Evil Emperor Zun

Chapter 1032 Yan Yueque, Werewolf Killer
Werewolf Killing, as a game passed down from a different plane, was once used as a weapon to determine fate by the instructor in the training class.Either win with your team, or die with your character.At that time, everyone played tremblingly, walking on thin ice, and the shadow of terror was always hanging over everyone.

However, when it takes off the horror coat of the death game, it is still quite popular as a reasoning interactive game.After the publicity and promotion of Tan Taijing and others, it has become popular in Tiangongmen.When I am not practicing, I can always see a group of students gathered in the dormitory who are "killing" vigorously.

Now, these first batch of werewolf killer players have become masters. If they play the game at that level again, they will be absolutely sure to get out of the game.

"I heard that Tantai Jing's girlfriend played well after learning a few games, right? Is Brother Jing often abused?"

"I don't know if brother Jing is often abused, I only know that he must abuse you without discussing it!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Brother Blood Skull, do you want to have a plate together to reminisce about the glorious years?" Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Lei Jiu also turned his head and suggested to Huangfuli who was sitting alone.

"That's right, Brother Blood Skull and Sister An Tong played very well in this game back then!" Tantai Jing also immediately echoed, "We were all saved by them." His face was full of expectation.One must know that it was because of Huangfuli's life-saving grace in that game that he made himself wholeheartedly worship him!
Under the attention of everyone, Huangfuli just raised the book of war in his hand: "You guys play, I haven't finished my task today."

"Haha, Blood Skull said that he doesn't like you rookies!" ——The magic touch from a teammate.

"Hello." A cold voice suddenly sounded from the corner of the room. Yan Yueque, who had always closed his eyes and rested his mind, slowly sat up from the head of the bed, "Listen to what you're talking about, what exactly is werewolf killing?"

When he was at Tiangongmen before, he had often heard this word, but he never took it seriously.But now in the whole room, it seems that he is the only layman.The feeling of not being able to understand a word was really unacceptable to him.

Cen Ling explained: "It's a deduction game we've played before. The rules are very simple, and you can learn it as soon as you learn it. If the city owner is willing to play together, let me explain it to you now?"

"...I don't need it anymore." Yan Yueque's eyelids twitched, and she lay back on the bed again.

The grade of a game can be known by whoever likes to play it.Judging by the bluffing of those people, this is probably just a game for common people. As a noble young master, how could he do such a degrading thing?

"Come back and play, don't make too much noise." Then, he gave another brief instruction.

Cen Ling was just asking casually, and it was expected that he would refuse, so he didn't try to persuade him much.After distributing the identity cards, everyone really entered the state immediately.And their current speaking level has indeed risen by more than an order of magnitude.

"I am a prophet. Last night, No. 1 was killed. No. 6 has not yet spoken, and there is a high probability that I will admit the people to lower my status. Among the other people in front of me, since there are already two wolves with me, I will get the police chief Huiyan No. 3, in order to find out and kill to fill the wolf pit."

……

"I am Pucun. If I cast an even number, I think No. 6 and No. 8 may be wolves. In addition, in this situation, the identities of No. 1, No. 3 and No. 5 in odd numbers may not be good. What if the witch is in the bottom card? Only The double kill means that the witch exists. The prophet didn't jump, what's the situation?"

……

“刀8号摆明了要陷害情侣啊，我情侣2号，好人！那么狼人就基本在1号、3号、4号之中了，当然不完全排除5号是狼的可能。”

Since Yan Yueque didn't participate in the game, he didn't need to enter the process of closing his eyes. For him, it was just opening the God's perspective throughout the whole process. He could see clearly who was who.

Because of this, the analysis and cover-ups of all the players are very ridiculous in his opinion, and there is a sense of ignorance like "a blind man touches an elephant".

This self-proclaimed prophet is actually a wolf card who can open his eyes every night, and there will be a few idiots who close their eyes and be played around by him, and follow him to cast a real prophet.

There was also that novice witch card that was seriously analyzed. He almost never saw people correctly. Sure enough, in the next round, he poisoned the villagers again...

After watching a few rounds, Yan Yueque couldn't take it anymore.Can these people be any more stupid?If it was me, I would never make such a low-level mistake!Let's play a game... just play a game, let them see what is the world of difference in technology!

"Are you guys still going to play? Let me do it!" Yan Yueque sat down on the carpet in a grandiose manner, and kept muttering, "Really, such a mentally handicapped game made you play like this."

But after he joined, he lost the advantage of God's perspective, and the following style of painting became like this——

"Who is this against me? Always the first to kill me?"

"Great, I got the wolf card this time, and I can take revenge! Huh? Why are you all looking at me like that?"

"Number 9 wasn't poisoned at all, he was stabbed, it was me who killed him!"

……

This person is really... After playing a few rounds, everyone will support his forehead collectively.His rookie level is second only to Ye Shuo!

However, Yan Yueque didn't know himself yet. After experiencing the fun of the game initially, he played one game after another, until midnight in the blink of an eye.

If the people in Group B knew that during the war, the people in Group A actually gathered in the city to play Werewolf, they might be so angry that they would vomit blood and die.

"Brother Yue Que, it's getting late, shall we play tomorrow?" Tantai Jing even called out "Brother".His eyelids really couldn't open.

"No!" Yan Yueque, who was so excited to play, once again raised his official airs, "This is not enough, I say I can't sleep if I don't sleep!"

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, pushing and giving way with their eyes.In the end, the "true warrior" Cen Ling stepped forward.

"Brother Yue Que, everyone is about to be tortured to pieces by your technology, you have to give us a chance to breathe a sigh of relief? Why don't you wait until tomorrow and call people from other cities to play online together. There are too many people You can still play the big game, and you can add a few more identity cards, which is much more interesting than our small game!"

Yan Yueque was indeed aroused, and nodded with bright eyes: "Alright, that's what you said!"

While packing up their ID badges, everyone looked at Cen Ling gratefully.If he hadn't stopped Yan Yueque in time, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to sleep tonight.

As for those flattering words... Everyone was indeed abused by him, but that was because he was so badass that he specially cheated on his teammates.But since he didn't hear the meaning behind the words... Cen Ling felt that he was not saying something against his will.

……

Under Yan Yueque's strong request, the werewolf killing game has become the mainstream during the intermission of the war.

Most of the people in the other cities have just come into contact with this game.But often even if it is playing, it also depends on talent.After killing a few games, everyone's technical level gradually revealed.

Needless to say, Tang Mu, with his top-notch logical thinking, was still as strong at playing Werewolf.Just from the other party's few words, he can keenly catch the logical loopholes and quickly judge the boundaries of identities.In a word, if you want to pretend to be a high-intelligence business student, you are looking for abuse!
Another unexpected master turned out to be Rong Xiao.He hadn't passed a few courses in the college. For such a game that required meticulous logic, he was able to gain the upper hand again and again, which made everyone curious.

Afterwards, according to Rong Xiao's own statement, in fact, he didn't know much about analysis or not.What he is really good at is mainly the ability to observe words and emotions.He can judge whether a person is worthy of deep friendship at the first contact.So when the player speaks, he can also see from various tiny details whether they are telling the truth or hiding a disguise.

Although it sounds a little mysterious, but Rong Xiao usually sees his brothers very accurately.The people he is willing to deal with also have their worthwhile contacts.Perhaps, this is a kind of natural leadership talent.

But someone sensitively thought that this may not be a good thing, because Yan Yueque would never be willing to lose to Rong Xiao, so he would definitely pull everyone to kill him...

In the eyes of others, maybe this is just a game.But Yi Qingli, who was gradually immersed in it, saw its unknown and profound side.

Isn't the werewolf killing a microcosm of real life?Everyone treats you well, people who seem to be in the same camp as you are probably wolves in disguise.They smile at you during the day, but give you a dark knife at night.And those who are burdened with misunderstandings, bear all kinds of accusations, and even have been voted out of the referendum, are likely to be the ones who are really helping you.

An ordinary person living in society is like a person with closed eyes. The information he can receive is only superficial.With little experience, he might mistakenly believe in a traitor, push the noble person he hits away with his own hands, and in the end he can only be out of the game...

This simple game contains a set of skills to know people.Yi Qingli's eyes drooped slightly, it seems that the current self is indeed too simple...

***
It was also the night, but the atmosphere in Group B after the defeat was far less joyful.

When Jin Siqi got up to pour water, she saw that Shen Antong was still leaning on the lounge chair in the hall, as if thinking about something.

"Sister An Tong, you haven't slept so late?" Jin Siqi hesitated for a moment, then walked up and sat down beside her, "What are you thinking?"

Shen Antong raised his eyelids slightly, but replied honestly: "I was thinking, why people are always dissatisfied with what they have. Ordinary people yearn for success and fame, but those who stand on a high place yearn for being ordinary. A person who is abandoned by one person may just be the person another person can't ask for. It is probably really difficult to be content with happiness."

"Then sister An Tong, what kind of person are you?" Jin Siqi asked boldly.

Shen Antong smiled self-deprecatingly: "Look at how hard I live every day, you know what kind of person I am."

From the very beginning, she knew that this high-profile trial would be a great opportunity to attract fans.As long as she can make a few more battles, the limelight is indispensable.

But as the task progressed so far, she knew in her heart that her performance was not good.Not only did he not come up with any strange moves for the team, but he was always under the pressure of Group A.Could it be that what she has is really just a little cleverness, which is useless when it comes to a large battlefield?
If this is the case, it will be very detrimental to me... Once she is seen as a stereotype, her public positioning will be "unrefined".I'm afraid that in the future, others will be ashamed to be her fans.

However, Jin Siqi didn't know what she was thinking.

In her eyes, Shen Antong has already achieved a lot.The Internet celebrity industry has just started, and she has easily reached the top. How many newcomers who have just entered the industry are envious of her!

In fact, I am one of them.

She has always been ordinary and can no longer be ordinary, she is very eager to be widely sought after.Think about it, how happy it would be to have a group of fans come to have fun with you by just writing down your mood on Weishikong.But now in the cyberspace, it was as if she was standing alone in a large and empty room, talking to herself in vain again and again.

Jin Siqi opened her mouth, wanting to ask Shen Antong to take care of her.She is so well-connected, it shouldn't be difficult for her... But she is such an ordinary person, without amazing beauty or interesting personality, can she really stand out?
And once she entered this line of work, she would have to be judged by a group of strangers on her appearance and body. With the shadow of the old days, she was still timid after all.

"Sister An Tong, I want to ask you a question." In the end, Jin Siqi changed her words, "If there was someone who loves you, and someone you love, who would you choose?"

"Of course I choose my love." Shen Antong answered without thinking, and seemed surprised that she would ask such a question.

"But..." Jin Siqi's voice was a little softer, "What if this person who loves you treats you really well?"

In this metaphor, Meng Zhao is the one who loves herself, and the artist industry is equivalent to her "love".

She also vaguely talked about it with Meng Zhao before, but he was not very supportive.He felt that this circle was very chaotic, and what he wanted more was a simple girlfriend who could be his full-time wife, husband and son.

So, should I choose Meng Zhao and live an ordinary and warm life with him, or should I choose my ideal?This is also what Jin Siqi often thinks about during this period of time.After all, on my own terms, if I miss Meng Zhao, I may never meet someone who loves me like this again.

"Si Qi, what do you like to drink?" Shen Antong did not answer her question directly, but made a strange rhetorical question.

"...Soda water." Jin Siqi was slightly startled, and it took a while before she replied.

"So if it were me," Shen Antong smiled bitterly at this time, "If life can be guaranteed, I would rather choose soda that I can only drink once a year than plain water that I can drink anytime."

"Even if soda is far away from me, at least I can have expectations in my heart. This expectation is the driving force of my life. But the life that can only drink plain water every day can really be seen at a glance."

(End of this chapter)