After finishing their conversation, the two sat quietly inside the stone cave for quite a while.
“No wonder you kicked that prisoner away in one blow—you knew he was suspicious,” Chi Xue suddenly realized.
“This Maze might not have any real Key at all. The way to enter the next round is either to find a dead body or, like just now, find a big bell and ring it to teleport everyone into White Tiger Hall. So that bell is probably the so-called Key,” Bai Wuzhuang pondered for half a minute before analyzing.
“Makes sense,” Chi Xue nodded.
“Then let’s set out to find the bell,” Bai Wuzhuang suddenly stood up.
The two left the cave and began to gropingly search the dim underground tunnels for the ancient bell.
In the previous rounds, Bai Wuzhuang would just squat silently in a corner, but this round, she was obediently going out to search?
The reason was simple—Dong Huiting was no longer by her side.
She couldn’t just do nothing and let Dong Huiting face danger alone out there.
“I want to ask—how strong are you?” Bai Wuzhuang asked quietly.
“So-so, just a little stronger than you,” Chi Xue replied.
“That’s really bad news,” Bai Wuzhuang muttered.
But then her expression suddenly turned grave as she coldly said, “The outcome will come in the next round, but this round is the key. I think the Horned Sheep is already dead, so your Sheepdog ability is extremely important.”
“Isn’t the Horned Sheep that Military Strategist?” Chi Xue questioned.
“He’s no Horned Sheep. He was testing who the Horned Sheep really is. If I’m right, he’s the Curse Wolf. Because I didn’t die last round, the Curse Wolf must be clever but cowardly—no reckless risks, playing it safe and steady. That’s the typical style of a Military Adviser,” Bai Wuzhuang explained.
Don’t forget, Bai Wuzhuang was once male and held the title of Wise Dragon.
He was a strategist among the Peerless Nine Dragons.
Meanwhile, elsewhere, Dong Huiting was sprinting through the underground Maze.
She had also been teleported alone to a strange corner, but barely taken a few steps before a shadow blocked her path—an unwelcome visitor.
“Who’s there?” Dong Huiting stopped abruptly, frost gathering in her palm as she instantly prepared for battle.
“Miss Dong, is that you?” a calm voice responded nearby.
Sage Xun pushed up his glasses and slowly emerged from the darkness.
“Stop. Don’t come any closer, or don’t blame me if my palm shows no mercy,” Dong Huiting warned coldly.
Sage Xun immediately halted, maintaining a distance.
The two were enemies, so neither dared to approach easily, but neither could retreat first—whoever withdrew first would be the coward.
“Miss Dong, I’m not a Wolf. I’m the Horned Sheep,” Sage Xun tried to explain.
“I don’t believe you,” Dong Huiting flatly refused any chance of conversation.
Sage Xun was silent, raising a trembling finger to push up his glasses.
Though this woman seemed rational and calm, her stubbornness was impenetrable. No matter how eloquent he was, he couldn’t persuade someone like her.
Besides, Dong Huiting’s Frost Technique was notoriously difficult to counter.
No one wanted to spar with her; even if they won, they’d be frozen to the bone, which wasn’t worth it.
“…”
Dong Huiting said no, but actually believed a little.
The little liar had never tested Sage Xun’s identity, so this man could indeed be the Horned Sheep.
With the Wolf King dead, the Horned Sheep’s power to activate the Immortal’s strength was critical.
She couldn’t risk dying here.
Also, the Horned Sheep’s ability could only be used once in the entire game—a decisive strike that had to be saved for killing Wolves.
If the Horned Sheep recklessly used their power, killing Sheep would cause the flock to collapse. So the Horned Sheep was the most important Sheep.
“Miss Dong, do you remember what the Toad Dragon Young Hero said? He said ringing a bell caused everyone to be teleported to White Tiger Hall. I think that bell is the Maze’s Key. After returning to White Tiger Hall and discussing, we can enter the next Maze. And since no one died last round, I think it’s best we find that bell. It’s the only one in the center of the Maze,” Sage Xun earnestly analyzed.
“Sounds reasonable, but I won’t work with you. Get lost,” Dong Huiting slowly retreated, eyes locked on Sage Xun, then vanished into the darkness to continue alone.
“How does such a small, unknown sect produce such a fierce warrior? Why remain obscure in the Dao?” Sage Xun breathed a sigh of relief as the ‘beast’ staring at him disappeared.
Everyone here could tell this woman’s Frost Technique was extraordinary, yet no one had heard of her sect or name.
Besides this Iceberg Woman, there was also Bai Mao Nü—their strategy and eloquence rivaled his, leaving him unable to dominate conversations, constantly led by the nose.
But…
Sage Xun had already laid a trap for Dong Huiting—guiding her to find the bell.
And from their brief exchange…
Sage Xun was nearly certain that the White Sheep was Bai Mao Nü.
That Bai Mao Nü had set a trap for him two rounds ago, covering her mouth and stammering, leaving him confused about who truly was White Sheep.
Claiming to be White Sheep might be a lie; the Iceberg Woman could be White Sheep, or the Fruit Woman might be White Sheep.
But now, Sage Xun saw through it all.
Though he couldn’t give a concrete reason or logic, it was the intuition of a Sage.
Unfortunately, this round he had to curse Feng Shaoye, whose identity was Shield Sheep.
So he would have to wait until the next round to curse Bai Mao Nü.
“Hope I’m not too late,” he muttered, moving toward the Maze’s center.
Elsewhere, Bai Wuzhuang and Chi Xue had been searching the underground Maze for a long time and finally arrived at the center.
Here was a square cave chamber. From a distance, a bronze bell sat in the middle of the room.
“That’s the bell,” Chi Xue was about to step forward.
But Bai Wuzhuang, quick-eyed and quick-handed, pulled her back. The two hid in a dark corner.
“What’s wrong?” Chi Xue whispered.
“Something feels off,” Bai Wuzhuang said seriously, narrowing her eyes as she stared at the bronze bell in the Maze’s center. A strange feeling stirred in her heart.
“What’s wrong?” Chi Xue was more puzzled.
“That room is perfect for an ambush. I think someone’s hiding inside, ready to attack anyone who tries to ring the bell. Because any clever Sheep would figure out that ringing the bell leads to the next round. So if a Wolf ambushes first, they can easily kill the Sheep,” Bai Wuzhuang analyzed.