212: Chapter 212: Werewolf (Thirteen)

"Big sister, you really aren't likable."

Little Witch stared straight at Qian Ye, the red light in her eyes flickering on and off.

"Are you human?"

Qian Ye looked at her with a half-smile.

Don't you have any idea what kind of thing you are?

...

Little Witch was choked for a moment.

Then she continued, "What are you talking about, big sister? Little Witch doesn't understand."

"Ever since Little Witch has had memories, she has lived in Wu Village."

The implication was, how could it possibly be as Qian Ye said?

"Is that so?"

With a teleport, Little Witch hadn't even reacted to the person who suddenly disappeared.

The next second, a pain in her abdomen.

She saw the hong ling umbrella that was usually held in Qian Ye's hand piercing her abdomen.

Black blood flowed out continuously.

"Well, do you still say you are human now?"

Qian Ye tilted her head, pulling the umbrella tip out with a calm expression.

...

So stabbing her was just to prove whether she was human or not?

I was just going through the motions.

You clearly know I am not human.

Little Witch's expression twisted for a moment.

Consider her unlucky.

"Big sister, you really have personality."

"I hope you have good luck next."

After speaking, her whole person turned into black mist on the spot and disappeared.

At this moment, the sky was slowly changing.

The blackness quietly faded away, revealing a grey, hazy sky.

The night ended.

The werewolves disappeared too.

Qian Ye continued to poke at the characters on the stone.

There was still no change whatsoever.

"Hmm, what should I do next?"

...

At the ruins of the ancestral hall, Hu Yuan gasped for breath, just lying on the ground casually.

Looking at the whitening sky, he let out a sigh of relief.

He had finally made it through.

Around him, everything smelled of blood.

His body was also covered in dense wounds of all sizes.

Hearing footsteps, Hu Yuan turned his head slightly.

Very good, it's the big shot.

She finally remembered him.

At this moment, as the night faded, the true forms of those werewolves were revealed.

Some corpses hadn't changed and were still in the form of werewolves.

Some corpses, however, had reverted to human form.

Hu Yuan suddenly realized.

So many corpses were lying here.

Just how many werewolves were among them?

With so many corpses, could it be that only he and the big shot are left among all the players?

Hu Yuan swallowed his saliva.

Does that mean it's almost clear...

"Ding-dong!" A sound that seemed like an alarm clock.

It rang out abruptly.

Hu Yuan looked at the big shot who had no reaction, preparing to speak up to remind her.

The next instant, his head spun, and he lost consciousness.

"What... happened?"

Qian Ye tilted her head slightly, looking at the sky.

She caught that momentary distortion right in the act.

Suddenly, the surrounding scene kept retreating, disappearing, and reorganizing.

In the grey space, these scenes changed again and again.

Finally, it settled on a certain node.

"Ding-dong!" It was that sound again.

Space distorted again.

The resulting dizziness made Qian Ye blink her eyes.

Opening her eyes again.

The familiar ancestral hall.

The familiar players.

And the little tot on the table in front of her.

Qian Ye stared at Little Witch's body, raised an eyebrow, and said nothing more.

"Hee hee, alright, the game is about to begin."

"It is dark, please close your eyes."

Qian Ye looked around and discovered that those players were still the same ones as before.

As Little Witch's voice fell, Qian Ye found that her vision turned directly into darkness, and she couldn't see anything.

Even though red light circulated within her eyes, Qian Ye's vision remained completely pitch black.

Very good.

This is what piques her interest.

Qian Ye grinned, the upward curve of her mouth impossible to suppress.

"Confirmed: there are five werewolves present. Witch, you have one bottle of poison. Do you wish to use it?"

The air froze for a moment.

No one answered.