TSM Chapter 66

A gust of cold wind suddenly rose, as if lonely souls and wild ghosts were wandering among the desolate, vast graves. The constant wailing sounds disturbed Shí Jiǎnbái and the others, making them irritable. They carefully counted, and there were exactly seventeen graves here, and only three of the seventeen tombstones had names engraved on them. The photos were exactly what they looked like when they were eliminated – tragic.

“This game is quite creepy…” Luó Xiàngyuǎn looked at the black and white photos, swallowed his saliva, and shivered, feeling cold all over.

He looked at Lín Zhèngháo’s black and white photo, feeling a little strange… The place where he fell wasn’t somewhere else, but their starting point, the private cottage.

The players instantly surrounded him. “Where is it?”

“It should be in this grave. Look at the placement of the shovel, it’s closest to this tombstone,” Lóng Qiányī analyzed logically.

“Then what are we waiting for? I’ll do it!” Luó Xiàngyuǎn was very enthusiastic, picked up the shovel, and started digging vigorously.

“Tsk, I knew we’d get rich,” Shí Jiǎnbái lightly licked his lips, looking like a hungry wolf, and directly reached into the coffin.

Inside the coffin were five S682 double-barreled shotguns. Shí Jiǎnbái weighed them in his hand, checking them repeatedly. Unfortunately… they were just props.

Shí Jiǎnbái laughed and took out a box of tranquilizer darts from the bottom. The S682 used a break-action loading method. He broke open the barrel, put in a tranquilizer dart, and handed it to the male player named Sòng Yīlíng, “It’s made quite realistically, they put in effort.”

“There are only five shotguns in total, how are we going to divide them among seven people?” The male player looked at them sinisterly, his eyes constantly glancing at the coffin, as if he would snatch them in the next second.

“Bang!” The tranquilizer dart exposed its needle and accurately pierced the female player’s neck. The female player stared at Sòng Yīlíng in disbelief. “Oops, I’m so sorry, it was a misfire!” Sòng Yīlíng shook the shotgun in his hand and smiled, using a distorted expression to continue saying incomprehensible words: “That way… there will only be six people left!”

The male player pounced on her, but before he could touch her, he fell to the ground. “Wow, it’s really so realistic, anyone who didn’t know would think he was really dead!” Sòng Yīlíng clapped her hands, her expression very exaggerated.

“You’re a Hunter?” Shí Yánsheng quickly pulled an S682 from the coffin, loaded a tranquilizer dart, and pointed it directly at Sòng Yīlíng, continuing to say in a panic, “Only the Wolf King would be so eager to kill!”

Sòng Yīlíng panicked instantly at being pointed at by the gun, and also raised the shotgun in her hand to aim at Shí Yánsheng. “I’m not the Wolf King! Didn’t I see Féng Zhuó’s expression just now?”

Shí Yánsheng glanced at Lóng Qiányī, anxiously persuading, “She eliminated someone in an uncertain situation just now, who can guarantee that she won’t attack us next? Qiányī, listen to me, go get a gun!”

Shí Jiǎnbái calmly took out the last shotgun from the coffin, put all the bullets into his pocket, and sharply scanned the others. The situation was still clear. Sòng Yīlíng’s identity was yet to be determined, Shí Yánsheng wanted to kill the Wolf King, so his identity was definitely Hunter, Lóng Qiányī’s identity was yet to be determined, the stuttering female player believed that Sòng Yīlíng was the Wolf King, so in order to protect her, she aimed her gun at Shí Yánsheng, so her identity was definitely Werewolf, and the fearful Luó Xiàngyuǎn… was the only one who wasn’t very interested in the shotgun, but pretended to be very enthusiastic about the props. Only those without security in their hands would do this, so his identity was most likely the Headhunter!

“I… I can’t… can’t trust… trust him… them!” The stuttering female player was very serious, her eyes staring at Shí Yánsheng without blinking.

While the stuttering male player was shocked, Shí Jiǎnbái took advantage of the situation to take away the shotgun first, failing to fire. Shí Yánsheng looked confident, and smiled at Shí Jiǎnbái, “I knew brother wouldn’t let anything happen to me!”

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