“The first to speak is you. Please begin your speech. Then, in clockwise order, each person will speak in turn. By the way, after the voting session, everyone will be [sealed]—no further opinions can be expressed. So if you have any information, make sure to say it clearly during your turn.” The Mysterious Immortal Phantom’s voice was cold and stern as it announced the start of the speeches.
The person it referred to was none other than Wushuang City Junior Brother Tuolong.
The King’s Ocarina Tuolong carried indeed emitted a faint glow, indicating that he was the one who discovered the body.
But all ten people were alive—there was no corpse, no victim at all.
“I’ve been looking for the key alone, probably somewhere near the center of the maze. I found an Ancient Bell there and rang it, and then things turned out like this. I haven’t seen anyone else, and I have no information. That’s all.” Tuolong explained with an honest and simple expression.
Next, according to the clockwise order, the second person to speak was Qing Shaofei, who stood beside Tuolong.
“I’ve already said what I need to say. Brother Feng, I consider you a confidant. I didn’t expect you to team up with that white-haired little demon girl to slander me. I’m very disappointed in you. I’m still voting for that mischievous little demon girl.” Qing Shaofei glared at Bai Wuzhuang as he pointed at her, snorting coldly.
“I have nothing to say. I have my own unique hiding techniques—you won’t find me.” The third to speak was the Runner Bodyguard Sang Biao.
“I don’t trust any of you. I’m also searching for the key alone.” The fourth was Divine Seal Bodyguard Er Xiaozi.
These two bodyguards were, as usual, just going through the motions during their speeches, but Bai Wuzhuang could now be fairly certain they were both on the side of good.
The problem was that these Jianghu types, who trusted no one but themselves, were good people only in name—they were the kind who purely dragged the team down.
“As long as I trust no one, no one can deceive me,” Bai Wuzhuang muttered softly.
“What did you say?” Dong Huiting’s ears were sharp enough to catch that.
“Hey! You two, no whispering! That breaks the rules! Where’s the Immortal? Speak up!” Qing Shaofei shouted angrily across the Dead Victims’ Altar.
Bai Wuzhuang and Dong Huiting didn’t continue their conversation—it had just been a passing thought anyway.
“Shut up! The Sheep are all voting with me. This guy must be the Wolf King! This round, we have to work together to take him down!”
The fifth speaker was Brother Feng, who stepped forward loudly rallying votes, determined to kill Qing Shaofei.
“Exactly! I support you! This person must die today! Otherwise, we can’t continue playing!”
The sixth to speak was Prisoner Old Mo, who strongly supported Brother Feng. The two had formed an alliance to eliminate Qing Shaofei.
Qing Shaofei’s face darkened more and more, huge beads of sweat pouring down his forehead.
He was exposing himself more and more thoroughly, and more people were standing against him. This time, he might not be so lucky.
“I’ve been hiding… no, I’ve been looking for the key. I haven’t met anyone. I know nothing. That’s all. But I will vote for Qing Shaofei—I trust she’s a White Sheep.” The seventh was Chi Xue, her speech also perfunctory.
“I vote to kill Qing Shaofei. Pass.” The eighth was Dong Huiting, who crossed her arms with an icy, merciless gaze, delivering a ruthless and brief speech.
She only appeared as a silly little fool in front of Bai Wuzhuang, but to outsiders, she was absolutely an Ice Mountain Valkyrie.
Without the Immortal’s power, none of the Qi Cultivators present would be her match.
Yet Jianghu was never so simple—what made a prestigious sect strong was their ability to unite and use cunning schemes.
It was now the ninth speaker’s turn: Bai Wuzhuang.
In an instant, all eyes turned to her—angry, puzzled, entertained, admiring, expectant, and some secretly murderous.
It was clear that this weakest little sickly slave had a high presence in this Secret Realm of Murder, with a sharp mind and an important identity card.
Surely she would have some profound insight to share?
“I’m still alive, which means the Curse Wolf hasn’t cursed me. From this, we can analyze this person’s personality—they are very cautious. Without certainty, they won’t make a move, even if their own teammates are exposed; they won’t risk it to try and save them.” Bai Wuzhuang’s opening words were full of information, even subtly sowing discord.
“You!” Qing Shaofei grew furious.
“No interruptions.” A low murmur from the Immortal echoed.
“…”
Qing Shaofei’s anger was now uncontrollable; his mind was boiling.
“Although I said last time that the Horned Sheep protected me, I can confirm the Horned Sheep actually protected themselves. How do I know? Because the Horned Sheep used their own turtle shell to block the Wolf King’s attack, which is why they survived. So Curse Wolf, you can curse the Horned Sheep in the next round. They protected themselves last round; they won’t be able to this time. The curse will definitely kill them.” Bai Wuzhuang sneered coldly.
“You!” Brother Feng was shocked.
But the next moment, an invisible force sealed his mouth so he couldn’t utter a sound.
“Don’t be anxious, Brother Feng. Even if I don’t say it, the Curse Wolf would definitely deduce it. Your escape from the Wolf King has only one possibility. A smart person, a terrifying wolf—he is the greatest enemy of our Sheep herd.” Bai Wuzhuang said as she glanced sideways at Sage Xun.
Everyone followed her gaze toward Sage Xun.
She seemed to have said nothing, yet somehow everything was made clear.
But she wasn’t done: “This round, let’s all vote to eliminate the Wolf King. If the Horned Sheep and Black Sheep are still alive, next round we kill the Curse Wolf. Then Brother Feng, you might survive. Start praying to see if the Prophecy is on your side. Also, this round I verified someone’s identity—they’re good, so I won’t elaborate. Alright, your turn.”
Finally, the last person to speak was Sage Xun.
He stood beside Tuolong, so he spoke last.
But speaking last was an advantage, as after his speech came the vote—his call held the greatest weight.
“…”
Sage Xun pretended to think for a moment, then said calmly, “At this point, to clear my suspicion, I can’t hide my identity—I am the Horned Sheep, not the Curse Wolf.”
His words shocked everyone, throwing the situation into chaotic confusion.
Bai Wuzhuang’s eyes scanned the crowd, watching their expressions change.
Everyone was puzzled, but none showed extreme seriousness or anger, nor did they act like someone had been forcibly assigned an identity.
Could it be…
The Horned Sheep was already dead?
The Horned Sheep was one of the two who died at the very beginning?
This was not good.