Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Player number 1 struggled desperately, his expression one of genuine pain.

But no one else was interested in appreciating this scene.

Because sulfuric acid rain is about to fall.

All the players scattered and fled like frightened beasts, running towards the buildings in the village.

Liu Zheng had his eye on a two-story building, but player number 6 rushed inside first.

He tentatively pushed the door, but a force rebounded from it.

This is clearly a reminder of the game rules: a building can only accommodate one person.

Left with no other option, Liu Zheng ran to the nearby barn.

Before entering the barn, he had a sudden inspiration and grabbed a large rooster that was wandering around.

Sure enough, the village animals were not restricted and went into the barn with him.

Liu Zheng didn't have time to observe the inside of the barn; instead, he immediately leaned against the window and looked outside.

Sulfuric acid rain is falling.

The murky rain poured down like a waterfall, enveloping the entire village in a curtain of rain.

A soft light enveloped all the buildings, keeping the rain out.

But those places without buildings to shield them from the elements suffer greatly.

Player 1 was almost instantly eroded into bones by the sulfuric acid rain, and soon even the bones were carbonized.

It's hard to say whether he was hanged or burned to death by sulfuric acid rain.

The gallows were quickly burned to ashes by the sulfuric acid rain, and the ground was eroded and pitted.

Only the statue remained standing, and even looked cleaner.

"There's definitely something wrong with that statue."

Liu Zheng pondered.

This werewolf game is clearly not just a simple speaking game.

To win the game, perhaps you can try a different approach.

Unfortunately, he couldn't read the writing, so he had no way of knowing who the person was.

"Giggle."

The rooster in Liu Zheng's hand crowed, seemingly quite unhappy about being carried by him.

"What are you yelling for? If I hadn't brought you in, you wouldn't even have a feather left."

he said angrily.

"At least you're still alive now, until I want to eat you."

If the time flow in this werewolf battle royale is similar to that in reality, then Liu Zheng will have to stay in this game world for several more days, and this chicken will be his backup food.

Moreover, the fact that there are so many poultry and livestock in the village, even though there are no villagers, must mean something.

"Why should you eat me? You're not my master."

"That's what the rooster retorted."

"Oh, it can actually talk."

Liu Zheng's eyes lit up, and he put it on the ground.

The rooster lowered its head and preened its ruffled feathers.

"Hey, do you have a name?"

he asked.

Why does a chicken have a name?

The rooster looked up and gave him a strange look.

"Why can't chickens have names? I know a chicken that has a name, and it has a very impressive name: Napoleon."

Liu Zheng said.

Who is Napoleon, and what does "domineering" mean?

"Napoleon is the name of an emperor, and that's powerful."

he replied.

"Is the emperor very powerful? More powerful than my master?"

"The rooster asked."

"Who is your master?"

"My master is the carpenter in the village."

"Napoleon was ten thousand times more powerful than your master."

Liu Zheng gave a conservative figure.

"Hehe, that's really impressive. I want a name too, a name even more impressive than Napoleon's."

"That's what the rooster said excitedly."

"A name even more powerful than Napoleon's."

In an instant, many names, both great and evil, flashed through Liu Zheng's mind.

However, considering the review process, they were all abandoned one by one.

"Then you shall be called Qin Shi Huang."

In terms of the shape of the map, a chicken named Qin Shi Huang would be quite fitting.

"Cluck cluck cluck! I'm a chicken with a name, my name is Qin Shi Huang, how majestic!"

The rooster was flapping its wings excitedly, flapping its wings everywhere, and scattering feathers all over the ground.

"Alright, alright, calm down."

Liu Zheng said with disdain.

"Oh."

The rooster stopped flapping its wings.

It opened its mouth, ready to crow.

"If you call me again, I'll stew you."

He said menacingly.

"You're not my master, so what right do you have to stew me?"

The rooster disagreed.

"I've already given you a name, so aren't you your master?"

"No, you can only be considered my friend. The one who hatched me is my master."

"That's what the rooster said seriously."

"Well, your master's butt is quite warm."

“That’s right. Master’s buttocks are the warmest in the whole village.”

The rooster nodded.

"How did you know? What if someone else's bottom is warmer?"

Liu Zheng no longer knew what he was saying.

But that doesn't matter, as long as we can get information out of them.

"Because everyone else failed to hatch their eggs, and I was the only one hatched by the owner, that's why I can talk."

"That's what the rooster said."

"what?"

He was quite lucky; he caught the only talking chicken by simply grabbing it.

Could it be some kind of underhanded dealing at the front desk?

"Do you think you're just lucky? I ran up to you and let you catch me. You have the scent of one of my kind on you."

The rooster glanced at him and said.

"Oh, I thought so."

Liu Zheng shrugged.

The "same kind" it refers to should be the white-feathered chicken.

"Qin Shi Huang, I saved your life, shouldn't you repay me?"

"I don't want to be eaten by you."

"I won't eat you. First, tell me, who is that statue in the square?"

he asked.

Actually, there's not much werewolf game content after this, but considering that many readers weren't satisfied with the earlier parts, I've added an extra chapter.

The following chapters should be considered as the bizarre events in the werewolf village, with dark, eerie, and even erotic content.

Such a conscientious author, I couldn't help but tip him, vote for him, and follow his work.

Chapter 91 Your house is nice, it's mine now.

"That's the village chief."

The rooster replied.

"The current village chief?"

"No."

The rooster shook its head.

"When was that village chief?"

"I don't know, but it's very, very old, older than its owner."

"That's what the rooster said."

Well, you can't expect a chicken to have much of a concept of time.

"Why is a statue erected in his honor? Was he that great?"

Liu Zheng changed the subject.

“The village used to have very few people and was very poor; they couldn’t even afford to raise chickens.”

“He went out and brought back a lot of people and money.”

"The village became richer and the population increased, so everyone was very happy and erected a statue for him."

The rooster reminisced as he spoke.

These words must have been told to it by the carpenter.

"Was he always like that statue?"

"No, he only became like that when he was about to die. The witch said he was sick. Later, many people became sick."

"That's what the rooster said."

"What's the village chief's name?"

"The master calls him the old village chief."

"Ok."

The old village chief's so-called illness must be that he has turned into a werewolf.