Chapter 125: Borrow a knife to kill

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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.

If there is, it shouldn't be.

What he's been through has almost reshaped him. 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 strong, An Wujiu covered Shen Ti's body with the cloak left by Nanshan, he was different from everyone, even if he had been sacrificed , but he closed his eyes as if he was just asleep.

An Wu Jiu is not afraid of the outcome of this game.

From when Shen Ti identified himself as a gargoyle, An Wujiu knew that he was lying.

He is not a gargoyle at all, and he has guessed the identity of his grave keeper from the first day.

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 Blameless suspicion, not because he doesn't look like a gargoyle, but because he looks too much like him.

Shen Ti kept sending messages to the Wolves, saying that he did not know wolves, and he made a mess of the identity of others, especially the identity of a civilian, like a stone statue The ghost was saying to his wolf teammates, "I tested An Wujiu, he is a civilian."

But on the last day, there was a discrepancy between what he said and his performance. He gave An Wujiu 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 really is a gargoyle, he will definitely not jump out today.

Since the first day, Shen Ti has prepared the foreshadowing of the jumping gargoyle. People who live and die will not plan so comprehensively.

Today's death was already in Shen Ti's plan.

And he, too confident, was extremely certain that he had found a way to crack the game, and believed that this sacrifice would be forgiven, so he went with the flow, agreed with Shen Ti's deception, and personally sent him Throw out.

But he was too conceited.

An Wujiu 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 has done a good job with Shen Ti Be prepared to go together.

But he was more worried about winning.

At this moment, An Wujiu suddenly understood the words he often heard when he entered 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 some point, An Wujiu also thought negatively, it would be better if they died together, no 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 my ears was the warning of the Holy Voice.

"You've fouled now, don't blame."

An Wujiu turned a deaf ear, as if she couldn't hear anything.

"Even if you are here, if the werewolf decides to kill you and enters your room, you will die."

An Wujiu chuckled, "This is your punishment?"

Sacred Voice said emotionlessly, "Tomorrow, until the end of the game, you won't be able to speak."

An Wu Jiao did not respond.

The situation will be clear tomorrow, he doesn't care whether he can speak or not.

"Now, please check the players who died in the Twilight Ritual."

An Wu Jiao did not act, but he still saw the answer he had already believed in the darkness.

[Player Shen Ti is a good person. ]

On the cold blood moon night, An Wu Jiu hugged her body that was colder than Xue and couldn't sleep all night.

He also dreamed of his father planting trees in a glass house in the corner of the courtyard, using a rare soil The soil of the flowers, I thought that would make it more compact.

He asked his father what 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. ]

How could he understand at that time, he only knew that this 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 following many difficult nights, 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 One piece, the only thing that is clear is the gentle smiling face of my father.

He said don't be afraid of separation.

At that time, An Wujiu didn't know how the peony flowers appeared on him, and he didn't have much thought to guess, because he had become an experiment, a set of data without freedom, the flowers The tattoo was no different from any part of his body, it only brought him pain.

Now he realized that the flowers imprinted on his skin were Shen Ti's wish fulfilled for him.

Although Shen Ti at that time did not understand human nature at all, and did not understand what emotion is, just like the childhood peace, what is goodbye.

But he did it anyway, as if by nature.

An Wujiu woke up from the sarcophagus, Shen Ti's body disappeared, and he was alone in the cold coffin.

An Wujiu couldn't feel anything, his limbs and bones seemed to be completely frozen, it took a while to recover and he could stand up from 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 the most aware of An Wu Jiao's inner fear, it knows that An Wu Jiao is not afraid of death, only afraid of Shen Ti disappearing, so he did this deliberately.

He descended the mountain in the dimly lit sky, An Wujiu was unconscious, and continued his actions by instinct. 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, thinking quietly, he knows that this game is about to end, whether it is the first goal or the second goal , but his intuition always made him feel like he was missing something.

The Holy Voice appeared and summoned them to enter the hall to discuss, the first one came out was Wu You, his eyes lit up the first time he saw An Wujiu, he hurriedly came to him .

"Brother Wu blame, are you alright?"

An Wujiu 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 him Yeah, how can you cover it up.

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 was also fined, and I didn't speak for two hours." Wu You looked down at An Wujiu's hand, seeing how horrible his arm was Blame stopped.

He didn't think it was necessary, it was over soon, and this little health was enough for him to last until the end.

Wu You understood what he meant, watching An Wu Jiu keep looking at this stone statue, he thought about it and asked, "Do you also think this stone statue is weird?"

An Wujiu looked at him sideways and nodded.

He always felt.

"Me too." Wu You said to him, "So when I went to the townsman's house that day, I specifically asked if they knew the stone statue in the temple. It happened that the townsman was Those who participated in the construction of the temple, he told me that the stone statue was carved by the high priest. He is everything itself."

An Wu Jiu nodded lightly and 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 Wujiu frowned slightly.

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"After the high priest finished carving the statue, he ordered them to build a stone screen, saying that this would ensure that the **** would not be disturbed by the worship of the people." Wu You finished He also frowned, "Anyway, I think this statement is quite ridiculous, and it doesn't seem like a plot that the altar can set up."

"This is probably a deliberate flaw."

An Wujiu looked in the direction of the voice, it was Nanshan.

"Are you okay?" He came over and asked An Wujiu.

An Wujiu 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 lost his right to speak due to a foul.

When Megan heard this, she couldn't help showing a little joy on her face, after all, An Wu Jiu's strength is too strong, just his speech may turn things around.

"Now, before starting the morning ritual discussion, let me announce the death of last night."

An Wujiu caught a glimpse of Meghan's expression, it seems that the knife last night should not fall on his head.

Sheng Yin 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, allowing her to end the lives of her teammates.

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 this fact.

He looked at An Wu Jiao 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 let the middle priest decide the order of speech."

Yang Ce died, but he did not activate any skills, which means that the hunter identity Shen Ti gave him the night before was fake, and he was not a hunter at all.

An Wujiu naturally chose to speak from the right side of the deceased, which is 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 dead, but the game is not over yet, maybe there really is one Hidden tomb keeper.

She knew that she was irrefutable, but because of 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.

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? "

An Wujiu had no reaction on his 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 recognize me at this point in time," Megan continued, "If I were really a wolf, I would not have directly followed what Shen Ti said last night. Just do it, 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, from start to finish It's like being invisible. This is not normal, so I suspect she is the last wolf. "

"The prophet is dead, the witch is dead, the gravekeeper may be dead, and the game did not end after Yang Ce's death, which means that there are still gods on the field, maybe three gods and one people, before Noah I haven't shown that I have an identity in several rounds, and 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."

"No.5 is really professional."

Nan Shan clasped her hands against each other, "If I were Miss Megan, I might not be able to hold back and give up at this time, but she still plays so seriously, I really admire it. ."

Despite the compliments, Meghan didn't look bad at all.

"But timing is important."

Nan Shan originally wanted to say a Taoist motto, but thought it would be ironic to talk about it in such a religious-themed copy, so he gave up.

"There is nothing to say, I will definitely vote for Miss Megan, too."

The right to speak came to Noah, and her immature face burst into a smile, as if she 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 Megan with a pair of transparent eyes like glass beads, "You must be very scared now, because you listened to Shen Ti's words yesterday and really thought that Yang Ce was a hunter, so he killed him. 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."

Meghan's pupils swayed, her brows furrowed, her eyes full of disbelief.

"You've been deceived." Noah told her slowly, "Shen Ti pretended to be a gargoyle from the first day, deceived your trust, and waited until he found out through his speech. A real gargoyle will kill with a knife."

"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, obviously meeting each other. There are only three teammates, and knowing that the witch will worry about resuscitating the gargoyle, she 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, deceiving the witch and letting the witch die. Ground station team wolf pre-.

This kind of start is already very admirable, but it is a pity that the True Prophet succeeded in killing a wolf and gave the right scepter. Ah yes. "

Noah said, putting his palm on his lips, as if whispering, "Sister Megan, I'll tell you another ghost story..."

Meghan'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 tomb keeper, and he was really recognized by the tomb keeper, knowing that he was blocking the knife for the cemetery keeper, I say this, you should understand the level of the tomb keeper It's a good player. The Wolves have killed two gods in a row, as well as the gargoyle. They had a huge advantage, but unfortunately they were tricked by a fake tomb keeper, and then tricked by a fake gargoyle."

Noah smiled and scolded Meghan lightly.

"Damn liars, worse than bad guys."

Meghan bowed her head like a lifeless plant.

An Wujiu felt that there was no need to use these words to stimulate Megan, and there was not much time, Noah smiled and put his hands behind his back, "The middle priest can't speak, so I will replace Brother Wu Jiu made it clear, today's game should end here."

She ended her speech, and it was An Wujiao's turn.

An Wujiu couldn't say, and didn't plan to say it, he raised his hand to compare number five.

Everyone voted for Megan without a doubt.

Meghan had stubborn tears in her eyes, An Wujiu walked over and gave her a hug before she left.

Meghan finally fell into the arms of An Wugui.

"Game over, good guys win."

The Holy Voice announced the result. After a game, most of the twelve people died, leaving only four people. The empty hall was extremely cold.

Everyone didn't speak, Noah put his hands behind his back and stared at Nanshan, "Brother Nanshan, you're not a hunter, are you?"

Nan Shan was a little surprised and smiled, "Why are you so smart?"

Wu You felt incredible, "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."

Who knew the holy voice said: "The second goal of the game is not over yet, please keep working hard, because all the werewolves in the twelve priests have died, you only have fifteen minutes left to complete Finishing work."

Their moment of 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. The werewolf camp will be regarded as dead."

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