The End of the World: I am a rent collector in a shelter

Chapter 65 Werewolf Killing
The clown stood up calmly and took the word card from Phoenix. It read:

【unlettered】

The word.
Ji Wanwan shook her head.

Even if it was a person with a healthy hand, this word would be difficult to draw, let alone a clown with an injured right hand.

The clown walked to the whiteboard, picked up the paintbrush with his left hand, and began to paint clumsily on the board.

His posture was awkward and the lines he drew were crooked.

The three members of Team B were scratching their heads anxiously, totally unable to understand what the clown was trying to express.

30 seconds passed in a flash.

Looking at the mess on the whiteboard, the people of Team B lost their minds and looked haggard, as if their vitality had been sucked away by a female ghost.

Butterfly couldn't help laughing out loud.

The three members of Team B immediately glared over.

The 10-second answering time passed in a flash, and no one from Team B gave the correct answer, so Team B got 0 points in this round.

At this time, the points of the two teams are: Team A 0 points, Team B 10 points.

There is still one round left in the game, and it is still extremely difficult for Team A to defeat Team B.

How could Team B let them guess the answer so easily?
Following the rhythm of the Phoenix, the fourth round of the game begins.

By checking the palms and backs of their hands, the whales from Team B were selected for the painting.

The phrase he got was [painting cakes to appease hunger].

Thinking of what the clown had just done, the whale followed suit and started to draw.

Butterfly's face turned dark in an instant.

After 30 seconds, Butterfly looked as pale as death.

But the next second, the glass under the whale's feet opened.

"what--"

The whale screamed, and quickly used water energy to support itself, with an expression of helplessness on its face.

"Why?!"

His angry roar was drowned out by the shouts of the audience on Level -3.

On the giant screen.

Phoenix gave his answer: "Mr. Whale played the game passively and deliberately made random drawings, which affected the fairness of the game, so he was eliminated."

The whale, who was stepping on the waves in panic to avoid the zombies, turned pale.

So that’s how it is!
It's true that being too clever can backfire!

But at this moment, it was too late for him to regret!
Phoenix looked at the remaining four people and said, "The fourth round of the game is cancelled. We will play an extra round. Please ask the members of Team B to choose the painter through rock-paper-scissors."

This time, the painting was done by a rooster.

The word card drawn by the rooster is [Dragon Horse Spirit]

It is not easy to draw a dragon horse. In 30 seconds, he could not express the meaning of the dragon horse spirit.

Not surprisingly, Team A failed to score any points again.

There was a hint of cruelty in Phoenix's voice: "The game is over. Team B wins this game. Congratulations to Mr. Rooster and Mr. Penguin. You two can move to the -3 floor spectator stand and wait for the subsequent auction."

The rooster and the penguin were overjoyed and started laughing.

On the other hand, the butterfly and the clown were lifeless.

Just as Phoenix was about to pronounce the verdict, the butterfly suddenly moved, and countless vines appeared out of thin air, instantly filling the entire Conference Room 3.

"boom!"

The four guns hanging on the wall spewed out fire at the same time, instantly igniting all the vines in the room.

Amid the raging flames, the butterfly's heart-wrenching screams were heard.

The fire burned for about two or three minutes, and then a cloud of steam rose up, and the fire in the room was completely extinguished.

The scene inside the house was once again exposed to everyone's sight.

The thin and frail Butterfly was now lying on the ground, its body charred and covered in blood, and the mask on its face had been burned by the fire.

The once pretty face was now completely unrecognizable, and Butterfly stared with eyes wide open, looking particularly desolate. Next to Butterfly was a pile of dirt, and in the pile was the clown who had used earth energy the moment the fire started.

Looking at the pile of dirt, Phoenix made a judgment: "Team A lost this round of the game. The losers will enter the corpse fighting field and fight zombies."

As soon as he finished speaking, the glass under the pile of dirt opened, and the clown fell down along with his pile of dirt.
At the same time, Phoenix turned his head and looked towards Conference Room 2.

In his eyes, there was a sick and crazy expectation and excitement, which made Ji Wanwan shudder.
What is supposed to come will eventually come.
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On the giant screen on the 3rd floor, the white-haired man appeared again.

The atmosphere in Conference Room 2 suddenly became heavy, and the green snake's twisting movements became more and more frequent, just like a real green snake.

The scorpion's energy fluctuations also began to become unstable, and it was clearly on the verge of going berserk.

Ji Wanwan moved closer to Wen Yuheng quietly.

The white-haired man spoke: [Tsk tsk tsk, it’s over already, so boring…]

"boom--"

A blinding glare appeared and Ji Wanwan squinted her eyes subconsciously.

[There is only one item left to sell, so let's look forward to their performance! ]

"Little trash! Tremble!"

“Hurry up and start!!”

“I can’t wait!!”

"Hahahaha, I've seen through the fear of these idiots!"

"..."

As the white-haired man finished his words, a wave of fanatical shouting broke out again on the -3rd floor.

With the entry of the Phoenix, the sound waves reached their peak.

When Fenghuang came in, she was still holding the tray, but there was only one card left on the tray.

Phoenix stood still and glanced at everyone: "Hello, distinguished guests!

Please elect one person to come forward and draw lots. After the drawing is completed, everyone needs to complete the game in accordance with the corresponding rules. The winner can leave the cage, and the loser will enter the corpse fighting field to fight the zombies.

The selection time is 1 minute. If the drawing is not completed within 1 minute, everyone will enter the corpse fighting field.

Then, please start voting!"

The green snake snorted with disdain: "There's only one lot left, what's the point of drawing it?"

The Phoenix's gaze and the gun hanging on the wall were aimed at the Green Snake at the same time.

This warning behavior made the green snake shut up instantly.

She twisted her waist uncomfortably: "We have to smoke anyway, everyone, is it okay for me to smoke?"

No one in the room responded.

The green snake lifted her hair, stood up gracefully, and picked up the card from the tray in Phoenix's hand.

The card reads:

Werewolf.

Phoenix's eyes curved up: "Wow! Werewolf! This is the most interesting game tonight!"

As expected, it’s another game of killing each other!
Damn it!

The old Scorpion didn't know much about Werewolf and looked at Phoenix eagerly, waiting for him to explain the rules.

The latter put down the tray: "Now, let me briefly explain the rules of the game.

游戏中，玩家分为好人阵营与狼人阵营，当前玩家有10人，3狼人、3村民、1预言家、1女巫、1猎人。

The condition for the werewolves to win is that all villagers and clergy are killed, and the condition for the good guys to win is that all werewolves are killed. "

“等等！”蝎子不解的举起手:“3狼人、3村民、1预言家、1女巫、1猎人，那是九个人啊！还有一个呢？”

Phoenix's smile deepened: "There is another one, God. God doesn't have to participate in the game!"

Scorpion's eyes suddenly lit up: "I want to be God!!"

Phoenix shook his head: "All identities need to be determined by drawing lots."

(End of this chapter)