CHAPTER 298: CHAPTER 298: DEADLY GAME

The shadowy voice was hoarse and hollow, carrying a trace of an intoxicating allure as it reached everyone’s ears.

Besides the shadow, there were twelve people in the hall.

However, Baiyu remembered that the old man had gathered at least sixteen or seventeen people from various places. The missing few had eerily vanished without a trace...

No.

It shouldn’t be death, but disappearance.

They had already disappeared before entering the castle.

Vanished into the black mist in the air.

And the reason was certainly due to stepping outside the range of the old man’s lantern.

The dangers of the Spirit Realm were far more terrifying than Baiyu had imagined.

Now that they had entered this castle, it was likely impractical to leave hastily; they could only listen to what the shadow wished to do.

The rest of the people clearly shared the same thought, eyes fixed on the shadow.

The shadow didn’t keep them in suspense.

Its hand, wreathed in black mist, rested on the table, tapping lightly: "Ahem, every so often, some ’guests’ from various places break in here.

The Silent Castle was never meant to be open to outsiders.

However.

Since you all managed to enter, it must be fate.

Hohoho.

Coincidentally, I am extremely bored every day, so whenever guests arrive, I play a little game with them."

The shadow snapped its fingers, and a spinning wheel appeared in the center of the table.

The wheel was covered in densely written text, with each section in a different color.

Swish.

As soon as the wheel appeared, it began to spin automatically.

The shadow extended its right hand, and a black flying blade formed in its palm:

"This is a small game from the Human World called the dart wheel.

Every section of the wheel represents a different game.

Some games, you can pass easily and win your desired prizes. Other games, however, may result in most losing their lives.

Everything is left to luck and fate’s decision, but that’s the charm of the game."

Everyone turned their heads, watching the constantly spinning wheel.

Whish!

The sound of something cutting through the air reached their ears.

The blade pierced the wheel with force, causing its spin to slow, and after more than a dozen turns due to inertia, it finally came to a gradual stop.

They all fixed their gazes.

The blade was embedded in a red section.

Written in Mystical Language were the characters "Real Werewolf Kill."

Baiyu furrowed his brow.

Werewolf Kill.

A type of tabletop game.

Its essence is the confrontation between the werewolf camp and the good camp.

The game is divided into day and night sections; during the day, the good camp can vote out one person, while at night the werewolves can kill one person.

There are some special werewolf cards and good cards with unique effects.

But the essence of winning the game does not change.

If all werewolves are voted out or die, the good camp wins.

If villagers or Divine People in the good camp perish, the werewolves win.

Of course.

The rules may vary in different sessions.

But the game is about the confrontation between the two camps, with werewolves camouflaging within the good camp, creating confusion and misdirecting, making the good camp make wrong judgments.

The good camp, on the other hand, needs to identify the hidden werewolves and vote to exile them.

These rules are mostly familiar to Duan Yiren, Baiyu, and several other members of the Human Race. After all, the tabletop game had a considerable audience and was always popular.

However, a few of the alien people did not know the human game’s rules.

This became an innate advantage generated by luck.

The shadow’s fingers tapped lightly on the table, "I have given you the rule book for the game, and I must remind you, besides winning the game, your main objective is to find clues to leave the castle.

This game is quite interesting.

Next, this is your stage in the castle, and I look forward to a splendid performance, yohoho."

The shadow emitted a sharp laugh, and the body exploded with a bang, disappearing from the hall.

On the long table.

Twelve people looked at each other.

In front of them, there was a card and a page of rules.

The rule book described the rules of this game.

"The werewolf camp needs to disrupt the actions of the good camp, preventing them from leaving the castle. The good camp, under the influence of the werewolf camp, needs to find a way to leave the castle.

Every day, the good camp has an hour’s public voting discussion time, after which they are randomly transported to any place in the castle.

During the day, the good cannot be killed by werewolves.

And at night.

If at any point a good person is killed by a werewolf, the Black Night will end immediately, and the day will dawn."

Baiyu carefully read through the rule book.

There were slight changes compared to the traditional Werewolf Kill.

The werewolves’ goal is to prevent the good from leaving, while the good’s goal is exactly the opposite.

After that.

He picked up the card in front of him.

As soon as the card came into contact with Baiyu’s body, it shattered into light spots, and then a dull, hoarse whisper sounded in his ears:

"As a fool, you have one chance to resist the public vote."

"When you are voted out, you won’t be eliminated; instead, your identity will be revealed, you will lose voting rights, and you’ll remain in play."

The whisper explained the effect of the Identity Card in his ears.

Baiyu looked around at the others and noticed that most people’s expressions had subtly changed; they had probably also learned their identities at this moment.

This game... is a bit tricky.

Soon, after everyone had read their Identity Cards, the chandelier above the hall emitted a powerful light, engulfing the surroundings.

Everyone instinctively closed their eyes.

Clatter... Pop.

The scene before them shattered like a mirror, and when everyone reopened their eyes, they were already in a closed Western-style room.

The room was large.

The main hall behind the doors alone was several hundred square meters, with wooden floors laid out.

The walls were adorned with exquisite oil paintings.

Most were in the Impressionist style, expressing the artists’ unrestrained and rebellious hearts.

Almost everything was made of wood, using fine materials, including furniture and railings.

The fireplace burned quietly with firewood.

There was no chandelier in the room, but there were kerosene lamps hanging on the walls and golden candlesticks placed on the dining table.

The candlelight filled the surroundings.

Food was scattered on the floor.

Several chairs lay askew by the dining table, stained with grease.

In this hall, the most conspicuous was the large mahogany dining table in the center.

The eyes of all the people gathered on the tabletop.

Most of the food on the table had already grown moldy, emitting an unpleasant odor. Wine and soup were spilled on the tablecloth and floor, long since dried into spots.

The place was in complete disarray.

As if, in the midst of a family dinner, someone had suddenly gotten into a fight.

Everyone was observing and familiarizing themselves with the surroundings, maintaining mutual vigilance.

Baiyu estimated the time.

It should now be within the last hour before "nightfall," which was the safe activity time for the good players. When night fell, the werewolves could kill the good.

His Identity Card was the Fool.

This was a Divine People Card, able to defend against one public vote.

As for whether other cards had additional effects, he wasn’t sure, but since the rules stated that werewolves could kill at night, there shouldn’t be an unbeatable situation, right?

At that moment,

as the situation grew tense, a man in a coat stepped forward: "My Identity Card is the Prophet. Every night I can learn the true identity of one player..."