The word [Gravekeeper] in his hand disappeared.
An Wujiu thought it was a position among the twelve priests, but in the next second, the holy voice appeared in his mind, but it was a little fainter than usual, obviously only he could hear it.
[The gravekeeper is one of the four priests among the twelve priests. Congratulations on obtaining the status of the gravekeeper. Please keep your mouth shut. The four cultists know each other’s identity and fight together, so please protect yourself. Through observation and speech Find the priests and ordinary priests, and advance and retreat with them.
Your function is to start from the second night. Every night, you will know whether the cards of the player who was sacrificed by the referendum during the day are good or bad, but you cannot check the specific identity of the deceased. ]
this ability...
An Wujiu couldn't say it was good or bad at the moment, it just didn't feel like he had a very strong ability, he couldn't take the initiative to attack, he couldn't protect himself, he couldn't even prove his identity, if the person who was sacrificed the day before was a good person, he would still It can only be said in the daytime of the next day, the timeliness is poor, and speaking out will inevitably expose the identity.
Indeed, as Shengyin said, this card needs to protect oneself, and even beware of being dressed by a cultist, pretending to be his identity and pushing him out.
While listening, An Wujiu looked at the others, feeling that they were also listening to the holy voice describing their identities and abilities.
[Now introduce you to other identities. There are four priests: prophet, witch, hunter and gravekeeper.
Among them, the prophet can check a player every night and know whether he is a good player or a bad player;
The witch has a bottle of poison and a bottle of antidote. The witch can know the dead player that night, and choose whether to prescribe the antidote to save people, or choose a surviving player to prescribe poison. Witches cannot save themselves. After using the antidote, they cannot know the circumstances of their death at night, but if they die, they can be informed;
Hunters can choose to activate their skills when they vote for sacrifices during the day or are killed by believers at night. They can shoot and take away a player, but they cannot activate their skills when they are poisoned by a witch.
In addition to the priest, there are three wolf card cultists and a gargoyle among the twelve priests.
Three Wolf Cultists can meet each other on a blood moon night and jointly choose to kill any player on the field. They don't have any special symbols, just like ordinary priests.
The gargoyle is a special wolf cultist. He and the other three wolf cultists do not meet at night, that is, the wolf cultists do not know which player the gargoyle is.
Gargoyle can choose any player on the field at night to directly check the specific identity, for example, check a certain player, and the result is "witch" or "civilian" and so on. Please note that the Gargoyle has no ability to kill until the other three Wolf Cultists die. After all teammates die, the Gargoyle can kill with a knife.
There are four civilians among the twelve priests. Commoners have no special skills. During the morning sacrifice during the day, they can discuss with other players on the field to choose the chief priest for this day, and under the leadership of the chief priest, vote for the players who should be sacrificed. .
The identity is explained.
During the day, all surviving players on the field conduct a referendum on the morning sacrifice, and select one as a sacrifice, and the rest of the time is at your disposal.
At night, the cultists kill people, and the remaining eight priests will offer their eyes in exchange for the power of God, so all good people will lose their eyesight at night and cannot see the actions of werewolves, but the freedom of movement is not restricted, and the same is true for priests, but priests They can use skills through the interaction with the holy voice. Among them, the gravekeeper can follow the guidance of God to the sacrifice cemetery.
On the spot, all the wolf cultists die first, and the good guys win. If the werewolves kill and sacrifice all the priests or all the civilians, the cultists win.
The winning team will all become survivors, and players who died in the previous rounds can also be resurrected.
The dead players on the losing side are declared dead after the game is over, and the players on the losing side who are still alive after the game are eliminated and will not die.
The above are the main rules of the Blood Moon Ritual, and the detailed rules will appear when the player triggers it. ]
After listening to the general rules, An Wujiu roughly understood the mechanism of the game.
Shen Ti walked towards him, habitually grabbed his shoulders, "You look very serious."
An Wujiu said in a low voice: "I was just thinking, this time the team competition is a dark team, what if we are divided into different camps?"
It's not just the dark team who can't see the situation clearly, but also the situation where they die one after another. Chances are he'll die on the first night, or survive to see one of his companions sacrificed and killed.
These are situations beyond his control.
worst...
"The worst is that we are in different camps, and we are enemies." Shen Ti smiled, his tone was terribly relaxed, "The rules do not allow us to exchange identities, if you think we are not on the same side, then find a way to kill me Sacrifice me."
He was laughing and laughing, and he didn't look like he cared about losing or winning, and didn't care about his own life or death at all.
"As long as you win." Shen Ti was careless, and there was even a hint of a smile in his voice.
After he finished speaking, he didn't hear An Wujiu's response. An Wujiu seemed very silent, not saying a word.
Even though he was such a quiet person most of the time, Shen Ti felt something was wrong all of a sudden, and was about to continue to say something when suddenly An Wujiu grabbed his wrist and pulled him through the passage behind the stone screen, All the way forward, he found a random room, pushed open the door, and dragged him in without saying a word.
Shen Ti didn't slow down for a while, and planned to close the door first to be on the safe side, but in the next second, he was forced to the door by An Wujiu.
The blood-red moonlight outside the window projected in from the corner of the window lattice, hitting An Wujiu's side neck, and the oil lamp hanging by the door illuminated An Wujiu's face.
He was more serious than before, still holding Shen Ti's wrist.
Shen Ti didn't know where he said the wrong thing, he often said the wrong thing in the beginning, but now he should be very comfortable.
"I… "
"Do you think I'll be happy this way?" An Wujiu preempted him and cut off his words.
Shen Ti frowned.
An Wujiu always had an expressionless face, and it was rare for him to show a trace of emotion that could not be concealed, "Even if we are in different camps, do I need you to sacrifice for me? Do you think I would be happy if you were killed?"
His pupils reflected two groups of warm yellow lights, very bright and very moving.
Shen Ti couldn't help lowering her head, kissed his eyes, then put her arms around his waist, and pressed her forehead against his.
"I just want you to win, nothing else."
An Wujiu was a bit angry at first, but when he heard that Shen Ti didn't care about his life so much, and jokingly said that An Wujiu would step on his corpse to win, he couldn't accept it at all.
"Don't be angry with me, okay?" Shen Ti kissed the bridge of his nose, then tilted his head, and lightly pecked An Wujiu's lips, "I said something wrong."
An Wujiu really couldn't bear to be angry, and after hearing this sentence, he was even more reluctant.
What is wrong with Shen Ti, An Wujiu thought, perhaps few people would be willing to sacrifice for him.
An Wujiu let go, lowered his eyes, and finally raised his hand to touch Shen Ti's cheek, "No, I got emotional all of a sudden."
In the dimly lit room, Shen Ti could feel the warmth from An Wujiu's body. It reassures him. An Wujiu is really a strange person, no one has ever cared about the life and death of others at the altar, only An Wujiu would ask him not to seek death, and refuse him to say anything about self-renunciation.
It was he who loved An Wugui in the wrong way.
Shen Ti hugged An Wujiu with both hands, lowered his head, resting on An Wujiu's shoulder, still joking.
"You also have moments when you get emotional."
His voice was muffled, as if it was snowing outside.
"Of course I will, I'm human too." An Wujiu hugged his back, fingers could touch Shen Ti's raised spine when he bent slightly, which made him feel a little more real.
"Shen Ti, you are much more cruel than me."
Shen Ti thought so too.
Except for An Wujiu's life, he actually doesn't care about everyone else, including himself.
Suddenly, he heard An Wujiu say again: "I have lost a lot, and I don't even remember that I lost it. When I think about it again, it is already the second time."
He knew that Shen Ti might not be able to understand it, and many people would not be able to understand it.
An Wujiu seems to be able to plan and plan with ease, but he is actually a tall building whose foundation has been emptied a little bit. It is in danger, it may collapse tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow.
Shen Ti is already one of the few pillars stuck in the foundation to support him.
"I can not lose you."
It was at this moment that Shen Ti seemed to hear the sound of his own heartbeat, one beat, one beat, never felt it before.
He understood that he was indeed so important, and that his life was indeed tied to An Wujiu's heart.
"good."
Shen Ti tilted his head, his lips touched An Wujiu's warm neck.
"I listen to you."
He found that he was not enough, that he had not learned enough.
Sometimes when facing An Wujiu, it seems that he has no teacher, but sometimes he finds that he is actually not expressing his meaning, like an alien creature trying to integrate into the earth, no matter how similar he is, he will reveal his truth.
But Shen Ti thinks, no matter what, they are in the same mind, they don't even need to touch their fingers, he can understand An Wujiu the first time he sees him.
An Wujiu was destined to be his.
The two leaned together quietly for a while, like two intertwined trees trying to grow for each other in a place lacking sunlight. Gradually, the branches at the top of the tree climbed together, and the roots at the bottom became entangled.
It wasn't until An Wujiu became vigilant when he heard new footsteps that this hugging posture changed slightly.
The visitors sounded like Todo Sakura and Matsuura Mori.
"Hey? What's the number on this door?"
"This number is written... It seems to be 7, it should be Mr. Shen's room."
"Ah, then this is where Shen Ti lives, right? Then I am number three, and you are number twelve. You should be the innermost one. My room may be in the corridor on the left."
"Miss Fujido, I'll take you to your room first."
"Really? Thanks, you're such a gentleman."
Hearing the footsteps of the two going away, Shen Ti chuckled, "You're pretty good at finding it. You just broke into my room without looking at the house number. You really deserve to be me..."
"Don't talk nonsense." An Wujiu had predicted what he was going to say and stopped him first.
It's not that I don't like it, it's just that I feel too ashamed.
"Don't you like it? I see that many people like that name, otherwise what should I call you?" Shen Ti stepped back step by step with his arms around An Wujiu's waist, "Honey? Baby? Baby?"
"You are really..." An Wujiu was about to scold him, but suddenly he couldn't see anything in front of him, as if someone had suddenly turned off the light and fell into the boundless darkness.
But this is wrong, he can't even see the red moonlight of the blood moon.
An Wujiu thought of the "sacrifice his eyes" proposed by the altar just now, and he understood it.
I really lost my eyesight.
But there was a red line in front of him, like an arrow, pointing to the door they were facing just now.
Is this the so-called cemetery guide line for the cemetery
Shen Ti didn't give him any room to think, he still put his arms around his waist, forcing him to retreat step by step, "What am I really?"
Stepping back, An Wujiu's legs hit the bed unexpectedly, and after a while he was distracted, Shen Ti pressed him onto the bed.
"nothing."
"real?"
An Wujiu had no eyesight, he could only feel that Shen Ti's hand had untied the tie of the cloak in front of his neck. a thin layer of electricity.
Probably because I can't see anything at this moment, and my sense of hearing and touch becomes clearer. The sound of Shen Ti's breathing was right in front of his eyes, mixed with the whistling wind and snow outside the window.
Shen Ti must have been facing his face, he could even feel their lips rubbing against each other, kissing but not kissing.
"It's snowing a lot outside, it's so cold."
Shen Ti spoke the most ordinary words with the most ambiguous gesture, and wrote his name on An Wujiu's exposed collarbone with his fingertips.
"Why don't you stay tonight, the quilts for the two of you should be warmer."
"I have a low body temperature, so I can't be your heater."
An Wujiu didn't intend to let him flirt, but her fingers unconsciously grasped the bed sheet, as if she wanted to hold something in the floating darkness.
"Of course you can't just lie down. You'll be warmed up by doing something, won't you?"
Shen Ti's fingers inserted into An Wujiu's hair, and then lightly brushed against his ear, teasing without any concealment.
An Wujiu's heart was beating extremely fast, he wanted to know why this person could be so flexible, as if he didn't need these eyes at all.
Or is he a wolf, a cultist.
"Maybe one of us will die tomorrow... Don't you think it's a pity?" Shen Ti is like a snake, entwining An Wujiu's heart, hooking out the desire buried deep within.
"Would it be?" An Wujiu didn't want to be manipulated by him like this, trying to turn his back on the customer, so he smiled lightly, "What if you are a cult member?"
Shen Ti laughed, An Wujiu lost his eyes only to realize that Shen Ti's laughter was a bit evil. If he could see at this moment, this handsome face reflected the scarlet light of the blood moon, it must look very much like a murderer.
"Isn't that better?"
"Spend the spring night first, and then kill people, how exciting."