TSM Chapter 67

Shí Yánsheng felt like he’d been struck by lightning. The stuttering man regained hope, looking at Shí Yánsheng’s unsightly expression with innocent eyes, earnestly asking, “Y-y-you… you are… are a w-w-werewolf?”

Shí Yánsheng looked clearly lost, glancing around helplessly. Even if he was filled with regret, it was too late to turn back. For the sake of his pride, he forced a smile, “Yeah, I’m a werewolf.” He spoke words that only the stuttering man believed.

“Idiot!” Shí Jiǎnbái rolled his eyes, tossing the shotgun he’d snatched back to the stuttering man, and left the graveyard on his own.

…

“We found it by digging outside a graveyard. Seventeen graves, the names of the eliminated players will be engraved on the tombstones, it’s gloomy and quite scary. As we saw, there are five shotguns in total.” Luó Xiàngyuǎn began to explain the origin of their shotguns in detail.

Then, after the two players holding the rs460 crossbows exchanged glances, the female player spoke, “We found them in the swamp. The swamp was filled with the stench of dead fish. I swear I’ve never seen so many dead fish in my life, I vomited more than once. The crossbow was in a pile of skulls opposite the swamp.”

“This… I really haven’t heard of adding NPCs. This game’s selling point is the isolated island style, besides us, there shouldn’t be anyone else.”

“But I clearly saw them! Otherwise, where did my two guns come from?”

“Fine, I won’t argue with you.” Luó Xiàngyuǎn looked at the serious-faced person in the corner, “Old Huáng, how did you get your gun?”

“I…we… found it in the well.” Huáng Tíngguǎng stammered.

“Just like that?”

“Yes…”

“Explain what the broadcast said about being eliminated.” Zuǒ Yú changed the subject, his eyes sharply scanning everyone.

In order not to expose their identities, Shí Yánsheng and the stuttering man remained silent with great understanding, neither daring to speak. Coincidentally, Luó Xiàngyuǎn helped them out, “Féng Zhuó was eliminated by Sòng Yīlíng, and Sòng Yīlíng was eliminated by Shí Yánsheng.”

Shí Yánsheng glared at him. If looks could kill, Luó Xiàngyuǎn would probably have died a million times by now…

“Féng Zhuó and Sòng Yīlíng were both Hunters, but Sòng Yīlíng eliminated Féng Zhuó, causing Shí Yánsheng to believe that Sòng Yīlíng was the Wolf King. He then shot and eliminated Sòng Yīlíng with the mentality of ending the game, but he didn’t expect to eliminate the wrong person, so… Shí Yánsheng is the Hunter.” Xīn Zǐmò analyzed slowly and methodically.

…

Zuǒ Yú handed the 98K in his hand to Shí Jiǎnbái. Shí Jiǎnbái took it and immediately frowned, confirming what he thought in his heart with Zuǒ Yú’s gaze—this was a real gun…

“The eliminated people will live.” Zuǒ Yú revealed everything about the well, then guessed: “The ghost face NPCs that person saw are likely members of the Poker Gang, and what they were dragging in their hands was, not surprisingly, Lín Piānháo.”

“To find the people of the Poker Gang, we can only wait for someone to be eliminated, and we secretly wait for them to deal with the players.” Shí Jiǎnbái said, then pouted again and continued, “But how can we be sure who will be eliminated next? Where? The players won’t stay with us all the time either.”

“We can only maintain the status quo for now, I’ll follow one team, you follow another.”

“One more thing, I suspect Luó Xiàngyuǎn is the Headhunter, is it possible that he’s using poison?” Shí Jiǎnbái whispered in his ear.

“With his IQ, it’s very possible, I’ll go talk to him.” Zuǒ Yú said, nodding heavily, turning around and leaving.

“Ding-dong, someone is ringing the doorbell, who is outside turning pranks into a game…” A spooky melody sounded, and a mechanical voice came from the broadcast: “The Dawn Store and the self-service medical station will open simultaneously in fifteen minutes.”

Zuǒ Yú quickened his pace and called out to Huáng Tíngguǎng, together they found Luó Xiàngyuǎn who was walking towards the Dawn Store and intercepted him. Zuǒ Yú knew that now was the best time, because all the players who hadn’t gotten a drop of water were definitely waiting for the Dawn Store to open, and without anyone being injured, the medical station was the best place for Zuǒ Yú to have a conversation.

“Buddy, I’m thirsty to death even before the game is won!” Luó Xiàngyuǎn said, filled with longing as he looked at the Dawn Store within reach.

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