Werewolf Killing, as a game that has been circulated from the alien plane, was once used by the mentor as a killer to determine his destiny in the training class. Either win with the team he is in, or die with your character. At that time, everyone was trembling, walking on thin ice, and the terrifying shadows were always shrouded among the crowd.

However, when it took off the horror cloak of the Death Game, it was still quite popular just as a reasoning interactive game. After the promotion of Dan Tai Jing and others, it has become popular in the Tiangong Gate. In addition to practicing, you can always see a group of students gathered in the dormitory and "killing" them vigorously.

Now, these first batch of werewolf killers have become masters. If they play the game of that level again, they will definitely be sure to get out of here.

"I heard that Dan Tai Jing's girlfriend has played well after learning a few games, right? Brother Jing is often abused?"

"I don't know if Brother Jing is often abused. I just know that he will definitely abuse you without any negotiation!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

"Brother Blood Skeleton, do you want to come and recall the glorious years?" As everyone burst into laughter, Lei Jiu also turned his head and suggested to Huangfu Li, who was sitting alone.

"Yes, in this game, Brother Blood Skeleton and Sister An Tong played very well!" Dan Tai Jing also agreed immediately, "We are all saved by them." His face was full of expectations. You know, it was because of Huangfu Li's life-saving grace in that game that he wholeheartedly admired him!

Under the attention of everyone, Huangfu Li just raised the military book in his hand: "You guys play, my mission today has not been completed yet."

"Haha, the Blood Skeleton means he looks down on you rookies!" - The God-fighting from his teammates.

"Hey." A cold voice suddenly sounded at the corner of the house. Yan Yueque, who had always closed his eyes and rested, slowly sat up from the head of the bed, "Listen to what you said, what is the werewolf killing?"

When he was at the Tiangong Gate before, he often heard this word and never took it seriously. But now, it seems that he is the only one in the whole room. He can't understand a word, which is really unacceptable.

Cen Ling explained: "It is a mystery game we have played before. The rules are very simple and you can learn it. If the city lord is willing to play it together, I will explain it to you now?"

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

What level is a game? You can know based on whoever you like to play. Judging from the way those people look, it is mostly a civilian pediatric game. As a noble young master, how could he do such a loss of value?

"Don't be too noisy if you play." Then, he gave a brief command.

Cen Ling was just asking casually, but he was expecting to refuse, and did not persuade him. After distributing the ID card, everyone immediately entered the state. And their current speaking standards have indeed increased by more than one order of magnitude.

"I am a prophet. Last night, I checked and killed No. 1. No. 6 has not spoken yet. I am likely to recognize the people as a despicable person. Among the other people above, since there are already two wolves in my place, I got the Sheriff's Check No. 3 to find out the test and killed full of the wolf pit."

...

"I am Pu Village. If I cast an even number, I think No. 6 and No. 8 may be a wolf. In addition, the odd number number 1, 3 and 5 may not be well-deserved. What if the witch is in the trump card? Only if the double kills will it mean that the witch exists. The prophets did not jump. What's the situation?"

...

"There is clearly a situation where the couple is going to frame me. My couple is No. 2, a good person! Then the werewolf is basically in No. 1, No. 3, and No. 4. Of course, it is not completely ruled out that No. 5 is a wolf."

Since Yan Yueque did not participate in the game, he did not need to enter the process of closing his eyes. For him, he could see clearly who is the identity of God.

Because of this, all players' hard analysis and concealment are very ridiculous in his opinion, and they simply feel a sense of ignorance like a "blind man touching an elephant".

This person who swears to call himself a prophet is actually a wolf card that opens his eyes every night. There are really a few fools who close their eyes and are fooled by him and follow him to cast a real prophet.

There is also the novice witch card that is serious and analyzed. He almost never saw it correctly. Sure enough, in the next game, he poisoned the villagers again...

Without watching a few games, Yan Yueque could no longer bear it. Can these people be a little stupider? If it were yourself, you would never make such a low-level mistake! Just play one game... just play one game, let them see what the world of technology is!

"Can you still play? Let me do it!" Yan Yueque sat down on the carpet in a big way, muttering, "It's really, such a stupid game makes you play like this."

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

"Who has a grudge against me? I'm always the first to kill me?"

"That's great. This time I got the wolf card. I can take revenge! Hum? Why are you looking at me like this?"

"No. 9 was not poisoned at all. He was killed by the sword, and he was the one who was killed by me!"

...

This person is really... after playing a few games, everyone collectively held their foreheads. His rookie level is second only to Ye Shuo!

But Yan Yueque had not yet known himself. He had just experienced the fun of the game and played one game after another, and in a blink of an eye he was about to reach the third update in the middle of the night.

If the people in Group B knew that during the war, the people in Group A actually gathered in the city to play werewolf killing, they would probably die of collective anger and vomit blood.

"Brother Yueque, it's getting late. Let's play tomorrow?" Dan Tai Jing even called out "Brother". His eyelids were really unable to stretch.

"No!" Yan Yueque, who was so excited about playing, took off his airs again, "This is not satisfying yet. I said I can't sleep, but I can't sleep!"

Everyone looked at each other and pushed each other with their eyes. In the end, it was the "real warrior" Cen Ling who stood up.

"Brother Yueque, everyone is almost completely abused by your skills. You have to give us a chance to breathe a sigh of relief? Otherwise, I will ask people from other cities to connect to play together. If there are too many people, I can still play the overall situation. You can add several more ID cards, which is much more interesting than a small game like ours!"

Yan Yueque was indeed aroused by interest, and his eyes nodded shinyly: "Okay, that's what you said!"

While packing up the identity card, everyone looked at Cen Ling gratefully. If he hadn't stopped Yan Yueque in time, I'm afraid that they would not have thought of going to bed tonight.

As for those flattering words... everyone was indeed abused by him, but that was because he was so naughty that he specifically cheated on his teammates. But since he didn't hear the implication... Cen Ling felt that he was not saying anything against his will.

...

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

Most of the people in the other cities have just been exposed to this game. However, even if they play, they also depend on their talent. After a few games, everyone's technical level will gradually be revealed.

Needless to say, Tang Mu is the first-class logical thinking, and he is still as strong as ever when playing werewolf killing. Just from the other party’s few words, he can keenly capture logical loopholes and quickly determine the boundaries of his identity. In a word, if you want to play disguise in front of a high-IQ academic master, it is purely a search for abuse!

Another unexpected master was Rong Xiao. He had only passed several courses in the academy. He was able to gain an advantage over such a game that required meticulous logic, which made everyone curious.

Afterwards, according to Rong Xiao’s own statement, he actually didn’t know much about analysis or analysis. What he was really good at was mainly the ability to observe words and expressions. He could determine whether a person is worthy of deep friendship on the first contact. So when players speak, he could also tell from various tiny details whether they were telling the truth or hiding disguise.

Although it sounds a bit mysterious, Rong Xiao is indeed very accurate in his brothers. People who he is willing to deal with also have something worth dating of. Perhaps, this is a natural talent for leadership.

But some people sensitively thought that this might 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 is gradually immersed in it, sees its unknown profound side.

Isn’t werewolf killing like a microcosm of real life? People who treat you well everywhere, seem to be in the same camp as you are likely to be disguised by wolves. They smile at you during the day, but they will give you a hidden knife at night. Those who are carrying misunderstandings, endure all kinds of criticisms, and have even been eliminated from the referendum may be the ones who are truly helping you.

An ordinary person lives in society, like a closed-eye person. The information he can receive is just superficial. He has shallow experience, he may mistake the villain and push the noble person he is in the future, and in the end he can only get out of the game in disgrace...

This simple game contains a set of skills to recognize people. Yi Qingli's eyes drooped slightly, and it seems that he is indeed too simple now...

***

It was the same night, the atmosphere of Group B after the defeat was far less joyful.

When Jin Siqi got up to pour water, she saw Shen Antong leaning against the lounge chair in the hall, as if she was thinking about her thoughts.

"Sister An Tong, you haven't slept so late?" Jin Siqi hesitated for a moment, walked up to sit next to her, "What are you thinking?"

Shen Antong raised her eyelids slightly and answered honestly: "I was wondering why people are always unsatisfied with what they have. Ordinary people long for success and fame, while those standing on high places long for ordinary people. People who are abandoned like shabby shoes may just happen to be someone whom another person cannot get it. It is probably really difficult for those who are content to be happy."

"Sister An Tong, who are you?" Jin Siqi asked with courage.

Chen Antong smiled mockingly: "Look at how hard I live every day, I know which kind of person I am."

From the very beginning, she knew that this highly-watched trial would be a great opportunity to attract fans. As long as she can make more achievements, the limelight will be indispensable.

But the mission has been progressing so far, she knew in her heart that her performance was not good. Not only did she not come up with any strange tricks for the team, but she was always under the suppression of Group A. Could it be that what she has is really just a cleverness and she has no place to use her skills when she arrives on a large battlefield?

If this is the case, it will be very unfavorable to me... Once she is determined, her public positioning will be "not to be in the elegant hall". I am afraid that in the future, others will be ashamed of being her fans.

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

In her eyes, Chen Antong has obviously achieved great success. The Internet celebrity industry has just started, and she has easily become the top. Many newcomers who have just entered the industry are envious of her!

In fact, I am one of them.

She has always been so ordinary that she can't be more ordinary, and she is eager to be widely sought after. Think about it, if you just write a little bit of mood in micro-time and space, you can have a group of fans to have fun with you. And now she is in the online space, just like she is standing alone in a big and empty room, talking to herself in vain time and time.

Jin Siqi opened her mouth and wanted to ask Chen Antong to take care of her. She has such connections, which should not be difficult for her... But she is such an ordinary person, neither amazing beauty nor interesting personality. Can she really stand out?

And once you enter this industry, you must be criticized by a group of strangers for their appearance and body. She is still timid with the shadow of the old days.

"Sister An Tong, I want to ask you a question," Jin Siqi finally changed his words, "If there was someone who loved you and someone you loved, who would you choose?"

"Of course I chose what I love." Chen Antong answered without hesitation, as if she was surprised that she would ask such a question.

"But..." Jin Siqi's voice softened a little, "What if this person who loves you is really good to you?"

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

She had vaguely talked to Meng Zhao before, but he was not very supportive. He felt that this circle was very messy, and what he wanted more was a simple girlfriend who could be a full-time wife for him and take care of his husband and children.

So, should we choose Meng Zhao to live an ordinary and warm life with him, or choose our own ideals? This is also what Jin Siqi often considers during this period. After all, with his own conditions, if he misses Meng Zhao, he may never meet someone who loves him like this again.

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

"...Soup." Jin Siqi was slightly stunned and answered after a while.

"So if it were me," Chen Antong's smile at this time was a little bitter. "While life is guaranteed, I would rather choose soda that I can only drink once a year than choose boiled water that I can drink at any time."

"Even if the 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 a life where I can only drink boiled water every day can really be seen at a glance."
Chapter completed!