Chapter 29: Take turns speaking

This third round dragged on for a very long time…

Bai Wuzhuang lay on the stone bed, hands clasped behind her head, staring at the ceiling, finally able to calm her mind and review all the details.

In two rounds, two Qi Refiners had died—Hunter Big Brother and Square-faced Big Brother.

Both were killed by Qing Shaofei, the Wolf King. The other two wolves hadn’t made a move; they were cowardly wolves. But these cowardly wolves who knew how to hide were the most terrifying of all.

Excluding the three known wolves, Bai Wuzhuang was a White Sheep, Feng Shaoye was a Horned Sheep, Dong Huiting was a Wool Sheep, and Chi Xue was a Sheepdog.

The identities of the two young escorts and Prisoner Old Mo remained unknown.

The two deceased Qi Refiners’ statuses were also a mystery.

Therefore, the Horned Sheep and Black Sheep among the flock still had unknown conditions.

Those two who died might have been Black Sheep, struck down by the Wolf King before they could even use poison.

But the Horned Sheep should still be alive—if attacked by wolves, he could fight back, and the wolves wouldn’t remain unscathed.

Hopefully, the two who died were Wool Sheep, which would be more beneficial to our flock.

But the Horned Sheep might also be a fool who got killed outright by the Wolf King, never even able to use his abilities.

Though that possibility was slim—Hunter Big Brother and Square-faced Big Brother didn’t seem like soft targets like Feng Shaoye.

Even Feng Shaoye could quickly raise a shield to block the Wolf King’s attack; those two definitely would have been able to react.

If only the Horned Sheep and Black Sheep could be found and let them take out the three wolves, that would decide everything.

Too bad, too bad. If only I were the Horned Sheep or Black Sheep—what use is being a White Sheep and a Time Rewinder?

But perhaps the Immortal had already seen through my abilities and deliberately set this restriction; otherwise, this Secret Realm of Murder wouldn’t be very interesting.

“Lady Dong, I forgot to mention—this round, I designated Prisoner Old Mo for inspection,” Bai Wuzhuang suddenly stood up and said.

“Why that prisoner?” Dong Huiting asked.

“Because he’s very likely to be a good person. I need to clarify his identity to prepare for the next step,” Bai Wuzhuang answered.

Dong Huiting found that reasonable and continued to crouch behind the wall, staying vigilant outside the cave entrance.

“Dong!”

After a long wait, the Deceased’s Ocarina finally sounded, but the note was more like a bell toll than a flute.

“Here it comes,” Bai Wuzhuang smiled faintly.

The two of them were again sucked into a Void Rift and transported to White Tiger Hall.

At the same time, Bai Wuzhuang briefly entered an illusionary realm to retrieve Prisoner Old Mo’s Identity Token.

His identity was: [Weasel]!

Ability unknown; this information would unlock under specific conditions.

……

When she opened her eyes, all the living had already gathered at White Tiger Hall.

Bai Wuzhuang didn’t immediately observe the others but was stunned and puzzled by the identity information she had just received.

“Something wrong?” Dong Huiting noticed her confusion and quietly asked.

“No,” Bai Wuzhuang shook her head.

Regaining her composure, she looked around and counted how many people were still alive.

“Ten? Everyone’s alive?” Chi Xue slid over to them and had already spoken the answer in advance.

Bai Wuzhuang and Dong Huiting frowned; indeed, all ten were alive.

Tuo Long, Sage Xun, Qing Shaofei.

Bai Wuzhuang, Lady Dong, Chi Xue.

Mourning Tiger, Er Xiaozi, Prisoner Old Mo, Feng Shaoye.

“Since all ten are alive, then how did the Ocarina sound?” Bai Wuzhuang questioned.

Everyone exchanged bewildered looks, confusion evident.

“Brother Feng! What’s wrong with you? Are you alright? Why are you injured?” Qing Shaofei suddenly shouted anxiously, his tone full of concern and sincerity.

Only then did everyone notice Feng Shaoye was standing alone against the wall in a corner. The dozens of lackeys who had been with him were all gone without a trace.

His face was pale, his spirit weak, his thigh wrapped in thick bandages, and he was barely standing with the aid of a wooden crutch.

“No wonder White Tiger Hall feels so empty. What happened to your men? All dead?” Prisoner Old Mo commented sharply.

“Don’t give me that fake sympathy! You all killed my men! Even took a chunk out of me! He’s a wolf! He really is a wolf! He’s the Wolf King!” Feng Shaoye’s face turned deathly pale with rage as he glared fiercely at Qing Shaofei, raising his crutch and cursing.

“Huh? What nonsense are you talking about? I’ve never even seen you!” Qing Shaofei retorted loudly.

“Look at how many of your men are missing. I killed them! When I confronted him, he suddenly summoned a Wolf Claw to attack me. Fortunately, I had Divine Martial Skill protecting me, or he would have ambushed me successfully!” Feng Shaoye’s tone was filled with endless anger and was quite convincing.

“Don’t falsely accuse me!” Qing Shaofei’s defense sounded weak.

“That white-haired slave also said you’re the Wolf King! I didn’t believe it before and even voted for you, but now I see I was wrong,” Feng Shaoye swung his crutch again, pointing at Bai Wuzhuang.

His wounds reopened, blood soaking through the bandages, forcing him to crouch in pain.

So real!

If this was all acting, he would be unbeatable.

“Nonsense! Don’t believe him! He’s slandering me! I know it—you’re the wolf! You and that prisoner are wolves!” Qing Shaofei shouted, pointing here and there, roaring with anger.

It seemed he had finally grasped the essence of this Secret Realm of Murder—thick skin and brazen lies.

“What about me? Am I not a wolf? You coward!” Bai Wuzhuang suddenly jumped into the fray, insulting Qing Shaofei.

“You! You’re a wolf too! Now all three wolves have shown themselves!” Qing Shaofei’s veins bulged as his finger trembled, unable to point, clenched fists gathering power.

“You know what? When you chased me just now, do you know where I was hiding? I was inside that stone cave, watching your brainless self walk right past outside. The gesture from the brother I killed was faked by me—you actually believed it? You’re truly clueless, hahaha,” Bai Wuzhuang laughed loudly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Qing Shaofei looked like he understood far too well.

“Heh, it gets better. We even secretly followed you, watching you try to become sworn brothers with that young master, then suddenly ambush him. It was Lady Dong who saved that young master. Now he’s here to expose you—aren’t you furious?” Bai Wuzhuang continued to taunt.

Qing Shaofei couldn’t hold on; his eyes bloodshot, dizzy with anger, almost unable to stand.

“Quiet! Next is the individual speaking round. Each person has three minutes to speak. No interruptions allowed. After everyone has spoken, we will proceed to voting.”

Just as everyone descended into chaos, the Mysterious Immortal Phantom slowly appeared, taking charge of discipline and preventing White Tiger Hall from turning into a noisy market.