“……”
After finishing speaking, Sage Xun also observed everyone’s expressions carefully.
He was doing exactly what Bai Wuzhuang was doing—trying to detect who the Horned Sheep was through subtle facial cues.
Now that the Wolf King had been exposed, his fate was basically sealed.
Because Sage Xun’s words showed no intention of sparing Qing Shaofei, it was clear he didn’t care if Qing Shaofei died. The Wolf King had already killed two people and no longer held any value.
So the only remaining active attacker was the Horned Sheep—the key figure that would determine the outcome of this Secret Realm of Murder.
After all, from the rules knowledge everyone had gained, only the Wolf King and Horned Sheep had active attack abilities.
But in reality, other identity cards could also gain attack powers, and that person would become the turning point of the battle.
Once Sage Xun finished speaking, they moved directly into the voting phase.
No one was allowed to speak anymore; their mouths were bound by immortal power.
All they could do was hold the Deceased’s Ocarina and silently vote in their hearts.
Soon, the votes were revealed.
Prisoner Old Mo received three votes.
Qing Shaofei received five votes.
Runner Bodyguard Sang Biao received one vote.
Divine Seal Bodyguard Er Xiaozhi received one vote.
“……”
Although unable to speak, Bai Wuzhuang’s lips curled slightly into a smug, sly grin. She chuckled quietly to herself inside.
This vote tally made everything very clear.
Three Wolves had pushed votes onto Prisoner Old Mo, but this time their push failed.
No good Sheep would believe Qing Shaofei’s lies.
By the third round, at last someone was voted out.
At this moment, only one person’s expression completely broke down, overcome by a mixture of anger and fear, losing all reason.
“You damned little demoness! I’ll kill you!”
Qing Shaofei suddenly leapt onto the altar with a stomp and a roar, flying toward Bai Wuzhuang. Drawing his sword midair, a cold gleam flashed—today he was determined to kill this little wretch.
Not just him, a few surviving members of the Qingfei Gang surged forward as well, their swords aimed at Bai Wuzhuang.
Dong Huiting, seeing this, immediately moved to strike back.
“No need,” Bai Wuzhuang stopped her with an outstretched hand, then stepped forward and turned her back to the incoming blades.
She faced the oncoming killing swords with her back—utterly cool and composed.
Because at the next moment, the Mysterious Immortal Phantom suddenly appeared behind Bai Wuzhuang.
In an instant, Qing Shaofei and his gang froze in midair, as if time and space had solidified.
They could neither move nor even land.
“Exile.”
The Immortal Phantom simply flicked its finger forward.
Qing Shaofei and his gang instantly turned to dust, their bones crushed and scattered, utterly erased without a trace.
The Immortal Phantom stood behind Bai Wuzhuang like a god descending from the heavens, protecting this little sickly slave.
But of course, this wasn’t out of kindness. Bai Wuzhuang was just riding on the Immortal’s authority.
It was all due to the rules—the unlucky Qing Shaofei had been voted out by everyone, so the Immortal stepped in to eliminate him.
The other cultivators stared in stunned silence at this unfathomable power, unable to comprehend it yet secretly yearning for such strength.
Because isn’t this exactly why everyone toils so hard practicing cultivation?
“Hu! Hu! Hu! Hu!”
Without warning, rifts tore open in the void, sucking everyone inside.
In the blink of an eye, Bai Wuzhuang grabbed Dong Huiting and Chi Xue with both hands, and the three of them entered the next round as a team.
“Sisters, let’s stick together—I’m a good person too.”
At that moment, Prisoner Old Mo shamelessly slinked over, wanting to join their group.
But Bai Wuzhuang’s face darkened as she delivered a flying kick straight to Old Mo’s face.
However, her kick felt as soft as cotton on his face, and he might have been chuckling quietly all the same.
Still, Bai Wuzhuang used his momentum against him, taking the chance to retreat swiftly and escape into a void rift, unwilling to be mixed in with that prisoner.
But after entering the rift, they discovered the spiral force inside had grown much stronger, forcibly separating them and sending them flying apart.
……
“Sigh?”
Once everything settled, Bai Wuzhuang found herself thrown alone into a single mountain cave room. Her two sisters couldn’t follow her.
Just moments ago she had been confidently turning her back, but now Bai Wuzhuang began to sweat, her body weak and uneasy.
Without Dong Huiting by her side to protect her, she was just a Level Five Combatant—anyone could kill her easily.
And don’t think encountering a Sheep meant safety.
The righteous side had too many perverts who were long suppressed and craved exactly this kind of chaos.
Bai Wuzhuang realized that without Dong Huiting, she was practically helpless.
Before, she could wander freely; as long as she didn’t run into the Wolf King, there was little danger.
But now, it felt like death lurked everywhere, the darkness enveloping everything.
She also noticed the underground tunnel’s candlelight had dimmed significantly, drastically reducing visibility.
“Hu~ Hu~ Hu~”
What was more terrifying was that Bai Wuzhuang suddenly felt a cold wind behind her.
Her instincts told her someone was already watching her from behind.
“Who’s there?” Bai Wuzhuang was fearless—if she died, she died. Just bad luck.
“Is that you? Little White Hair.” A voice full of charm called from the darkness.
“Is that you? Barefoot.” Bai Wuzhuang breathed a sigh of relief and slowly turned her head to look.
Out of the darkness stepped a familiar figure—none other than Chi Xue.
([Weasel] ability unlocked: When a Wolf dies, the Weasel inherits its ability and joins the Wolf faction.)
At that moment, a flash of information crossed Bai Wuzhuang’s mind.
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” Chi Xue kept asking.
“Didn’t you get the message?” Bai Wuzhuang raised an eyebrow.
“What message?” Chi Xue’s small face looked even more confused.
“……”
Bai Wuzhuang didn’t think she was pretending.
So it seemed only she had received this message? No, the dead Wolf was Qing Shaofei, and the message was originally meant for the remaining two Wolves.
But because Bai Wuzhuang, as a White Sheep, had detected the Weasel’s identity, she also received the message when that ability was revealed.
In other words, there were four Wolves in total, and the Wolf King had been resurrected.
That made sense—shepherd dog Chi Xue was also part of the Sheep faction, so the remaining hidden identity must belong to the Wolves. That made things more balanced.
However, this was definitely bad news for the Sheep.
“What exactly happened? Your face looks terrible.” Chi Xue asked.
“The Wolf King has come back to life,” Bai Wuzhuang said solemnly.
“Ah? Didn’t we vote the Wolf King out?” Chi Xue was shocked.
“This isn’t the place to talk about it.” Bai Wuzhuang flicked her face and started to slip away.
The two of them hid back in a nearby cave, crouching by the entrance to discuss quietly.
“The other hidden identity is called the Weasel. Its ability is that when a Wolf dies, it inherits that Wolf’s power. That means the Wolf King has revived again, and there are still three Wolves left. I’m afraid only I and the two Wolves know this, because I detected the Weasel’s identity last round,” Bai Wuzhuang explained seriously.
“Weasel…” Chi Xue shivered after hearing that.
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