Before Xia Yihui could respond, the familiar feeling of fatigue invaded the brain. He reacted quickly, his eyebrows sharpened, and he shouted: "Master Zhang, go on!"
Saying that, Xia Yihui raised his hand, and quickly threw out a small iron box glowing with silver light.
Zhang Qingyu reacted quickly, he put his hands in front of his face, just in time to catch the small iron box. He opened his hand and saw that it was the magazine that matched the gun in his hand.
The electronic speaker sounded.
[The player's current location: Werewolf killing turntable.]
[A total of four players participated in this round of the game.]
Whether you admit it or not, the priority now is to stay alive.
Xia Yihui knew better than anyone else. Now that he is precarious, how can he easily delay Zhang Qingyu's good time? He can't do such an irresponsible thing.
After adjusting himself in his heart, Xia Yihui slowly opened his eyes.
It was still the familiar roulette around, and it was completely dark. Listening to the electronic voice report just now, it seems that there are only four players left.
The barrage in the live broadcast room rolled quickly. At this moment, everyone was worried about the survival of the human camp.
Tonight is the last killing night of the Werewolf Killing Dungeon. Similarly, this is also the last game that determines the overall outcome.
Xia Yi suddenly raised his eyes, a trace of sternness flashed in his eyes.
Success or failure depends on this battle!
[Now, the game begins.]
[…]
[Please close your eyes when it gets dark.]
[Werewolf, please choose the target to hunt tonight.]
Li Bier was short of breath and looked a little decadent.
As a mental player, he really has never encountered such a miserable situation.
There are only three werewolves in total, one can't wait to give the enemy a head, and the other can't wait to deliver a courier to the enemy. In the end, he was left alone as a lonely old man fighting alone here.
The situation is too pessimistic. There are two gods left on the opposite side. It is no exaggeration to say that he will definitely lose in this fight. Now it is almost just a formality.
[Werewolf, please determine the target to hunt tonight as soon as possible.]
Perhaps because of hesitating for too long, the electronic voice began to urge.
Li Bier let out a long sigh, and wiped his face with his hand.
Forget it, he was very lucky to be able to get to this point. Even if he failed, Hao Lai still lost to Xia Yihui, not some pheasant. In this way, he can be regarded as a complete and honorable exit.
He was about to die, if he killed Zhang Qingyu before he died, maybe he could still become famous in one battle. Thinking of this, Li Bier laughed twice.
Seeing this, the audience in his live broadcast room smiled and teased him that his mentality is not bad, and he has the spirit of Ah Q.
Li Bier put his right hand on the side of the throne, his fingers circled twice on the button marked with '2', and was about to press it when there was a sudden pause.
"No!" Li Bier looked startled.
He seemed to be thinking of something different, muttering something to himself, looking at Xia Yihui for a while, looking at Zhang Qingyu for a while, and didn't make a decision for a long time.
It wasn't until the electronic voice urged him for the second time that Li Bier seemed to have finally made up his mind. He tremblingly moved his finger to another number, closed his eyes severely, and pressed down indiscriminately.
After a long delay, the roulette continued the game.
[Prophet, please open your eyes.]
[Prophet, please choose the person to check tonight.]
[The identity of a good person is to turn on the light, and the identity of a bad person is to turn off the light. His identity—]
[Prophet please close your eyes.]
[…]
[Hunter, please open your eyes.]
[…]
[Hunter, please close your eyes.]
Xia Yi frowned, feeling a little strange. He didn't know if he felt wrong or what, but he always felt that the prophet seemed to spend a little more time than the hunter.
This is so strange.
Logically speaking, now that the prophet and the hunter are dead, the electronic voice should only be asking routinely, and the time taken by the two should be the same.
It was pitch black all around, and Xia Yi knew that he couldn't do anything now, so instead of worrying about these things, it's better to let everything go.
Thinking of this, Xia Yihui calmed down, quietly waiting for the call from 'God'.
[Witch, please open your eyes.]
Suddenly, the area around the throne was bright, and this was the first time this murderous Ye Xia saw his surroundings clearly.
There were only four thrones left on the roulette wheel that was originally piled full. They are him on the first throne, Zhang Qingyu on the second throne, Jin Yuan on the third throne, and Li Bier on the tenth throne.
The four consecutive thrones seemed to be quite funny now, as if Xia Yihui's feng shui was better than the others.
Think about it, here you play with all the furniture, and over there, you will die if you die, and all the wheat will be poured, without exception... This must be down to grandma's house, right
Xia Yihui had Zhang Qingyu and Jin Yuan on his left, and Li Bier on his right. He observed the expressions of these three people separately through the gap between the electronic voice's words.
Needless to say, Jin Yuan, this little fat man hid from him all day. Xia Yihui also knew very well in his heart that in the last round of voting, Jin Yuan backed the water and voted for him as a wolf, and now he is probably afraid of seeing him.
It is worth noting that the little fat man still had a shrunken expression on his face, and shivered in the middle of the throne, looking harmless.
This reaction saw Xia Yihui frown more than once. He had long suspected that the little fat man had other intentions. At first he thought that Jin Yuan was pretending to be a chicken, but now it looked a little bit different.
Could it be that this little fat man has a dual personality
No longer thinking too much about Jin Yuan, Xia Yihui turned his head to the right and looked at Li Bier.
The latter was paralyzed on the throne, with his legs drooping, his head resting on the edge of the throne, and his eyes staring blankly at his shoes. Looking at it like this, it seems that whether it succeeds or fails, it has nothing to do with him.
"Garbage games destroy people's youth." Xia Yihui complained silently, "Look at how this game has poisoned foreigners. A good young man has turned into a bald head."
Even though the situation didn't allow it, the barrage still flashed a "so booming and in a trance" to save face, and I couldn't stop laughing.
Quickly passing the two of them, Xia Yihui finally set his sights on Zhang Qingyu beside him.
The Almighty is sitting on the throne right now, looking down at the palm of his hand.
Because of the angle, Xia Yi couldn't see clearly what was in his hand, but thinking about his toes, he knew that it must be the magazine he threw to him earlier.
Xia Yihui's heart shrank slightly, and he quickly looked away, as if evading, not daring to look again.
Doing so many small movements, in fact, the time in real life is only a few seconds.
The hard electronic sound sounded quickly.
[He was the one who died last night. The witch has a bottle of antidote. Do you want to save it?]
□□The pointer in the center made a 'clicking' sound, and the depression made people's hearts twitch.
Starting from Li Beer, the pointer swung across a large circle of empty space, then to Jin Yuan, and then to Zhang Qingyu.
When he reached Zhang Qingyu, Xia Yihui's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. At this time, even he himself couldn't figure out what he was thinking. He did want to live, but what he wanted was not to live on the premise of sacrificing Zhang Qingyu.
This is a very strange mood for Xia Yihui. No matter how long he fell asleep in the middle, his character was always there.
He has always been a very rational person. In the face of a big enemy, he never considers his personal interests, but the overall situation.
If sacrificing one person can bring back a group of people, then he is willing to sacrifice. Whether this 'one person' is himself, or someone else.
Xia Yihui has always held such values. Now that he meets Zhang Qingyu, the values that he has adhered to for many years suddenly start to waver and become illusory...
Xia Yihui was very conflicted in his heart, and this contradiction was directly brought up on his face. Fortunately, the attention of the audience in the live broadcast room is now on the roulette pointer, and no one has noticed his little thoughts.
Before he could think too deeply, he saw that the pointer slowly passed Zhang Qingyu, and turned to this side.
To be honest, when the pointer passed Zhang Qingyu, Xia Yihui breathed a sigh of relief, but he was half relieved, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the pointer turn towards him. Xia Yi regained consciousness suddenly, and began to get nervous again.
This emotional ups and downs made him turn pale, and many viewers in the live broadcast room could see it, but they didn't say much.
Oh my god, if you don't mention Xia, the person involved, even the onlookers like them are about to have a heart attack!
No matter how panicked the crowd was, the pointer still clicked and turned without any haste, and finally stopped abruptly in front of Xia Yihui, motionless.
The worst situation has come, and Li Bier finally chooses to kill Xia once.
In the werewolf killing dungeon, the last god... just fell.
Xia Yihui's brain is still a little dazed, and he has no antidote.
Even if there is an antidote, it can't be used, because this will kill Li Bier with poison. If the werewolves survived the final round, the human camp would still be destroyed.
So... is he going to die now
Thinking of this question, Xia Yihui was momentarily dumbfounded.
Before, he couldn't really feel death, and even at the critical moment, he didn't feel too much fear. Because at that time, there was too little room for him to think.
But now, the werewolf killing roulette is like a slow Ling Chi. He clearly knows that he will die, but there is nothing he can do. He can only watch himself stepping towards death step by step.
[The witch has a bottle of poison, do you want to poison it?]
Hearing the words of the electronic voice, Xia Yi was taken aback.
He thought that as soon as the electronic voice announced that the werewolf had killed him, he would die immediately. Because in a sense, the werewolf had killed the witch at night, and the witch no longer had the opportunity to use poison.
Now it seems that the development of things is not what he thought.
"Poison." Xia Yihui nodded affirmatively, "I choose the tenth position of poison Li Bier."
—He wants to see what kind of medicine is sold in the dungeon game gourd.
If on the last night, Li Bier killed him, the only god, and he poisoned Li Bier as a wolf with poison. One wolf and one god perish together, how can this count as victory or defeat
Could it be considered a draw
While Xia Yihui was thinking, the surrounding environment suddenly darkened. The witch's order is over, now is the time to wait for the verdict.
[Its daybreak.]
It was less than a few seconds after it went dark, and the surrounding environment brightened again. Not only Xia Yihui, but now other players can see the surrounding situation clearly.
There was a dead silence around, and no one dared to speak rashly.
The four players in the dungeon gathered together in the live broadcast room, and there were tens of millions of viewers. It was clearly a decisive round, but this time the refresh rate of the barrage was much slower than usual.
Everyone waited anxiously, and no one had the time to live stream the water barrage.
Under the eyes of everyone, the electronic voice spoke.
[Double death last night.]
guessed. Everyone thought to themselves, the most important thing now is who died last night.
Without too much fuss, the electronic voice continued.
[Player No. 1 Xia Yihui, Player No. 10 Li Bier.]
[Pour wheat.]
As soon as the electronic voice finished speaking, the huge microphone in front of Xia Yihui fell down in response, and Gululu rolled twice on the ground.
At the same moment, the microphone marked with the number 'ten' next to it also fell down with a 'bang', and had a close contact with Xia Yihui's microphone, and then slowly turned into fly ash from the edge.
The barrage in the live broadcast room was swiping very fast. At this moment, everyone seemed to have reacted to something, yelling frantically in front of the computer screen, and kept patting the computer screen with their palms.
"Fuck, fuck, so Xia Xia is dead 555555"
"Don't wow, I really like the way the anchor plays the game, my God, without the anchor, I don't want to pay attention to this weird escape game in the future."
"I feel a little uncomfortable. Although I know that Xia Xia will not really die... But I still feel uncomfortable. Oh my God, you are just jealous of Xia Xia's good looks! Hmph!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
"What the hell is it that you made your debut with your face? I was about to cry. When I saw this sentence, I laughed so hard that I was in a trance. Why don't you say that Xia Xia made her debut with her thick skin hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
In the dungeon, Jin Yuan's eyes were red, and there was obvious guilt on his face, as if he was about to cry in the next second.
Even though he knew Xia Yi couldn't hear him, he still opened his mouth and sobbed, "Brother Xia, I'm sorry."
As soon as the words were finished, Jin Yuan felt a cold gaze from the side, he turned his head to look, and happened to meet Zhang Qingyu's deadly eyes.
The little fat man trembled in fright, and forcefully held back his tears. He turned his face away, only to feel a burning pain on his face.
Yes, what right does he have to cry for Xia once? Although he is not the chief culprit, he is also involved in this, and the bigger reason is that he sits idly by.
Logically speaking, he didn't deserve to cry.
On the other hand, to put it inappropriately, Xia Yihui is in a better mood at this time, and he looks more cheerful than Li Bier.
His first reaction was to be thankful, fortunately, he hadn't had time to respond to Zhang Qingyu just now.
Ten years ago, he had already dumped the master once, and even fell into a coma. If it happens again in ten years, it will be upgraded to death escape in the end, let alone Zhang Qingyu, if this is replaced by himself... I think it will explode when I think about it.
After rejoicing, Xia Yi took a deep breath. If the guess is correct, there should be a follow-up to the electronic sound. As analyzed before, both the wolf and the god are dead, and the game has a very small chance of being a draw, so here is a paradox.
He is still betting now that there will be other variables. Otherwise, the game is directly stuck with a bug, and there is no way to tell the winner.
When death was approaching, not only did he not panic, but he was calmer than others. After doing some mental construction, Xia Yi looked up at Zhang Qingyu.
At that time Zhang Qingyu was also looking at him.
Xia Yihui thought a lot about Zhang Qingyu's reaction at this time, but when he really looked over, he only saw a pair of clear eyes.
Zhang Qingyu was looking at him, his clear eyes were slightly worried.
Xia Yi cast a smiling wink at Zhang Qingyu without shame, the latter immediately turned his gaze away, paused, and then looked back firmly.
Xia Yihui was taken aback, thinking that Zhang Qingyu's armor had finally evolved under his tireless harassment and nagging. Did his winking eyes degenerate, or did Zhang Qingyu's ability to resist coquettishness increase
When the two looked at each other, an electronic sound sounded at the right time.
[This round of werewolf killing, all werewolves are wiped out, leaving only one god.]
[Human camp... Victory!]
The live broadcast room was stunned for a moment. The bullet screen that was overwhelming the mourning just now disappeared, replaced by question marks all over the screen.
Xia Yihui slowly hooked his lips, as if he wasn't too surprised, he even had time to blow a kiss to Zhang Qingyu.
After shaking his head, he was satisfied to see Zhang Qingyu look away with a stiff face, and Xia Yihui sat up straight.
"It's so novel, I've only heard of the cowardly wolf." He half propped his chin, and smiled lazily at Jin Yuan: "This is really the first time I've seen the cowardly prophet."