Chapter Ten What is this word?

  The ancient temple, the round moon quietly hung high, is still that quiet scenery.

  An Yi's eyes widened slightly.

  A kaleidoscope of colors surrounded An Yi, completely submerging his figure in a riot of hues.

  Low-key luxury?

  An Yi's eyes twitched slightly, and he seemed to understand the so-called cover-up of his body shape, what kind of cover-up it was...

  Noticing the other nine people around the bonfire staring at him more than usual, An Yi was somewhat speechless.

  Is this low-key?!

  Wait!

  An Yi's face changed color, and his eyes scanned the surroundings again.

  Nine people? The figures surrounding the bonfire, excluding An Yi himself, were only nine people?

  Why are there only nine people? With a look of surprise and uncertainty, An Yi's face changed continuously.

  Bonfire piled up in the center, quietly burning, sitting around a figure in front of them, all branded with blood-colored numbers. And in front of An Yi's body...

  6。

  His eyes darted back and forth, and suddenly An Yi looked at No. 3 diagonally across from him.

  Fair face, a hint of handsomeness, exactly the No. 3 creamy young master on stage at that time. What's more...

  This time, the position of that young butter is 3rd again.

  "Rinse the game. Draw immediately, start..." A dull voice suddenly appeared, and above the bonfire, a roulette wheel appeared out of thin air.

  The roulette wheel is similar to the one encountered when drawing lots with An Yi, but it's much larger.

  A black skull, a knife in his left hand, handcuffs in his right hand, and his eyes fixed on the center of the roulette wheel.

  Spinning. The wheel appears for the first time and starts spinning rapidly.

  Ten pairs of eyes stared intently at the spinning wheel.

  The roulette wheel suddenly stopped, and the black skull on the left hand knife tip pointed to the grid, flashing frequently.

  The flickering light grew more dazzling and larger, while the skull wheel gradually became illusory, finally being completely replaced by the radiant light.

  The light faded away, a sheepskin scroll floated above the bonfire.

  The sheepskin scroll is pulled up and down, unfolded, and rows of words appear on it.

  Event: Sprint

  Objective: Only one person can survive (Nine deaths and one life).

  Reward: Point Pool (cumulative points of 9 deceased) Method: Random Draw (Intelligence Team)

  Intelligence Unit: The war is at a stalemate, and intelligence infiltration is inevitable. Will it be a successful purge or an infiltrative victory?

  Rule: Intelligence is composed of two-word code names and can only be obtained by genuine intelligence team members.

  One person is a spy and the others are members of the intelligence group. The round ends (after one person is executed, it's the end of the round), and identities are reassigned in the next round.

  Single wheel, sequence expressed in double characters (prohibited original character, similar character, homophone), to prove one's identity. Single wheel expression ends, after ten people vote together, the highest voted person is executed (truly dead).

  Spy, can choose intel transmission at any time (last chance before true death). If intel cut succeeds, all true intel team members die (true death).

  At the end of the cleansing round, if two people are left alive in the last single round, they will all die and trigger the "Ten Deaths Without Life"!

  The characters on the sheepskin scroll faded away bit by bit as night fell.

  A sheepskin scroll and a red brush appeared in An Yi's hand.

  Two blood-colored characters slowly appeared on the small sheepskin paper scroll.

  Soap (intelligence group member) handwriting appeared and then disappeared again after being fixed on the sheepskin paper scroll in An Yi's hand for a while.

  An Yi's face changed color as he slightly raised his eyelids and looked around at the darkness.

  Nine deaths and one life? It seems to be introducing the purpose of the cleansing match, but hidden within is a sinister plot.

  This "purpose" of nine deaths and one life has destined that in the previous moment they might be allies, but in the next moment they will become enemies!

  What you need to guard against is not just a single enemy, but also other people!

  An Yi held a red brush, pondering as he looked at the sheepskin paper scroll in his hand, and hesitated to write.

  Prohibit original shape words, similar shape words, similar sound words...

  While ensuring that the substance of the intelligence is not detected by spies, it must also prove its true identity to other members of the intelligence group.

  Soap... An Yi thought for a moment, the pen tip lightly lifted, ready to fall.

  The bonfire suddenly ignited, interrupting An Yi's actions.

  As 99 burning candles appeared, No. 1's figure emerged from the darkness.

  Number one is a chubby man in his thirties with a round face, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and always smiling.

  The sheepskin scroll in the hands of No. 1 Round Face Fatty slowly floated to his head, and two blood-red characters burst forth on it.

  Fragrant.

  Two simple characters were written on a sheepskin scroll belonging to No. 1 Round Face Chubby.

  An Yi's eyes sparkled.

  Fragrant, these two words can indeed be associated with soap.

  So...the possibility of No. 1 being a round-faced chubby person who is actually an intelligence team member is relatively high.

  Lowering her eyelids, An Yi looked at the sheepskin paper roll in her hand once again.

  The process of describing does not seem to affect writing, that is to say, as long as you write the words on the sheepskin scroll before it's your turn, it's okay. But...

  In this case, spies have more than enough time to concoct a macroscopic and trendy vocabulary.

  It's not easy to find out the spy!

  $$99 candles, one by one, eventually all extinguished, the figure of No. 1 round face chubby, once again covered in darkness.

  When the candle flared up again, No. 2's figure emerged from the darkness.

  No. 2 is a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl with explosive hair, her hair dyed in red, white and green, full of little girl's aura.

  The little girl No. 2 seemed to be chewing gum in her mouth, and after revealing the dark side, her five fingers were still tightly wrapped around that red pen, writing on the sheepskin paper roll.

  Even... No. 2 little girl occasionally uses her hand to wipe the sheepskin paper roll again, as if revealing that she is not very satisfied with her own expression.

  As one candle after another went out, 2's little face, heavily powdered, began to show beads of sweat.

  The candles didn't slow down one bit due to No. 2 Little Sister's rhythm, and continued to go out one by one.

  When about half of the candles went out, No. 2 Little Sister let out a sigh of relief and finally put down the red pen in her hand.

  The sheepskin scroll belonging to Little Miss No. 2 slowly floated up and hovered above her head, revealing two crooked characters on it.

  Awesome!

  The little girl No. 2 has been tossing back and forth, and finally wrote out a statement.

  The statement can be linked to soap, but...

  Wearing No. 2 little girl's revealing outfit, especially those ultra-short shorts, somehow makes people have some fancies.

  $$No. 3 Butter Boy seems to have been prepared for a long time, with a calm face but a confident smile flickering in his eyes.

  At the moment when the figure of No. 3 Cream emerged from the darkness, the sheepskin scroll in his hand slowly floated up.

  Yellow.

  Two blood-colored characters were displayed on a sheepskin scroll belonging to No. 3 Cream Little Fresh Meat.

  Yellow? An Yi nodded thoughtfully.

  Using yellow to represent soap is also understandable. After all, there is a kind of transparent soap in soap, most of which are yellow. And...

  The third butter young man as the third expression, without following the trend, is indeed unlikely to be a spy.

  $$ No. 4 is a stout big fat man wearing a black suit.

  Just... Number 4's fat face in the suit was already quite oily and greasy, and with some messy hair, it gave off a somewhat sloppy feeling.

  Perhaps due to being unprepared, the figure of Fatso No. 4 emerged from the darkness, and he could still be seen wiping away sweat from his face with all his might.

  Probably due to tension, coupled with the fact that he was overweight and had overactive sweat glands, the 4th suit's chubby face didn't have its sweat wiped clean, but instead seemed to be sweating even more.

  The candles went out one by one until the moment when almost all of them had burned out, and then the fat man in suit No. 4 finally put down the red pen in his hand.

  White.

  A piece of sheepskin parchment floated up from No. 4's fat suit pocket, with two characters printed on it.

  The sheepskin paper roll, and the figure of Fatso in his No. 4 suit, did not continue to reveal itself for too long, and was soon shrouded in darkness.

  $$White? An Yi furrowed his brow.

  Strictly speaking, No. 4 suit fat man, suspected of following the wind No. 3 butter young master. However...

  Distinguish from yellow, the fat man in suit No. 4 wrote a white one, which can barely rule out the possibility that he is a spy. Moreover, there are indeed many white soaps.

  $$Just as An Yi was pondering in thought, he noticed the figure of No. 5 appearing and slightly froze for a moment.

  It's not that I've seen No. 5 before, but rather...

  Green!

  No. 5 was a slender man in his early forties, wearing an old-fashioned military uniform. His face was expressionless, with no signs of anxiety or tension. Only...

  Green?

  The yellow of No. 3 Butter Boy in front, and the white of No. 4 Suit Fatso are nothing to be surprised about, but this green of No. 5 Slim Military Man...

  Is there green soap?

  An Yi thought for a moment, and soap indeed comes in green. In fact, it comes in other colors too.

  In front of a yellow and white, 5th thin military uniform man again describes green, can't help but have some suspicion of following the trend.

  An Yi was unclear about other people's thoughts, but at this time, he couldn't help but have some suspicions about the thin man in military uniform No. 5.

  $$The candle was lit again, and An Yi's figure emerged from the darkness.

  Quietly, he picked up a red pen and gently lifted the nib, and two characters fell onto the sheepskin paper in his hand.

  The red pen was put away, and the sheepskin paper rolled up in An Yi's hand slowly floated upwards to the top of his head.

  Very slippery.

  Two ordinary words represent An Yi's statement.

  As all the candles went out, An Yi's gaze shifted, looking towards the next figure that emerged from the darkness. But...

  When the darkness covering No. 7 receded, An Yi's face suddenly turned ugly.

  $$No. 7 is a boy of about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a pair of large, old-fashioned black-framed glasses for nearsightedness, and on his face, which seems to be born with some dullness, there is a faintly strong sense of vibration.

  The content of the statement may have been written by No. 7 nearsighted boy long ago, and in the moment when his shadow appeared out of the darkness, the sheepskin scroll that belonged to him had already floated up.

  Dignity.

  This boundless vocabulary is hard to associate with the expression of that dull and near-sighted boy No. 7. But... this is indeed his expression content.

  Two inexplicable characters, but many people can associate with soap at first glance. But...

  The statement of the 7th near-sighted boy not only proved his identity to others, but also revealed very accurate information to the eavesdropper!