Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Don't get eaten!"

Chapter 88 Werewolf Battle Royale

Don't get eaten.

What do you mean?

Liu Zheng immediately became alert.

The next second, he saw four tall werewolves rushing towards him.

"Holy crap, this is real Werewolf!"

Liu Zheng immediately ran in the opposite direction.

He was no longer in the room, but in a dense forest.

A huge full moon hung high in the sky, its blood-red light shining on him like a searchlight, leaving him nowhere to hide.

"Nima!"

Liu Zheng quickly noticed this and gave the Blood Moon the middle finger.

His appearance was no longer that of a tentacle monster, but had changed into a withered and thin witch.

Liu Zheng couldn't run far before he was too tired to continue.

This body is far inferior not only to his tentacle monster form, but also to his human form.

In the blink of an eye, four werewolves rushed up.

Amidst bursts of savage laughter, they tore him to pieces, bit by bit.

Liu Zheng was unable to resist; even his trained numbness to pain had become ineffective.

He seemed to have truly turned back into a human being, a weak and powerless human being.

He watched as the werewolf devoured his body piece by piece.

After reaching its peak, fear gradually turned into numbness, and Liu Zheng's consciousness fell into the abyss, merging into nothingness.

The four werewolves lost interest in him and ran into the depths of the forest.

"Rational decline exemption successful."

The system notification sounded like a thunderclap.

"Player number 8 was killed by the werewolves tonight. You have a potion of antidote, do you want to use it?"

Immediately afterward, the voice of the female diver rang in his ears.

Wow, that were pretty accurate in the Werewolf game.

Liu Zheng, now fully awake, was filled with emotion.

Fortunately, the witch could save herself on the first night. If she couldn't, this blow would have been a disaster for the good guys right from the start.

"use."

He said it without hesitation.

Even if he hadn't killed him, Liu Zheng would have used up this bottle of antidote.

After all, if there are four gods and four villagers, the chances of the werewolf killing a god are quite high.

Some witches like to keep their potions, but this is completely unnecessary.

First, if the witch is stabbed the next night, then the antidote will be useless, wasting a good person's turn.

And since the witch was stabbed, should we use poison?

If used, it would poison even good people, causing them to collapse.

If we don't use it, not only will we waste another round, but we'll also give the werewolf a chance to put on clothes.

Secondly, if the hunter were the one who got stabbed, he would also have to face the question of whether or not to fire the next day.

If the wrong gun is fired, good people will suffer a devastating loss.

Not firing a shot is also a waste of a round and gives the werewolf a chance to get dressed.

As for the possibility of a werewolf self-inflicting damage to obtain medicine, it's not impossible, but Liu Zheng rarely gambles on it, except in casual games.

A bottle of green potion appeared not far ahead. He dragged his broken body and struggled to the potion, then grabbed the bottle and drank the potion in one gulp.

After the extreme bitterness, a hint of grassy sweetness followed.

A green light also emanated from Liu Zheng's body.

Countless plant fibers grew in his wounds, and soon his body was repaired.

On the surface, his body appears no different from that of an ordinary person.

But only he himself knew that he had become a monster that was half human and half plant.

"It's dawn, players, please open your eyes."

The voice of the female divers rang out.

After a moment of disorientation, Liu Zheng's gaze was no longer met with the blood-red moonlight, but with the blinding sunlight.

He touched his face; good, the mask was still there.

Liu Zheng pursed his lips and walked forward along the suddenly appearing forest path.

After walking for a few minutes, he saw a small village.

At the same time, he also saw 11 people walking towards him from different directions.

Clearly, these are the other players.

The 12 players drew closer and closer, finally meeting at the village entrance.

Everyone eyed each other warily, and no one spoke.

"Daytime has arrived. Please gather in the square in the center of the village."

The voice of the female divers rang out, and everyone gathered in the village square.

This is a flat, muddy area where some grain is drying in the sun.

Along the way, Liu Zheng did not see any villagers.

There were some chickens and ducks that were left unattended and were defecating everywhere.

In the center of the square stands a statue of a middle-aged man who is half wolf and half human.

He had thick hair and sharp claws, but his face looked like a normal person's.

There was a line of text engraved on the base of the statue, but Liu Zheng did not recognize it.

All the players came to the base of the statue and spontaneously formed a circle around it.

"Now we will proceed with the sheriff election."

"Players who wish to run for office, please place your hands on your mask before the countdown ends."

“5、4、3、2、1。”

The countdown ended quickly, and most of the masks emitted a black glow.

Only one mask remained dim.

“Everyone except player number 8 ran for sheriff.”

"Let's start with player number 10 and speak clockwise."

Good grief, we almost had to send everyone to the police station.

Hearing what the female diver said, Liu Zheng felt a chill of fear.

If he hadn't held back, there wouldn't be a sheriff in this case.

The werewolf can swallow the sheriff's badge without even self-destructing; he must be grinning from ear to ear.

He didn't know if werewolves could communicate freely at night; if they could, it would be too outrageous for them all to be on the police force.

Even if they can't communicate, it's still pretty absurd for all wolves to be on the police force.

"Let me say this first: I'm not a prophet or a divine oracle; I'm just here to experience the election atmosphere."

"But since we're here, we should say a few more words. Let's remind the Seer to remember to keep the Sheriff's badge. We lost the last game because the Seer didn't keep the badge."

"Even wolves need to remember to keep their badges. Anyone who doesn't will be considered a wolf, and a stupid one at that."

"Okay, I'm done talking."

Player number 10 has a rough voice and speaks in a very casual manner.

However, he seemed to be in a very positive mood, and his resentment about losing the previous game was genuine, so he should be a good person.

If what he said is true, then he must be a villager.

"Player number 11 speaks."

"It's my turn to speak. Number 10 isn't the prophet, so why is he causing trouble? I'm number 11, the real prophet. Last night I checked player number 8, and he's a good person."

"Number 8, you're the only one who can vote now, so you absolutely must vote for me, the real prophet!"

"As for why I checked number 8, well, since nobody knows who's who, I just randomly picked an auspicious number to check."

"For now, I'll keep number 10 in the badge flow. After all, he's the only one I've heard speak so far. I'll check number 6 next, also because it's auspicious. I'll consider changing the badge flow when I have another chance to speak."

"It's ridiculous that everyone was on the police force. If it weren't for the fact that number 8 was the one I identified as a good person (a good person identified by the seer), I would have suspected that he was the only cowardly werewolf."

Number 11 couldn't help but complain.

"That concludes my remarks."

Because number 11 had a lot to say, he sped up his speech.

However, his pronunciation was quite clear and the sound was good. If no one else jumps to the role of the prophet, Liu Zheng will probably cast his vote for him.

After all, giving a strong god-like defense against jumping is meaningless.

Later they realized they'd made a mistake; one bottle of poison would have been enough to take them all away.

"Player number 12 speaks."

"Number 12 was a witch, last night."

Before player number 12 could finish speaking, the light suddenly dimmed.

Everyone looked up at the sky, where yellow-green rain clouds blocked out the sun.

"Triggered the first round of random divine punishment: sulfuric acid rain."

"In 30 minutes, sulfuric acid will rain down from the sky, and all players who have not entered the building will die instantly."

"After the sulfuric acid rain disappears, players will directly enter the voting execution phase."

Chapter 89 The Highest Status in the Audience

After 30 minutes, there are 11 players remaining.

Each player has less than 3 minutes on average, and that includes both the sheriff election and the voting execution phase.

Everyone realized the urgency of the situation.

"To make a long story short, I am the number 12 witch. I saved number 8 last night. Number 8 is my Silver Water (someone who has been saved by the witch)."

Upon hearing this, Liu Zheng frowned.

It's not that this person faked being a witch, but he correctly predicted the real danger.

There are only two possibilities.

First, this person was just doing it for fun. Seeing that he was the only one under police, he reported his silver water campaign.

Secondly, this person is a werewolf who doesn't know he is the witch, but knows he has been killed, so he reports his silver water to garner votes.

No, there is another possibility.

Liu Zheng was startled.