213: Chapter 213: Werewolf (Part Fourteen)

After a long while, Little Witch repeated again.

"Witch, you have a bottle of poison, will you use it?"

"You have a chance to eliminate an opposing player, you know."

"Whichever faction's members reach zero, that side wins~"

Little Witch wore a sweet smile, each sentence filled with suggestion.

For the players, the victory she spoke of meant they had successfully cleared the level.

It was hard not to be tempted.

Even if they accidentally killed someone from their own faction, so what? As long as they ensured their own survival, that was enough.

Amidst the silent night, a rough voice rang out.

"Use it."

In the darkness, it was unknown whose lips were curling upwards.

The next second, the darkness before their eyes receded, and they were back in the familiar ancestral hall, with faint candlelight flickering around them.

Hu Yuan gazed at the stone statue on the altar, becoming more and more mesmerized the longer he looked.

He kept feeling like those eyes were familiar.

Immediately, he looked at Qian Ye, who was beside him, and whispered, "Big Boss, I don't know if it's just my imagination, but I keep feeling like everything here is somewhat familiar."

It would have been fine if he hadn't said anything, but the more he spoke, the more familiar Hu Yuan felt; when he closed his eyes, it seemed as if several pairs of eyes glowing with red light appeared before him.

Hearing this, Qian Ye raised an eyebrow, her eyes flashing with amusement as she looked at him with a half-smile, "Perhaps this is your second time sitting here!"

Hearing this, Hu Yuan scratched his head. What did that mean? Hadn't they just arrived at the ancestral hall?

But looking at Big Boss's gaze, Hu Yuan always felt she wasn't joking.

Could it be that everything happening here had already happened before?

"That can't be, right?" Hu Yuan stared at Qian Ye.

She tugged at the corner of her mouth, "Hee hee, who knows?"

Hu Yuan...

You acting like this just makes it seem even more suspicious.

As their conversation ended, Little Witch's voice sounded again.

"This night, a peaceful night."

As her voice fell, the players looked at each other in dismay.

"How is that possible? Didn't the Witch use a bottle of poison!"

Hu Yuan glanced at the person who spoke. It was that guy named Wang Ming again, always showing off.

"Ahahaha..."

Little Witch, on the table, clutched her stomach and laughed non-stop.

"Hahahaha~"

"I... I never said that using poison meant it had to kill someone!" Little Witch stared at him eerily.

"Then what kind of poison is that!"

Wang Ming's sinister gaze locked onto Little Witch, trying to discern some clue from her expression.

Unfortunately, there was nothing.

Only a faint sense of contempt as she looked at them.

It was exactly this feeling.

Wang Ming's expression became even more sinister.

Just an NPC, a mere little kid, yet she dared to look at him like that.

Kill her!

Kill her!

The voice in his mind grew closer and closer.

Carrying temptation, leading him step by step.

Kill her~

"Kill you!"

Wang Ming, who had been furious a second ago, now seemed soul-snatched, attacking straight towards Little Witch.

His skill hit the table, but the person on the table had vanished.

"Hehehe~"

"The night is about to descend, good luck to you all!"

"Have a sweet dream, everyone~"

Leaving behind these words, Little Witch's voice completely disappeared.

With his target gone, Wang Ming's eyes regained their clarity.

"Damn it, what just happened?"

He clutched his head, his mind blank. He only remembered that moment when he was about to explode with rage.

No one around him paid him any mind.

Now, while it wasn't dark yet, the most important thing to do was to search for clues.

Whether there was some deeper meaning in those words.

People dispersed one by one.

Soon, only Qian Ye and Hu Yuan remained in the ancestral hall.

Hu Yuan just accompanied Qian Ye, staring at the stone statue.

"This werewolf looks surprisingly realistic!"

Hu Yuan couldn't help himself and wanted to reach out and touch the crouching wolf.