This was the Curse Wolf cursing the Argali.
Suddenly, the number of Wolves and Sheep were equal, with each side controlling three votes.
That was why Sage Xun said that if three Wolves abstained from voting, the Sheep could never possibly vote for a Wolf.
Because that would lead to a tie, and in a tie, everyone is spared and forced back into the Maze to continue killing.
Going back to kill inside the Maze would definitely be to the disadvantage of the Sheep.
So Bai Wuzhuang said the Sheep were destined to lose.
But all of this was expected; she had long known the Argali would die.
This also confirmed her suspicion that the Curse Wolf was cautious—he only cursed those whose identities he was 100% certain of.
And what did it mean to be 100% certain? It meant targeting a Sheepling who had already used their ability.
The Argali had clearly used Protective Ability to block the Bloodthirsty Strike from Old Wolf King Qing Shaofei—this information had been revealed at the cost of Qing Shaofei’s life.
Now that Prisoner Old Mo and Tuolong had also revealed the special abilities of another Sheep, the Curse Wolf could curse with confidence.
But this was Bai Wuzhuang’s scheme.
Well, not really a scheme—it was more like riding the current.
This had nothing to do with Bai Wuzhuang; it was just her taking credit and praising herself.
The key to this move was Chi Xue.
“……”
Chi Xue had been trembling since the beginning, terrified to the point that she couldn’t even straighten her back.
So genuine! So real that even Bai Wuzhuang couldn’t tell if it was an act or true fear.
It was very likely that she was truly afraid, because in the next round she would face the restored Wolf King and the Shadow Wolf—a near death sentence.
Whether they could truly turn the tide now was uncertain; Bai Wuzhuang could only leave it to the Prophecy.
Voting was underway.
Three votes were cast against Prisoner Old Mo.
Three votes were abstentions.
The result was a tie.
Nothing happened.
Everyone was sucked into the Void Rift again and transported back into the underground Maze.
“……”
Bai Wuzhuang was sent to a small cave, all alone, without any companions.
This time, the underground Maze was almost completely dark, with the torchlight on the walls dim and weak.
It wasn’t pitch black to the point of total blindness, but visibility had become extremely poor.
She slowly raised her head, her expression resolute, and quickly left the small cave, walking through the dark tunnels.
She had to find the Bronze Bell at the center of the Maze as soon as possible.
This round could no longer be dragged out; now they were racing against time.
Even if they won in the end, if Dong Huiting was killed by the Wolves, they would still have lost.
However, finding the Bronze Bell was just an illusion.
The Wolves would never allow them to successfully ring the bell, so in the end, there was only one way to turn the game around.
Bai Wuzhuang stayed vigilant the entire time, carefully moving stealthily along the walls, walking without a sound.
The method was simple: they had to counter-kill someone.
Encountering the Wolf King was a guaranteed death, but if she met the Shadow Wolf or Curse Wolf, she could attempt a desperate battle.
Of course, the best opponent would be the Curse Wolf.
If it was the Shadow Wolf, she still had almost no chance of winning.
“Hu~ hu~ hu~”
A cold wind suddenly blew.
Bai Wuzhuang immediately stopped and crouched down sharply, backing against the wall as she looked left and right.
There was no one on either side of the passage, not even a ghostly shadow.
But Bai Wuzhuang’s heart was pounding fiercely.
She had a bad feeling; she was certain someone was watching her.
After all, Bai Wuzhuang had previously detected someone spying on her even before she’d finished undressing in the outhouse—her danger instincts were extremely sharp.
There was no way her heart would race without cause.
Just because she couldn’t see anyone didn’t mean no one was there.
It seemed she was a bit unlucky, but also somewhat lucky.
Because the person watching her was the enemy she hated most.
Bai Wuzhuang pretended not to notice anything, hunched over as she continued to creep silently along the wall like a crawling bug in the dark—weak, lowly, and fragile, breaking with the slightest touch.
And just as she turned her back, the air behind her rippled slightly.
A barely perceptible distortion appeared in space.
A cold, sharp sword tip suddenly appeared out of nowhere, mercilessly thrusting toward Bai Wuzhuang’s back heart.
But at that critical moment, Bai Wuzhuang seemed to have eyes in the back of her head and spun around sharply.
Even so, her turning was not faster than the sword, but she did raise her left hand in time to block backwards.
“Puchi!”
The Whisk Sword pierced through her palm in an instant and continued downward, finally stabbing Bai Wuzhuang’s shoulder.
“What?”
Sure enough, Junior Brother Tuolong appeared behind Bai Wuzhuang, holding the Whisk Sword and stabbing.
But he shouted in surprise, dissatisfied with the outcome, and confused as to why he had missed the mark.
Because his strike was aimed directly at her heart!
She had used her palm to block the sword tip, causing the blade to only stab her shoulder.
This white-haired woman wasn’t merely seeing through his sword path; she knew the Unmatched City Killing Sword technique inside and out.
She seemed to understand his sword style even better than he did.
“Hmph, Junior Brother, I taught you that a killing strike must pierce the heart. Looks like you took Senior Brother’s words to heart,” Bai Wuzhuang glanced sideways at Junior Brother Tuolong.
Her palm and shoulder bled profusely, but she smiled coldly instead.
“You! Could it be? Impossible!” This time Junior Brother Tuolong’s heart trembled, his pupils dilated in shock, utterly incredulous.
“You’ve always wanted to know what hidden divine skill the Bai Family possesses, haven’t you? Now, I’ll let you see for yourself,” Bai Wuzhuang snorted coldly as her left crimson eye began to emit a strange red light that swallowed Junior Brother Tuolong whole.
It felt like being sucked into an immortal’s Void Rift.
When Junior Brother Tuolong came to his senses, he found himself in a large courtyard littered with corpses.
He looked around, then down at his clothes—he was wearing night-assassin black, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.
Junior Brother Tuolong recognized the scene—it was the day not long ago when the Eight Dragons of Unmatched City slaughtered the entire Wise Dragon family.
This was Sage Xun’s home.
“What is this? Why am I here?” Tuolong looked left and right, afraid to move an inch, roaring anxiously and fearfully.
Then, from the window of the house, a man crawled out who looked half like a demon.
Focusing carefully, it was none other than Senior Brother Huilong himself.
But this time, none of the other seven senior brothers and sisters were beside him.
How could he fight Senior Brother Huilong alone?
Tuolong’s heart sank.
He turned and fled, bursting through the gate of the courtyard.
However, when he stepped outside, he found himself back in the Bai Family mansion’s courtyard, face to face with Senior Brother Huilong again.
Tuolong spun and fled wildly once more, but after several rounds, he always ended up back where he started.
It was a ghost wall! He simply couldn’t escape!
“Senior Brother Huilong, I was forced into this! I never intended to harm your family! It was the senior brothers and sisters who did it! It has nothing to do with me!”
Junior Brother Tuolong had never seen anything so strange.
He was so terrified that he dropped to his knees, begging for mercy.