The revolver returned to Bai Tang’s hands once again.
Seeing the watching bizarre creatures gradually showing dissatisfaction, the girl’s heart sank deeper and deeper. She could not drag this out any longer.
It was almost dark.
For humans, the danger level of Long Night in this world was completely incomparable to White Day. If she could not return to the general store before Long Night fell, she would truly be in danger.
She had to figure out exactly how the werewolf was cheating and end this bet as quickly as possible.
Seeing the girl suddenly stop, urging voices gradually rose around her.
Stupid Bai Tang, calm down quickly and use that clever little brain of yours to think hard! What exactly did you miss!
Wait, could it be…
Bai Tang suddenly recalled a doubt she had noticed earlier. During the first round when the starving ghost died, and in the second round when the scarecrow’s substitute died, the werewolf had shown obvious hesitation both times.
What was he hesitating about?
Bai Tang refused to believe the werewolf was the type to feel remorse over a life ending.
So, were the two deaths affecting his judgment of the live round’s position in the cylinder?
Death… death… dead… blood?!
Could the factor affecting the werewolf’s judgment of the live round’s position be fresh… no, or rather, the blood scent in the air that suddenly became hundreds of times stronger?
“Hehe~”
Bai Tang couldn’t help but curl her lips. She understood.
The werewolf’s method of determining the live round’s position relied on his sense of smell, which was hundreds of times sharper than a human’s!
“Miss Bai Tang, why are you suddenly smiling?”
Under the blindfold, Werewolf Eric frowned.
For some reason, he suddenly had an ominous premonition. A chill ran down his back.
“Nothing.”
It was time to end this game. Bai Tang raised the revolver to her temple and pulled the trigger.
Click—!
This shot was a blank.
If it had been earlier, Bai Tang would have set the gun down right there. After all, with both sides already knowing the live rounds’ positions, spinning the cylinder had lost its offensive value.
But this time, Bai Tang did something unexpected. She spun the cylinder.
The werewolf’s wolf ears twitched as he caught the sound and sneered.
“Miss Bai Tang, why go through the extra trouble? The trap you set is ridiculously obvious to me.”
With that, the werewolf reached out to take the revolver from Bai Tang’s hand.
“Is that really the case?”
Bai Tang tilted her head with a look of feigned confusion and handed him the revolver.
However, just as the werewolf was about to take it, the girl’s small hand suddenly loosened without warning. The revolver slipped from her grasp and fell to the floor.
“Oh no, sorry! My hand slipped!” the girl cried out in surprise.
Before the bizarre creatures could react, Bai Tang quickly bent down and fumbled for the fallen revolver.
Just as she had expected, her fingers found a patch of sticky liquid that was beginning to congeal — the blood that had splattered onto the floor when the starving ghost’s head exploded in the first round.
By the time the crowd realized what was happening, Bai Tang had already picked up the revolver.
She made sure the entire surface of the gun was coated in the thick smell of blood.
“Mr. Werewolf, why don’t you guess whether the next shot is a blank?” Bai Tang handed the blood-smeared revolver to the werewolf.
The girl’s entire series of actions looked completely natural and had been carried out under countless watchful eyes. Nothing seemed out of place.
It was nothing more than a harmless little accident.
“You… you did that on purpose?”
The moment he took the revolver, a thick, pungent stench of blood rushed into his nose, completely overpowering the gunpowder scent.
The werewolf’s body stiffened instantly. Cold sweat broke out across his back.
“Hm? What do you mean, Mr. Werewolf?”
Hearing the tremor hidden in his voice, Bai Tang knew she had guessed correctly, but that did not stop her from continuing to play dumb.
His sharp sense of smell — the key to his survival — was now completely useless. Whether or not to spin the cylinder suddenly became an impossible decision.
Had he lost?
Lost to a mere human girl!
The werewolf’s face gradually twisted into a ferocious expression. Under the black blindfold, his eerie green wolf pupils slowly turned blood-red as bloodlust took over.
Bai Tang’s arms instinctively bristled with fine white hairs from the danger.
This was bad. He looked like he was about to stop playing fair.
“Please proceed, Eric. Second player to shoot.”
At the critical moment, the tavern owner — the Barrel Butcher — spoke as referee. His hoarse voice carried an undeniable tone of command that forced the werewolf back to his senses.
Calming down, the werewolf realized he had nearly broken one of the Goat Tavern’s taboos. A wave of fear washed over him.
If he had really lost control and attacked the human girl just now, the tavern owner would have dragged him into the back kitchen and chopped him to pieces!
“Sorry,” the werewolf replied, forcing himself to stay composed.
He spun the cylinder to avoid the “trap” Bai Tang had set, pressed the barrel to his temple, and pulled the trigger.
Bang—!
It was a live round!
The bullet tore into his head. Scalding blood sprayed outward as the werewolf fell backward onto the tavern floor.
The entire tavern fell into a deathly silence.
Before today’s game of Russian roulette had even started, no one had imagined that Eric — the one most skilled at this game — would lose and pay with his life.
Even less so that he would die at the hands of a human they all looked down on.
The game was over. Bai Tang removed her blindfold. Her eyes stung slightly from the sudden rush of light.
She stared expressionlessly at the werewolf lying in a pool of blood.
Winning this game brought Bai Tang no real benefit. It had only preserved her life. That was simply how things were for humans in this world — endless unprovoked malice would always come knocking until one side killed the other.
“An interesting game~”
At that moment, a clear, girlish voice rang out from not far away.
A figure in brown slipped through the crowd and approached. She was not tall. A brown hood covered most of her face, making her presence extremely easy to overlook.
She had been sitting in a corner of the tavern watching the entire time, yet Bai Tang had not noticed her at all.
The girl removed her hood, revealing a human face. She smiled brightly, freezing Bai Tang in place.
Bai Tang’s eyes widened. Her expression turned somewhat dazed. She could not believe there was another human on Undead Street besides herself.
Until the next second, when the Eye of Breaking Delusions provided the information.
[Name: Theresa Delina] [Race: Demon Hunter] [Level: Fierce Ghost Level] [Alignment: Chaotic Good] [Description: A human of the hell world. One of the rare just existences. Her appearance and physiology are identical to humans, yet she possesses power far beyond ordinary humans. She travels the world accepting bounties to hunt evil.] [Additional Information: The genes that grant demon hunters their immense power often come with certain personality flaws. They frequently engage in bizarre behavior that lands them in dangerous situations.]
So she was not a fellow countryman after all?
Bai Tang withdrew her gaze and wiped the smile from her face.
“Why do you look so bitterly disappointed the moment you see me?!” the demon hunter girl exclaimed in frustration. “You’re so rude!”