Although Zhang Qingyu's words were short, the amount of information was really too large, and Xia Yihui was so horrified that he didn't know how to answer the words for a while.
Many thoughts flashed through his mind at this moment.
If Zhang Qingyu was not a prophet, where did the real prophet go? Did he die a long time ago or... And, even more bizarre, why did Zhang Qingyu jump to the prophet
At the other end of the screen, countless viewers who were watching the live broadcast were also shocked by Zhang Qingyu's words.
From the beginning of the dungeon game, they have been squatting in Xia Yihui's live broadcast room. There are restrictions on dungeons, and they cannot change the live broadcast room midway, so they get the same amount of information as Xia Yihui.
In all fairness, if they were faced with such a situation, they would have died countless times.
In these people's minds, Xia Yihui has a quick brain on the one hand, and dares to fight hard on the other hand. There is also a seemingly inconspicuous factor, that is luck.
Take the third night of murder as an example. What Xia Yihui expected at the beginning was that Zhang Qingyu would trust him and vote for Li Bier when the votes returned.
Never expected to be so lucky, Zhang Qingyu was actually a prophet. On the first night, Qiao Fei, the hunter, was tested, and on the second night, it was Yin Wei, who happened to get Yin Wei's ticket.
It has to be said that Xia Yihui is simply shit luck, it sounds like even the entire dungeon is helping him.
Among the crowd, the little girl collecting the glass looked blank.
In her opinion, it is impossible for Zhang Qingyu to trust Xia Yihui for no reason.
The two have completely opposite personalities, and they are not on the same path at all. It would be nice not to become enemies that they hate, let alone friends.
But now the fact is that in order to prove Xia Yihui's innocence, Zhang Qingyu actually put on the prophet's vest and defended Xia Yihui.
The girl frowned, thinking of the rumors on the Internet for no reason, the rumors that she had sneered at before, but now that she thinks about it, every sentence...is actually realistic.
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Xia Yihui was astonished. He looked at the young man with elegant features and sighed, "You really believe that I'm not a werewolf? You actually jumped on the prophet."
Zhang Qingyu raised his fingertips, picked up the pieces on the chessboard one by one, put them back in place, and arranged them meticulously in the box.
Knowing that the person in front of him is a person who is used to pretending to be deaf and blind, Xia never forced him to talk, and changed the topic with a twitch of his lips.
"Tonight is the last killing night. Tomorrow is the official awards ceremony. We must kill all werewolves tonight."
At this time, Zhang Qingyu had already put the chess pieces back, and the chessboard had been placed aside.
Seeing that he didn't intend to open his mouth, Xia Yihui continued: "There are two wolves left, or one. Li Bier and Ma Lianshan both have huge wolves. When it gets dark, I will kill one with poison. It's daylight, and we vote for the other one."
Not expecting any reply, Xia Yihui slammed his mouth down, and was about to continue, when Zhang Qingyu suddenly spoke.
He raised his eyes lightly, his eyes were filled with tranquility, and his voice could not tell any personal feelings, it was just usual plain.
"Tonight, one of us will die."
Xia Yi was taken aback for a moment, pursed his lips and remained silent.
There was a dead silence in the room. The cold wind came in one after another outside the window, and the curtains were rolled up and danced continuously. The door of the bathroom slammed and rattled, the sound was quite annoying.
After a few seconds of silence, Xia Yi got up and closed the window. He leaned against the edge of the window and said, "You are right. The werewolf is not dead yet. He will kill a person when it gets dark. You and I are the same in their eyes." It is a god, and the possibility of death is much greater than that of Jin Yuan and Yin Wei."
Even so, Xia Yihui was very clear in his heart.
In the entire dungeon plot, he is like a card machine jumping up and down. First, he ran to Ma Lianshan to fill up the hatred value, and then in the werewolf killing roulette, he non-stop. exploded.
If you want a werewolf to choose between him and Zhang Qingyu, then you don't need to think too much about it. The werewolf will definitely stretch out the claws of love and justice to him, and then it will be like peeling an onion, layer by layer, layer by layer. peel him off...
Xia Yihui shuddered, calmed down for a while, and then shrugged pretending to be relaxed, "It's okay, stretching the head is a knife, isn't it also a knife to retract the head? It's a small problem, don't be nervous, anyway, in the end, only the human camp Victory, even the dead can be resurrected."
Zhang Qingyu shook his head and said, "That's not the problem."
Xia Yihui frowned and said, "Any more questions?"
Obviously already close to victory, Xia Yihui can almost see the dawn of victory not far away, as if he only needs to take a few steps forward, and this excruciating dungeon can be successfully concluded.
However, Zhang Qingyu's words at this time made his heart hang high, and he couldn't find a place for a long time. Is there anything else that he ignored
Xia Yi wobbled a few times, and then sat back on the chair. He propped his chin to look at Zhang Qingyu, but was suddenly taken aback.
Because they were both sitting on chairs, this might be the first time he and Zhang Qingyu were at eye level. Similarly, this was the first time Xia Yihui observed Zhang Qingyu's eyes from such an angle.
Looking into the black and white eyes of the other party, it is no exaggeration to say that it is like 720P has suddenly changed to 1080P, and the whole world has become high-definition.
The heart shrank, and the air seemed to become thicker.
Zhang Qingyu didn't notice the ambiguity at the moment, and directly opened her mouth to burst the pink bubble.
"There are two ways to end the wolf killing game of the werewolf killing game. One is to wipe out the entire werewolf army, and the other is... to wipe out the entire army of gods."
The moment Zhang Qingyu opened his mouth, Xia Yihui suddenly looked away. He would never admit that he lost his mind when he looked into a man's eyes!
Within five seconds, Xia Yi looked at Zhang Qingyu fiercely again, opened his mouth almost in disbelief, and gracefully spit out the two words that represented the essence of Huaguo culture.
"... damn it!!!"
Zhang Qingyu's face remained unchanged, giving Xia Yi enough time to react when he went back.
Xia Yihui stood up and paced back and forth, with rapid steps.
From the beginning to the end, he was thinking from the side of the human camp. From the perspective of the human camp, finding the werewolf and killing the werewolf would win. But if you look at it from a werewolf perspective, if you find God and kill God, you will win.
Now the hunter Jofi is dead, if there is a prophet in this round of the game, it is impossible to not show up now, so the prophet is likely to die at the beginning.
That is to say, now he is the only one left on the field who is a witch, and the others are either ordinary villagers or wolves. If the werewolf killed him tonight, the human camp would lose without waiting for the votes to return tomorrow.
Because the only god... game over in the fourth killing night.
After walking for a long time, Xia Yihui sat down on the seat and sighed: "It's all my fault that I had too much fun before, so I raised the hatred value so high. Now my death is not my fault, it has become ours. It's about seven people."
"There is a way." Zhang Qingyu's pleasant voice came.
Xia Yihui raised his head, "Speak."
Zhang Qingyu said: "We know that there is only one god left, but the werewolves don't know. They will choose between you and me to kill. The possibility of killing you is high because you offended them both so badly." .If I go to offend them more severely before tonight, their target will naturally be changed."
This is the first time Xia Yi heard Zhang Qingyu say such a long sentence. He was a little curious at first, but when he realized the meaning of Zhang Qingyu's words, he immediately froze, "You mean to beat them now, la Let them kill you on the fourth night of killing?"
"If you stretch out your head, it's also a slash if you retract your head. As long as the human camp wins, you can come back to life after death." Zhang Qingyu pursed his lips, and repeated the words Xia Yi used to comfort himself before in a straightforward manner. In this environment, it sounds a little funny.
Xia Yihui laughed heartlessly twice, and suddenly came back to his senses, "You want to die instead of me?"
Zhang Qingyu didn't speak, a soft look flashed in his eyes, and then disappeared quickly.
Xia Yi lost his nerve and failed to capture Zhang Qingyu's tenderness at that moment. He just waved his hands quickly, "No, this is not allowed."
Zhang Qingyu said patiently: "Why not?"
His eyes were crystal clear, as if covering something unspeakable.
He just looked at Xia Yihui quietly, like a traveler who was about to die of drought in the desert, and Xia Yihui's answer was the source of water that could renew his life.
Xia Yihui kept his mouth shut for a long time, but it was useless to answer for a long time.
He didn't know why it didn't work, he just felt that anyone could die or get injured, but Zhang Qingyu couldn't.
After thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with a reason, Xia Yihui simply made up a nonsense answer, and said it as if joking.
"Of course not. You are a great god, you can be alone if the sky falls. If something happens to you in the dungeon, I will feel that I have dragged you down."
After a pause, Xia Yihui added: "Besides, how do you fight them? During the day, unless there are special circumstances, which player will take the initiative to leave the room..."
Before he finished speaking, Xia Yihui's voice gradually became weaker and finally disappeared. He frowned, keenly feeling that something was wrong with Zhang Qingyu.
Zhang Qingyu had been staring at this side all the time, starting from Xia Yihui's first sentence, his eyes gradually dimmed, and finally he lowered his eyes and closed them, turning his face away as if he didn't want to hear any more.
A dying traveler in the desert longed for the sweet spring. Someone brought water, and he happily lifted the lid and swallowed it all in one gulp.
I thought that the hot throat would be cushioned, but I didn't expect that not only was there no cushion at all, but a mouthful of blood gushed out directly.
The 'water' Xia Yihui sent was not sweet spring, but poison.
What's even more frightening is that even if it's poison, as long as it is handed over by Xia Yihui, he will still enjoy it.
Zhang Qingyu tried his best to ignore the sharp pain deep in his heart, he should have gotten used to it a long time ago, he had gotten used to it ten years ago.
With a calm expression on his face, he said calmly, "The werewolves don't know that we have only one god left. From their point of view, no matter whether they kill you or me, the werewolves have no chance of killing roulette."
Xia Yi looked at Zhang Qingyu anxiously, he could feel that Zhang Qingyu seemed to be in a bad mood, but he didn't know where it came from, so he finally had to answer in frustration, "If I were a werewolf, I would go to bed during the day today. Kill at least one god in the plot."
At this point in the dialogue, the situation is already clear.
During the day today, Li Bier and Ma Lianshan will definitely take action to use the plot to facilitate the killing of gods. And what Xia Yihui, the witch, needs to do is to protect herself and let Zhang Qingyu, a false prophet, to sow hatred.
Xia Yihui's life must be saved, because when he died, the human camp would be over. Zhang Qingyu's life must also be saved, because in the roulette, he had to go back and die for Xia Yi.
Xia Yihui's face was extremely ugly. The feeling of being held down like a coward was extremely bad.
He didn't want to be a coward, and he didn't want Zhang Qingyu to risk his life, but right now, there seemed to be no better way than this way.
In this way... he would really feel that he owed Zhang Qingyu.
Just as I was about to say more, the sound of 'bang bang' hammering the door rang.
Xia was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly got up. Just now I was talking to Zhang Qingyu about Ma Lianshan and Li Bier, could it be that these two people are so anxious that they hit me right away
He took out the crossbow from the space, and just as he was about to load the arrow, he saw Zhang Qingyu draw out his gun from the corner of his eyes, and rushed to the door in three steps and two steps with long legs.
He walked quickly, and before the bow and arrow were loaded on one side, there was the sound of the door opening on the other side.
"Fuck!" Xia Yihui cursed, ignored the crossbow, took out a scalpel and rushed up, shouting loudly: "Don't hold hatred, let me do it!"
Stopping in the middle of the rush, Xia Yi looked dumbfounded at the ponytail outside the door.
Ponytail seemed to be taken aback as well. She looked at the knife in Xia Yihui's hand, and then at the gun in Zhang Qingyu's hand. Cosplay? Is this an officer and a doctor hahahaha... "
"Where is this imitation gun made? It looks so real, and it even has a silencer." Ponytail laughed and burst into tears, and touched the gun in Zhang Qingyu's hand boldly.
With a soft 'bang' sound, the broken hair around the ears of the ponytail rose, and the glass window behind him shattered.
She froze in place, her face was hot, and when she touched it, a thin line of blood ran across her face.
He looked up at Zhang Qingyu and Xia Yihui.
The former had an indifferent face and looked at her as if he was looking at a dead person. The latter turned the scalpel casually, and smiled helplessly and apologetically at her. With his bright face, he really looked like a crazy serial murderer.
She saw Xia Yi's beautiful thin lips slightly parted, and the words that came out were like demons crawling out of hell.
"You saw something you shouldn't have seen, so I'm sorry, we're going to...kill someone to silence you~"
"..."
The ponytailed smile froze on his face, and for a moment, the room was silent.