The blood moon gradually climbed up, getting bigger little by little, full of psychedelic and huge sense of oppression, which made people dazzled.
An Wujiu and Shen Ti leaned together, their bodies were covered with a layer of scarlet moonlight, faintly, like a whole piece of red tulle, enveloping the lovers like a wedding dress.
An Wujiu didn't know how the altar would punish him, but he didn't care either. It wasn't until he came to this game that he truly realized how terrible things these so-called beliefs that manipulate human nature would bring.
Since he entered the altar, the endless danger has been the lowest injury, the secondary trauma after recovering his memory, and the collapse of his faith.
He always thought that there was no so-called god in this world.
Even if there is, it shouldn't be.
Everything he's been through has almost reshaped him as a person. An Wujiu couldn't imagine what kind of person he would be if he could remember the events that happened from the beginning to the end, if he hadn't met Shen Ti, anyone he thought was precious.
The snow had stopped, but the wind was strong, An Wujiu covered Shen Ti's body with the cloak left by Nanshan, he was different from everyone else, even though he had been sacrificed, his eyes closed As if just asleep.
An Wujiu is actually not afraid of the result of this game.
From the time Shen Ti identified himself as a gargoyle, An Wujiu knew that he was actually lying.
He wasn't a gargoyle at all, and he'd guessed his grave keeper from day one.
At that time, An Wujiu was still somewhat hesitant about Shen Ti's identity, and felt that Shen Ti could be seen at night, but Shen Ti's first speech during the day dispelled An Wujiu's suspicion, not because of him Not like a gargoyle precisely because he acts so much like one.
Shen Ti kept sending messages to the wolf team, saying that he didn't know the wolf, and gave other people an identity in a confusing manner, especially giving him a civilian identity, as if a gargoyle was saying to his wolf teammates , "I checked An Wujiu, he is a commoner."
But on the last day, there was a discrepancy between what he said and his performance. He gave An Wujiu the status of a commoner, but the person who checked on the first night of the report was Matsuura Mori. This was probably Shen Ti's intentional omission, just to let him know his identity.
If he was really a gargoyle, he would definitely not jump out today.
From the first day, Shen Ti had laid the groundwork for jumping into the gargoyle. An Wujiu thought, if it wasn't for the fact that he was a priest who couldn't prove himself, a person like him who didn't care about winning or losing and life and death wouldn't be like this. Well planned.
Today's death was already in Shen Ti's plan.
And he was overconfident, extremely confident that he had found a way to crack the game, and believed that the sacrifice would be forgiven, so he followed suit, agreed to Shen Ti's scam, and personally cast him out.
But he really was too conceited.
An Wujiu was not afraid of whether he would win or lose the game, because he was sure that Shen Ti was in the same camp as him, even if he really lost, he would not regret it, and he was ready to go with Shen Ti.
But he was more worried about winning.
At this time, An Wujiu suddenly understood the words he often heard when entering the altar - survival is only temporary, death is eternal life.
Temporary survival will only make An Wujiu worry constantly, worrying whether Shen Ti will leave him one day and disappear into this world. He is not human in the first place, what can An Wujiu do to keep him
He used to believe that all the problems in the world had solutions, except for Shen Zi.
At a certain moment, An Wujiu also negatively thought that it would be better to die together, and he no longer has to be afraid of his disappearance.
He gradually lost his eyesight. An Wujiu couldn't see Shen Ti's face, together with the red land.
In the ear is the warning of the Holy Voice.
"You have committed a foul now, An Wugui."
An Wujiu turned a deaf ear, as if he couldn't hear anything.
"Even if you are here, if the werewolf decides to kill you and enters your room, you will still die."
An Wujiu chuckled lightly, "Is this your punishment?"
Shengyin said without emotion, "Tomorrow, until the end of the game, you will not be able to speak."
An Wugui didn't respond.
The situation will be clear tomorrow, he doesn't care if he can speak or not.
"Now, please check the players who died in the evening sacrifice."
An Wujiu didn't take any action, but he still saw the answer he was sure of in the darkness.
[Player Shen Ti is a good person. ]
On the cold blood moon night, An Wujiu hugged his body that was colder than snow, and couldn't sleep all night.
Opening his eyes again, it was early morning, and An Wujiu dreamed intermittently of the indescribable picture all night, which was another form of Shen Ti, or his real form.
He also dreamed that his father planted trees in the glass house in the corner of the courtyard, using a kind of soil that was already rare. He didn’t understand anything when he was young, he just patted the soil where his father planted flowers foolishly, thinking that would be okay. Press harder.
He asked his father what kind of flower it was, and his father told him it was a peony.
[What a strange name, is it medicine? ]
[It is a beautiful flower, it also has a name called Jiangli. A long time ago, when lovers had to separate, they would pick a peony and give it to each other, expressing farewell in this subtle way. ]
How could he understand it at that time, he only knew that it was a beautiful flower, but he had never seen it bloom.
After my father died, the peony plant also died, so my mother didn't take them with her when she moved. This has been the biggest regret in An Wujiu's heart for a long time.
He really wanted to see peony flowers once, and wanted to know how beautiful the parting flowers his father described were.
So in the following many difficult nights, he had the same dream, dreaming that his father's glass greenhouse was full of flowers, he didn't know the exact shape, so it was always hazy, the only clear thing was his father's gentleness smiley face.
He said not to be afraid of separation.
At that time, An Wujiu didn't know how the peony flowers appeared on his body, and he didn't have much thought to guess, because he had become an experimental subject, a set of data without freedom, and the tattoo of flowers was not related to any part of his body. It made no difference, it caused him nothing but pain.
Only now did he realize that those flowers branded on his skin were Shen Ti's wish to fulfill for him.
Even though Shen Ti at that time didn't understand human nature at all, he didn't understand what feelings are, just like An Wujiu when he was a child, what is reluctant to say goodbye.
But he did it anyway, as if by nature.
An Wujiu woke up from the sarcophagus, Shen Ti's body disappeared, and he was alone in the cold coffin.
An Wujiu couldn't feel anything, his limbs seemed to be completely frozen, it took him a while to recover, and he was able to stand up from inside.
When his feet stepped on the snow, even the sarcophagus disappeared, like all the sacrificed people before, disappeared without a trace.
The altar seems to be most aware of An Wujiu's inner fear, it knows that An Wujiu is not afraid of death, but only afraid of Shen Ti's disappearance, so he did this on purpose.
Going down the mountain in the dim light of the sky in a daze, An Wujiu didn't feel anything, and continued his actions instinctively. As Shengyin said last night, he did lose his voice and couldn't speak a word. He returned to the temple before the discussion of the morning sacrifice began. The stone steps were like rugged ladders, and the blood of the sacrificed people still remained on them, and even the snow could not cover them.
Standing in front of the statue behind the stone screen, An Wujiu thought quietly, he knew that the game was coming to an end, whether it was the first goal or the second goal, but his intuition always made him feel Something is missing.
Shengyin appeared and summoned them to enter the hall for discussion, the first one to come out was Wu You, his eyes lit up the first time he saw An Wujiu, and hurried to his side.
"Brother Wujiu, are you alright?"
An Wujiu turned his face away, saw the worry on Wu You's face, he nodded, originally wanted to hide his injured arm, but then thought, what's good about him, how can he cover it.
An Wujiu pointed to his lips at him, and then tried to talk to him, but couldn't make a sound.
Wu You immediately understood, "Are you being punished?"
An Wugui nodded.
"I was fined before, and I didn't speak for two hours." Wu You looked down at An Wujiu's hand, seeing that his arm was so horrible, he wanted to exchange something for a bandage, but An Wujiu stopped him.
He didn't think it was necessary, and it was over soon. This little life value was enough for him to last until the end.
Wu You understood what he meant, watching An Wujiu keep looking at the stone statue, he thought for a while, and asked: "Do you also think this stone statue is weird?"
An Wujiu looked at him sideways and nodded.
He always felt.
"Me too." Wu You said to him, "So when I went to the city residents' homes that day, I asked them if they knew about the stone statues in the temple. It happened that the city residents had participated in the construction of the temple, and he told I, this stone statue was carved by the high priest, the reason why it looks like this is because they think their god is all-encompassing, and everything in this world was created by God, so he is everything itself."
An Wujiu nodded lightly, then pointed to the stone screen to Wu You.
"Oh yes, I specifically asked him why he used a stone wall to block the statue." Wu You repeated the man's words to him, "This is the decision of the high priest."
An Wujiu frowned slightly.
"After the high priest carved the statue of the god, he ordered them to build a stone screen, saying that in this way, the god can accept the offerings of the people without being disturbed." Wu You frowned after finishing speaking, "Anyway I think this statement is absurd, and it doesn't seem like a plot that can be set up by the altar."
"This is probably a deliberately exposed flaw."
An Wujiu looked in the direction of the voice, it was Nanshan.
"Are you okay?" He came over and asked An Wujiu.
An Wujiu nodded, but pointed to his own throat, then shook his head again.
Nanshan understood, he was there when Wu You was punished.
Others also arrived in the hall one after another. Just as the morning sacrifice was about to begin, Shengyin informed them in advance that An Wujiu would lose the right to speak due to a foul.
When Megan heard this sentence, she couldn't help showing a little joy on her face. After all, An Wujiu's strength was too strong, and his speech alone might turn things around.
"Now, before starting the discussion of the morning sacrifice, let me announce the circumstances of last night's death for everyone."
An Wujiu caught a glimpse of Megan's expression, it seems that the knife last night should not fall on his head.
Shengyin announced: "The one who died last night was: player No. 11 Yang Ce."
Shen Ti's deception really worked. Not only did he deceive the good guys, but he also deceived the last bright wolf on the field, making her end the life of her teammates with her own hands.
Yesterday's Yang Ce was still very dissatisfied when Shen Ti got up to jump into the gargoyle, and tried his best to suppress this dissatisfaction, but after one night, he seemed to have compromised and accepted the fact.
He looked at An Wujiu with regret, and there were thousands of emotions in his eyes.
An Wujiu also looked at him until Shengyin announced the end of his life.
"The deceased has no last words, please the priest decide the order of the speeches."
Yang Ce died, but he didn't activate any skills, which meant that the hunter identity given to him by Shen Ti the night before was fake, he was not a hunter at all.
An Wujiu naturally chose to speak from the right side of the deceased, that is, No. 5 Megan.
At this moment, Megan took a deep breath, her face was bleak and pale by the blue hair, because Yang Ce was dead, but the game was not over yet, maybe there really was a hidden grave keeper.
She knew that she was irrefutable, but because she held this hole card, Megan decided to argue.
"I'm not the last wolf, Shen Ti is a gargoyle, he got up in that place and made that kind of suicidal speech, obviously trying to drag me into the water.
I don't know why the prophets checked and killed me on the first day. I'm really a good person. Maybe Andrew found out that a good person didn't want to report it, so he wanted to swindle my identity? Otherwise, why would he give the divine scepter to No.1 when he died, and he only listened to An Wujiu's speech for two rounds, so he believed that he must be a good person? If it is given to the wrong person, wouldn't the good person suffer even more? "
There was no reaction on An Wujiu's face, but he was a little surprised in his heart. Megan's speech this time was actually quite provocative, but it was too late. If she has been emphasizing this point since he got the scepter, maybe it can be made into a swindled card, not to mention that she still has the witch's silver water, even though the witch who gave her the silver water is also a wolf.
If you do that, at least you won't become a bright wolf like you are now.
"I don't know if you can still recognize me at this point in time," Megan continued, "If I were really a wolf, I definitely wouldn't just follow what Shen Ti said last night, it's too direct up.
I doubt number nine now. I think it is not easy for a little girl like Noah to come to the altar and break through so many levels. It is impossible for her to paddle like this in this game. That's not normal, so I suspect she's the last wolf. "
"The prophet is dead, the witch is dead, the gravekeeper may be dead, and the game is not over after Yang Ce's death, which means that there are still gods on the field, maybe three gods and one people. If she has status, I will vote for her this round." Megan said, looking at the middle priest An Wujiu, "I hope the middle priest can consider what I said."
"I'm a good guy, I'll vote for Noah this round, pass."
When it was Nanshan's turn, he was smiling as usual, but his smile was different from Zhou Yijue's, it wasn't cunning at all, it just seemed a bit unreliable.
"Number Five is really professional."
Nanshan clasped her hands together, "If I were Miss Megan, I might not be able to hold on at this time and would have to hand over the cards to admit defeat, but she is still playing so seriously, I really admire it."
Although it was a compliment, Megan's expression was not good at all.
"But timing is important."
Nanshan originally wanted to say a Taoist proverb, but felt that it was a bit ironic to talk about it in such a copy with a religious theme, so she gave up.
"There's nothing else to say, I'll definitely vote for Miss Meghan, yes."
Wu You had nothing to say, and said "pass" coldly, cherishing words like gold.
The right to speak came to Noah, and her immature face suddenly smiled, as if she had heard some funny joke.
"Sister Megan, why did you think of looking for a scapegoat at this time?"
Noah's laughter was very crisp, and it looked particularly ethereal in the empty temple.
"I'm not a priest." She looked at Megan with eyes as transparent as glass beads, "You must be very scared now, because you believed Yang Ce's words yesterday and really thought Yang Ce was a hunter, so you killed him Yes. As a result, he died today, he was unable to activate his skills, and the game is not over. Seeing this result, Sister Megan, you should be devastated."
"So I also admire you for your courage and determination to persevere. But unfortunately, Shen Ti is not a real gargoyle."
Noah exposed the truth cruelly, "The real gargoyle, I think, is probably Uncle Yang Ce who died under your knife last night."
Megan's pupils were shaking, his brows were tightly frowned, and his eyes were full of disbelief.
"You have been cheated." Noah told her unhurriedly, "Shen Ti has been pretending to be a gargoyle from the first day to deceive you into trusting him, and when he finds out the real gargoyle through speech, he kills people with a knife. "
"Actually, your Wolves team has worked very hard and is very good." Noah recalled the previous experience, "Dare to choose to commit suicide on the first night of such a dangerous game, and there are only three teammates who clearly meet each other, and knowing that Worried about rescuing the gargoyle, the witch decided to commit suicide, played a game with the witch, and succeeded in obtaining a bottle of antidote. The wolf who committed suicide got up in the morning and jumped to the prophet, tricked the witch and made the witch stand in line with the wolf.
Such an opening is already very admirable, but it is a pity that the True Prophet successfully killed a wolf and gave the right scepter. Ah yes. "
Noah said, put his palm to his lips, pretending to be whispering, "Sister Megan, let me tell you another ghost story..."
Megan's hands began to tremble, she stared at Noah's innocent and lovely face, but felt that she was extremely cruel.
Noah said softly, "I don't think the grave guard is brother Zhou Yijue." She rolled her eyes, "Who is it... I won't tell you."
"He jumped out of a grave guard, and was really recognized by the grave guard, knowing that he was blocking the knife for the grave guard. Let me say this, you should understand what level of player the grave guard is. Wolves Killing the two gods, as well as the gargoyle, originally had a huge advantage, but it was a pity that I was cheated by a fake grave guard, and then I was cheated by a fake gargoyle."
Noah smiled and cursed slightly for Megan.
"Damn liars, worse than bad guys."
Megan bowed her head like a lifeless plant.
An Wujiu felt that there was no need to use these words to provoke Megan, and there was really not much time, Noah smiled and put his hands behind his back, "The middle priest can't speak, so I will speak clearly for Brother Wujiu, today This should be the end of the game."
She finished her speech, and it was An Wujiu's turn.
An Wujiu couldn't say it, and he didn't plan to say it, he raised his hand to make a gesture of number five.
Without a doubt, everyone voted for Meghan.
There were stubborn tears in Megan's eyes, An Wujiu walked over and gave her a hug before she left.
Megan finally fell into An Wujiu's arms.
"Game over, good guy wins."
Shengyin announced the result. After one game, more than half of the twelve people died, leaving only four people. The empty hall was extremely cold.
No one spoke, Noah put his hands behind his back and fixed his eyes on Nanshan, "Brother Nanshan, you can't be a hunter, right?"
Nan Shan was a little surprised, and smiled, "Why are you so smart?"
Wu You couldn't believe it, "Are you a hunter? I thought Noah was."
Noah shrugged, "I only guessed that brother Nanshan was a hunter after Shen Ti said he was a commoner."
Nan Shan smiled and patted her head, "You call me brother, you have to call him brother too."
Noah pouted.
"So this time the game is completely over?" Wu You asked, "Brother Wujiu also stopped the ceremony yesterday, and canceled their ritual tradition."
Unexpectedly, Shengyin said: "The second goal of the game is not over yet, players please continue to work hard. Since all the werewolves among the twelve priests have died, you only have fifteen minutes to complete the finishing work."
Their momentary relaxation also disappeared from Shengyin's words.
"If the second goal is not fully achieved after fifteen minutes, it will be considered a failure, and all members of the good camp will become NPCs. All members of the werewolf camp will be considered dead."