“I’m not stopping her from speaking; it’s just that I haven’t finished what I want to say yet. Speaking should follow the order, right?” Bai Wuzhuang argued slyly.
No one spoke up, which was taken as silent acceptance of her nonsense.
Actually, the most surprised people present were Dong Huiting and Chi Xue. Speaking according to plan? Then why cover their mouths?
“There’s no way around it. I can’t hide my identity card any longer. Even if I risk being cursed to death, I have to stand up and speak. My identity is White Sheep, and I can verify one person’s identity card,” Bai Wuzhuang declared loudly.
Everyone’s expressions changed sharply, yet no one voiced an opinion.
After a moment of contemplation, everyone knew the ability of the White Sheep.
But the most shocked of all were still Dong Huiting and Chi Xue. The two were dumbfounded on the spot, unable to grasp Bai Wuzhuang’s true intentions.
“You little liar, you…” Dong Huiting was so frightened she wanted to say something.
“Dong Daren, let me speak,” Bai Wuzhuang cut her off again, silencing her completely.
Though she claimed she would speak, Bai Wuzhuang did not immediately say anything. Instead, she coldly scanned the group of Qi Cultivators present.
Some averted their gaze when caught by her stare, while others showed no emotional flicker and met her eyes head-on without any hesitation.
Finally, Bai Wuzhuang’s heterochromatic eyes fixed on Qing Shaofei.
“He’s the Wolf.”
She raised her hand to point, delivering the most cutting and fatal accusation.
“Slander! You little sick slave dare to defame me? You’re asking for death!”
Qing Shaofei staggered like he had been struck by a bolt from the blue, hesitated for a few seconds, then shook with rage as he shouted back.
As he spoke, it was as if he suddenly wanted to attack, trying to seize Bai Wuzhuang.
“Rumble~ Rumble~”
But at that moment, the pristine stone lions flanking the large doors twitched sharply, as if coming to life, their gaze fixed on Qing Shaofei.
“No fighting allowed inside White Tiger Hall; only verbal disputes are permitted.”
The Immortal’s calm yet authoritative reprimand echoed through the air.
This instantly halted Qing Shaofei’s intention to execute Bai Wuzhuang on the spot, freezing his raised hand midair.
“Oh? Your first instinct to kill me wasn’t to draw your sword but to raise your claws? I remember Qingfei Gang is a sect skilled in lightness skills and swordsmanship. Is the sword on your waist just decoration, or have you killed many people with your claws? Can’t change habits so quickly, huh?” Bai Wuzhuang sneered coldly.
Others looked at him with suspicion as well. Many quietly stepped back, distancing themselves from Qing Shaofei.
“Nonsense, all nonsense! Don’t believe a single word from this witch. It’s sorcery meant to confuse the crowd!” Qing Shaofei’s expression darkened further. He quickly lowered his raised hand, unable to rebut convincingly.
“You should use logic to counter my argument, not bark like a stray dog. If you’re not a Wolf, then reveal your identity. I’ve already risked everything; now it’s your turn,” Bai Wuzhuang taunted.
Knowing no fighting was allowed in White Tiger Hall, she indulged in mocking him.
“Of course I’m a Sheep. I’m a Wool Sheep,” Qing Shaofei stammered, full of obvious flaws.
“You’re a Wool Sheep? I’m a Wool Sheep too,” Dong Huiting said coldly.
“I’m a Wool Sheep as well,” Chi Xue added.
“Then I’m a Wool Sheep too!” Prisoner Old Mo shouted, adding insult to injury.
“There are only three Wool Sheep. Now there are four claiming that identity. Someone’s lying. And I believe there are still Wool Sheep among the rest,” Bai Wuzhuang said, staring at Qing Shaofei with a mocking laugh.
Claiming Wool Sheep status was the safest because Wool Sheep could not be cursed to death by the Curse Wolf.
But anyone could claim to be a Wool Sheep—Wolves could claim it, and secret identities could as well—so it was basically meaningless and pure talk.
“…”
Qing Shaofei’s face turned green and purple, sweat pouring down.
“I have a question for Bai Girl. May I?” Sage Xun spoke up.
“Go ahead, ask whatever you want,” Bai Wuzhuang replied confidently.
“You say you are White Sheep and that you identified Qing’s identity card. You only said he’s a Wolf but didn’t specify which type. There are three types of Wolves,” Sage Xun questioned sharply.
“This…” Bai Wuzhuang hesitated, then suddenly pretended to be troubled, wearing a dazed expression. Her act was slightly exaggerated and overt.
“Does White Sheep only distinguish between Sheep and Wolf when verifying identity cards? That’s unreasonable. Among us are two unknown secret identities. If you found them, what identity cards would they show?” Sage Xun pressed on, very pointedly.
Bai Wuzhuang was left speechless. Everyone looked at her with growing suspicion.
Especially Dong Huiting and Chi Xue, their minds full of questions, unable to understand what trick Bai Wuzhuang was playing.
Dong Huiting doubted if Bai Wuzhuang was even telling the truth about herself. Maybe she wasn’t White Sheep at all but just babbling nonsense. Fortunately, she understood the dangers of talking too much and refrained from pressing the issue in front of so many. This was not the time for internal strife.
Chi Xue, however, noticed deeper details and silently marveled at the astonishing wisdom of this little white-haired skinny monkey, saying nothing more.
“I have nothing else to say. I just need Argali to guard me next round, so I won’t be cursed to death by the Curse Wolf. That way, I can verify one person’s identity and help our Sheep escape alive,” Bai Wuzhuang said after a long pause, choosing not to answer the question and changing the subject.
“Why won’t you answer my question, Bai Girl?” Sage Xun pressed.
“I’ve said what I needed to say. Believe it or not, it’s up to you all. Let’s vote,” Bai Wuzhuang evaded the topic.
“Don’t believe her! I’m a good person!” Qing Shaofei shouted loudly.
“Bai Girl’s words contradict each other; she can’t be fully trusted. But I did see that prisoner at the murder scene with my own eyes. So I suggest we vote to eliminate the killer first,” Sage Xun again pointed the finger at Prisoner Old Mo.
“I finally understand. You two are a team. You’re both Wolves!” Prisoner Old Mo shouted angrily.
Tensions escalated, and the true Wolf Secret Realm officially began with this round of voting.
Bai Wuzhuang didn’t know what would happen next, but her trap was already set. Besides, she wasn’t the main target of this voting round.
Looking at Prisoner Old Mo and Qing Shaofei, both were on edge, sweating profusely, lips trembling, extremely nervous.
In the end, everyone silently wished for a successful vote as the results appeared.
Old Mo received four votes.
Qing Shaofei received four votes.
Bai Wuzhuang received one vote.
Mourning Tiger received one vote.
The final tally of the second round was a tie between Old Mo and Qing Shaofei.
“Immortal Predecessor, how do we handle a tie? Should we vote again?” Sage Xun asked the stone lions.
But the tightly shut gates slowly opened, revealing a brand-new maze before everyone.
This was probably the Immortal’s answer.
In the case of a tie, both survive—there is no second round of voting.
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