NCCnovel Chapter 21 Not Trustworthy
Chapter 21 Not Trustworthy
Lin Zhi, Zhang Xu'an, and Jiang Lin were moved to a 2-meter-high stage by the power of the system.
[System notification: The second round of voting has begun.]
Please vote among the nominees. The person with the most votes will be: bound.
[Countdown: 3 minute]
The official voting began, and the six people in the audience watched the three people on stage like spectators.
"I didn't kill Song Nuan, and I'm not a servant. I hope everyone believes me. As for 8 and 9..." Lin Zhi paused and continued, "No matter who is the ghost, I swear, I have nothing to do with either of them. I am an independent and good person!"
Jiang Lin glanced at Zhang Xu'an and then calmly said, "Why is there so little information about ghosts? Because good people dare not go out on Scarlet Night. Everyone knows that without the Zhong Kui statue as a life-saving item, if you encounter a ghost, you will almost certainly die. The difference is whether the ghost wants to kill you or not!"
"But Number 8 dared to chase ghosts in the Crimson Night. Don't you think he's incredibly brave?"
"This is a real death game. I'll ask you one question: who here dares to gamble their life on it!"
Jiang Lin's voice wasn't particularly passionate, but every word he uttered was like a thunderclap, bombarding the hearts of good people.
Zhang Xu'an's expression was icy. The subtle changes in the expressions of the people below the stage made him feel that the scales of victory had tipped in favor of the enemy. But it didn't matter, because the players who were voted out in the first round of the meeting were only tied up. The cruel executions would begin from the second round.
Zhang Xu'an lowered his head and sneered before looking up at Jiang Lin again. His eyes, hidden behind his black-rimmed glasses, held a mad glint: "Trust me, vote for number 9. Don't trust me, you can still vote for me. In the next round of Crimson, I will continue to hunt down the ghosts and will tell you all the information. But listen up, everyone in the audience: if I die, I want number 9 to be buried with me!"
As soon as the words were spoken, there were exactly 5 seconds left. Everyone looked at the number plates on the virtual screen in front of them and cast their final votes.
[Voting Ended: Player #8 is now bound.]
(The final vote will not show the vote count)
The meeting ended, and everyone returned to their positions before the meeting began.
Zhang Xu'an looked at his hands, which were bound in front of him, and his face was terribly gloomy.
Zhao Wei loosened his clenched fist, wiped his sweat where no one could see, and then immediately communicated telepathically.
Zhao Wei: "That was too dangerous! I should have killed number 8 on the first day!"
Jiang Lin sneered inwardly upon hearing this.
With 10 players, if Jiang Lin can confirm that the first person he kills isn't a servant that night, he'll likely not lose, because out of the remaining 9 players, there are only 8 actual votes (ghost servants have no voting rights). Players 5 and 6 are bound together, so their faction has 56910 votes.
The only flaw is that number 6 is a servant; otherwise, the worst outcome would be a draw. If Jiang Lin can trick any good person in number 17 into voting, number 8 will definitely be tied up.
Zhao Wei was unaware that Ji Xingyi, being a good person, would vote for them, which is why he was so worried.
As for why we killed number 2, the dungeon gives the possessed player 90 seconds to attack. If the Ghost Bride doesn't kill anyone by the end of the 90 seconds, the Crimson event will end.
The information reported by No. 8 was correct. Jiang Lin transformed into a ghost bride at the incense table, circled around, passed through the study, and arrived at the garden where she found No. 23. At that time, time was almost up. Jiang Lin could tell from their conversation during the day that the two of them were definitely good people. In fact, it didn't matter who she killed, but one of them had to die.
Because if either of them lived, the kidnapping would definitely be carried out on one of them. Jiang Lin, being on the bad side, couldn't tolerate the good guys kidnapping someone. In the end, Lin Zhi was right; Jiang Lin chose to kill Song Nuan, who possessed night-vision goggles.
This tactic proved to be correct. If Song Nuan hadn't died and revealed the location where Jiang Lin became the ghost bride, Jiang Lin would have had even less grounds to argue. After all, once these women start crying, logic is practically nonexistent.
"I'll make the next cut. This number 8 can't be killed. If you kill him, you'll most likely be eliminated." At the same time, Zhao Wei's sigh echoed in my mind.
"We can't kill number 3 either. I'm planning to kill him in 14710, what do you think?"
"Number 4 might be a servant." Jiang Lin turned and left the garden, gesturing for Ji Xingyi to follow, while continuing to communicate with Zhao Wei in his mind: "Number 10 cannot be killed; he will help us deal with Number 8."
Zhao Wei, who was searching for something with Xu Lina, suddenly stopped smiling. Xu Lina looked confused. Zhao Wei patted Xu Lina on the back reassuringly and tentatively asked Jiang Lin, "What's your relationship with Number 10?"
Zhao Wei's perspective provided more information than that of the survivors, and he vaguely sensed that the relationship between Jiang Lin and Number 10 was not simple. Ji Xingyi's efforts in voting for Jiang Lin were even more enthusiastic than those of Zhao Wei, his werewolf teammate.
A barely perceptible hint of displeasure flickered in Jiang Lin's eyes, but his tone remained unchanged: "A temporary partner. I lied to Number 10 that I wouldn't kill him. In exchange, he'll vote for me. Kill Number 1 first, and in this round, I'll find someone to testify so that Number 10 will continue to vote for Number 8 for me."
Zhao Wei nodded; this explanation was reasonable enough: "So, we've already kidnapped them, then let's kill 8 first!"
With nine people on the field, eliminating just one would tie their votes together, allowing them to vote for whomever they wanted. Zhang Xu'an's presence made Zhao Wei feel threatened.
Jiang Lin: "No, we can't kill number 8. If we kill number 8, the good people will definitely side with us. Once number 10 betrays us, we will undoubtedly lose."
The same principle applies to Xu Lina.
If Xu Lina testifies against Jiang Lin and Zhao Wei in the next meeting, the remaining 4 votes from the 5 people, excluding the servant who has no voting rights, will be enough to knock Jiang Lin out of the game.
Zhao Wei took a deep breath, glanced at Xu Lina beside him, and nodded in agreement with Jiang Lin.
Jiang Lin and Ji Xingyi hid in the stable area. After using their X-ray vision to confirm that no one was nearby, they told Ji Xingyi about their plan to kill Ji Xingyi.
Ji Xingyi breathed a slight sigh of relief. If the 56910 camp was strong enough, then killing anyone would actually be a kidnapping victory.
Jiang Lin, however, was not so optimistic: "Tonight, we'll erect a statue of Zhong Kui."
The Zhong Kui statue can set up a barrier to ward off the ghost bride. In the eyes of good people, it is a life-saving tool, while in the eyes of bad people, it can also be a tool for status.
Ji Xingyi frowned: "Are you worried that Number 6 will betray us?"
Jiang Lin stepped forward and wiped away the spider webs that were stuck to the ends of Ji Xingyi's hair.
"In this game, no one is trustworthy except you and me, including my teammates."
Beneath those gentle eyes lies a frigid glacier.
No one could take away his most prized possessions, not even the all-powerful Dead Soul Island.
[System notification: The second round of sacrifices has been completed]
The number of people who completed the offering is: 15374
(Arranged in the order in which the offerings were submitted.)
[Ritual Requirements Update 3/6: This round of offerings requires Yang offerings]
Buddhist hall.
"What are you doing following me, Number 8? Didn't you suspect Number 9? Go with him!" Number 7, Tan Yu, rolled his eyes impatiently at Zhang Xu'an, whose hands were tied up with rope by the system behind him.
"Number 9 had surgery last round, so he can't have surgery this round." Zhang Xu'an said dismissively, and continued, "I'm very curious, in 5710, who is that fool!"
Tan Yu stopped in his tracks. Although he was now leaning towards 9, he wasn't entirely certain that 8 was the ghost. If 8 wasn't the ghost, then Zhang Xu'an was just calling him a fool. Tan Yu's expression was unusually serious: "Can you stop pretending to be an expert? Even if you're a good person, with your arrogant attitude, how can you possibly persuade any good person?"