment, a set of data without freedom, the tattoo of the flower and any part of his body It was no different, all it brought to him was pain.
Only now did he realize that the flowers imprinted on his skin were Shen Ti's wish fulfilled for him.
Even though Shen Ti at that time didn't understand human nature at all and didn't understand what emotion was, just like An Wu Jiu when he was a child, what was yiyi shi farewell.
But he did it anyway, as if by nature.
An Wu Jiu woke up from the sarcophagus, Shen Ti's body disappeared, and he was alone in the cold coffin.
An Wu Jiu couldn't feel anything, his limbs and bones seemed to be completely frozen, it took a while before he recovered and was able to stand up from the inside.
When his feet stepped on the snow, even the sarcophagus disappeared, like all the sacrificed people before, disappeared without a trace.
The altar seems to be most aware of An Wujiu's inner fear, it knows that An Wujiu is not afraid of death, but only afraid of Shen Ti disappearing, so he did this deliberately.
An Wujiu went down the mountain in the dimly lit sky, unaware, let his instinct continue his actions. As Shengyin said last night, he did lose his voice and couldn't say a word. He returned to the temple before the discussion of the morning sacrifice began. The layers of stone steps were like a rugged ladder, and there was still the blood of the sacrificed on it, and even the snow could not cover it.
Standing in front of the statue behind the stone screen, An Wu Jiao thought quietly, he knew that this game was about to end, whether it was the first goal or the second goal, but his intuition always made him feel Something is missing.
Sheng Yin appeared and summoned them to enter the hall for discussion, the first one to come out was Wu You, his eyes lit up the first time he saw An Wu Jiu, and he hurriedly came to him.
"Brother Wu Jiu, are you alright?"
An Wu Jiu turned his face, saw the worry on Wu You's face, he nodded, he wanted to hide his injured arm, but then he thought, what else is good in himself, how can he cover it.
An Wujiu pointed at him with his lips, and then tried to speak to him, but couldn't make a sound.
Wu You immediately understood, "Are you punished?"
An Wujiu nodded.
"I've also been fined, and I didn't speak for two hours." Wu You lowered his head and looked at An Wujiu's hand, seeing how horrible his arm was, he wanted to exchange something to bandage, but An Wujiu stopped him.
He didn't think it was necessary, and it was over soon, and this point of life was enough for him to last until the end.
Wu You understood what he meant and watched An Wu Jiu keep looking at this stone statue, he thought for a while and asked, "Do you also think this stone statue is weird?"
An Wu Jiu turned his head to look at him and nodded.
He has always felt.
"Me too." Wu You said to him, "so when I went to the city people's house that day, I specifically asked if they knew the stone statues in the temple. It happened that the city people participated in the construction of the temple, he told I, this stone statue was carved by the high priest, and the reason why it is what it is now is because they think their god is all-encompassing, and everything in this world was created by God, so he is all things themselves."
An Wu Jiu nodded lightly, then pointed to Wu You at the stone screen.
"Oh yes, I specifically asked him why he used a stone wall to block the statue." Wu You repeated the man's words to him, "This is the decision of the high priest."
An Wu Jiu frowned slightly.
"After the high priest finished carving the statue, he ordered them to build a stone screen, saying that this would ensure that the god would not be disturbed without being worshipped by the crowd." Wu You frowned, "Anyway, I think this statement is quite ridiculous, and it doesn't seem like a plot that can be set up by the altar."
"This is probably a flaw that was deliberately exposed."
An Wu Jiu looked in the direction of the voice, it was Nan Shan.
"Are you okay?" He came over and asked An Wu Jiu.
An Wu Jiu nodded, but pointed to his throat and shook his head again.
Nan Shan knew that he was there when Wu You was punished.
Others also arrived in the hall one after another, just as the morning sacrifice was about to start, Shengyin informed them in advance that An Wujiu had lost his right to speak due to the foul.
Megan couldn't help showing a little joy on her face when she heard these words, after all, An Wu Jiu's strength is too strong, just his words might turn things around.
"Now, before starting the morning sacrifice discussion, let's announce the death last night for everyone."
An Wu Jiu caught a glimpse of Meghan's expression, it seemed that the knife last night should not have landed on his head.
Shengyin announced: "The one who died last night was: Player No. 11 Yang Ce."
Shen Ti's deception really worked. Not only did she deceive good people, but she also deceived the last bright wolf on the field, letting her end her teammates' lives with her own hands.
Yesterday's Yang Ce was very dissatisfied when Shen Ti got up from the gargoyle, and tried his best to suppress this dissatisfaction, but after a night, he seemed to have compromised and accepted the fact.
He looked at An Wujiu with regret, and there were thousands of emotions in his eyes.
An Wujiu also looked at him until the Holy Voice announced the end of his life.
"The deceased has no last words, please ask the middle priest to decide the order of speeches."
Yang Ce was dead, but he didn't activate any skills, which meant that the hunter identity Shen Ti gave him the night before was fake, and he wasn't a hunter at all.
An Wu Jiao naturally chose to speak from the right side of the deceased, which was Megan No. 5.
At this moment, Megan took a deep breath, her face was pale and pale with the blue hair, because Yang Ce was already dead, but the game wasn't over yet, maybe there really was a hidden grave keeper.
She knew that she was irrefutable, but because she had this hole card, Megan decided to argue.
"I'm not the last wolf, Shen Ti is a gargoyle, he got up in that place and made that suicidal speech, obviously trying to pull me into the water.
I don't know why the prophet killed me on the first day. I'm really a good person. Maybe Andrew tried to deceive me because he found out a good person and didn't want to report it? Otherwise, why would he give the divine scepter to number one when he died, and he only listened to An Wujiu's two rounds of speeches, so he believed that he must be a good person? If it is given to the wrong person, wouldn’t the loss of the good person be even greater? "
There was no reaction on An Wujiu's face, but he was a little surprised, Meghan's speech this round was actually quite provocative, but it was too late. If she has been emphasizing this since he got the divine scepter, maybe it can be made into a card that was swindled, not to mention that she still has the silver water of the witch, even though the witch who gave her the silver water is also a wolf.
If you do that, at least you won't be a bright wolf like you are now.
"I don't know if you can still recognize me at this point in time," Megan continued, "If I were really a wolf, I wouldn't have done what Shen Ti said last night, it's too direct. .
I doubt No. 9 now. I don't think it's easy for a little girl like Noah to come to the altar and pass so many levels. She can't paddle like this in this game, she seems to be invisible from beginning to end. This is not normal, so I suspect she is the last wolf. "
"The prophet is dead, the witch is dead, the grave keeper may be dead, and the game didn't end after Yang Ce's death, which means that there are still gods on the field, maybe there are three gods and one people, and Noah didn't show that he was in the first few rounds. If you have an identity, I will vote for her this round." Megan said, looking at the middle priest An Wujiu, "I hope the middle priest can consider what I said."
"I'm a good guy, I'll vote for Noah this round, it's over."
When it was Nan Shan's turn, he smiled as usual, but his smile was different from Zhou Yijue's, not the slightest cunning, but a little unreliable.
"Number Five is really too professional."
Nan Shan clasped her hands against each other, "If I were Miss Megan, I might not be able to hold back and admit defeat at this time, but she still plays so seriously, I really admire her."
Despite the compliments, Meghan's face was not at all bad.
"But timing is important."
Nan Shan originally wanted to say a Taoist proverb, but he felt that it was a bit ironic to talk about it in such a copy of a religious theme, so he gave up.
"There's nothing to say, I'll definitely vote for Miss Megan, too."
Wu You didn't have much to say, and said "gone" coldly, cherishing words like gold.
The right to speak came to Noah, and her immature face burst into a smile, as if she had heard a funny joke.
"Sister Megan, why did you think of looking for a scapegoat at this time?"
Noah's laughter was very crisp, and it looked particularly ethereal in the empty temple.
"I'm not a priest." She looked at Meghan with a pair of transparent eyes like glass beads, "You must be very scared now, because you believed what Shen Ti said yesterday and really thought Yang Ce was a hunter, so he killed him Yes. As a result, he died today, and he could neither activate his skills nor end the game. Seeing this result, Sister Megan, you should be very broken. "
"That's why I admire you very much for having the courage and determination to persevere. But unfortunately, Shen Ti is not a real gargoyle."
Noah brutally exposed the truth, "The real gargoyle, I think it's probably Uncle Yang Ce who died under your knife last night."
Megan's pupils swayed, her brows furrowed, her eyes full of disbelief.
"You have been deceived." Noah told her slowly, "Shen Ti pretended to be a gargoyle from the first day to deceive your trust, and when he found out the real gargoyle through his speech, he borrowed a knife to kill. "
"Actually, your Wolves have worked very hard and are very powerful." Noah recalled the previous experience, "Dare to choose suicide on the first night of such a dangerous game, there are only three teammates who clearly meet each other, and they know that Worrying about rescuing the gargoyle, the witch decides to commit suicide, and she plays a game with the witch, and successfully obtains a bottle of antidote. The wolf who committed suicide gets up in the morning and jumps to the prophet, tricking the witch out and letting the witch stand in line with the wolf foreshadowing.
Such a start is already very admirable, but it is a pity that a wolf was successfully killed in True Prophet, and the magic scepter was given. Ah yes. "
Noah said, putting his palm on his lips, as if whispering, "Sister Megan, I'll tell you another ghost story..."
Megan's hands began to tremble. She stared at Noah's innocent and lovely face, but felt that she was extremely cruel.
Noah said softly, "I don't think the gravekeeper is Zhou Yijue's brother." She rolled her eyes, "Who... I won't tell you."
"He jumped out of a grave guard, and was really recognized by the grave guard. He knew that he was blocking the sword for the grave guard. Let me say this, you should understand what kind of player the grave guard is. Killing the two gods, and the gargoyle, originally had a huge advantage, but unfortunately I was tricked by a fake tomb keeper, and then I was tricked by a fake gargoyle."
Noah smiled and scolded Meghan lightly.
"Damn liars, worse than bad guys."
Megan lowered her head like a lifeless plant.
An Wujiu felt that there was no need to use these words to stimulate Meghan, there was really not much time, Noah smiled and put his hands behind his back, "The middle priest can't speak, so I'll make it clear for brother Wujiu, today The game should be over here.”
She ended her speech, and it was An Wu Jiu's turn.
An Wu Jiu couldn't say, and didn't plan to say it, he raised his hand and compared him to number five.
Without a doubt, everyone voted for Meghan.
With stubborn tears in Meghan's eyes, An Wujiu walked over and gave her a hug before she left.
Megan finally fell into An Wu Jiao's arms.
"Game over, the good guys win."
Shengyin announced the result. After a game, most of the twelve people died, leaving only four people. The empty hall was extremely cold.
No one spoke. Noah put his hands behind his back and stared at Nanshan, "Brother Nanshan, you are not a hunter, are you?"
Nan Shan was a little surprised and smiled, "Why are you so smart?"
Wu Youdu felt unbelievable, "Are you a hunter? I thought Noah was."
Noah shrugged, "I only guessed that Brother Nanshan was a hunter after Shen Ti said that he was a commoner."
Nan Shan smiled and touched her head, "If you call me brother, you have to call him brother too."
Noah pouted.
"Is the game completely over this time?" Wu You asked, "Brother Wu Jiu also stopped the ritual yesterday and cancelled their ritual tradition."
Unexpectedly, Shengyin said: "The second goal of the game is not over yet, please continue to work hard. Since all the werewolves among the twelve priests have died, you only have fifteen minutes left to complete the finishing work."
Their momentary ease was also lost in the words of Shengyin.
"If the second goal is not completely achieved after fifteen minutes, it will be regarded as a failure, and all members of the good camp will become NPCs. All the werewolf camp will be regarded as dead."