Chapter 33: A Shot to the Head (1)

  After hanging up the phone, An Yi hummed for a moment and pressed his fingertips on the incense stick in the center of the pattern.

  "Participating in a professional arena match will deduct 10 points. Are you sure you want to participate?" A dull voice suddenly appeared.

  An Wei paused for a moment and looked around.

  This was An Yi's first time hearing this familiar yet strange voice outside of that eerie world.

  "I'll join." An Yi didn't hesitate anymore.

  After the game, through a brief conversation with No. 13 Tang Lao Ya Mi Laoshu 'girl' Jian, An Yi understood some content about Tianchen's match.

  At this time, taking advantage of still having a 'substitute scarecrow' as a guarantee, many people want to participate in the Tianxian competition to be insured.

  A black 'hole' reappeared behind An Yi, but at this moment, the dull voice appeared again: "Detected special identity token, do you want to use it?"

  The special identity token purchased from the traveling peddler was immediately placed in the treasure box. An Yi had already opened it. And the special identity token that came out...

  Sniper (Permanent): Good camp; Single game, only one sniper appears; Sniper cannot see anyone's identity at night; Sniper can shoot and kill one person every night; Sniper's shooting priority at night is higher than all other identities.

  A sniper, who may have decided the direction of the story. Cheng Huang or Cheng Kou?

  Furrowing his brow, An Yi sank into thought for a moment.

  The identity of a sniper, An Yi had never come into contact with. Of course... Strictly speaking, except for yamen, thieves and civilians, any special identity, An Yi had never been in contact with. So...

  Hesitated for a moment, but An Yi finally nodded: "Use it."

  Black 'holes' extended out of chains, dragging towards Anyi's body.

  The mobile phone suddenly rang, and An Yi was slightly stunned.

  He glanced at the phone vibrating slightly on the tea table with a ringing tone, and when he saw the incoming call display number, An Yi frowned.

  It's still that 'girl' called Xiao Xiaoxiao...

  An Yi's eye twitched slightly.

  Just politely declined, An Yi believed that the other party should be aware of it. Moreover, the phone just hung up, how did you call again?

  Is there something urgent? An Yi's face changed slightly, but being dragged by the chain, he couldn't pick up the phone again.

  As he watched his body being almost completely dragged into the black hole, An Yi let out a light sigh and temporarily suppressed the thoughts related to that silly girl.

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  With almost no interval from the last game, although there was no time to adjust, after several experiences, An Yi had gradually adapted to this cruel game.

  The full moon, the ancient temple, and the bonfire are still the same scene. As all of this is imprinted on his eyes, An Yi's face remains calm, his gaze quickly sweeping around him.

  As expected... wherever he looked, An Yi didn't see a hint of panic or tension on anyone's face. It was only natural that those who dared to participate in the Heavenly Punishment Tournament were absolutely not ordinary players.

  "Announcement! This match of Tianxian has a participant with special status joining!" A dull voice suddenly reminded.

  "Special identity, Sniper! Camp, good guys! Identity allocation adjustment! Four constables, four thieves, one sniper, seven civilians. Please be cautious of the four thieves!" The dull voice's continuous reminder made An Yi's face change slightly.

  It's better to hide in the dark than to be exposed!

  The holder did not indicate that the sniper was a special identity, but being reminded of this undoubtedly made the thief aware that there was another sniper on the field.

  The bonfire ended with a dull sound and went out instantly, taking everyone's silhouette into the darkness.

  Night fell. The number 7 in front of An Yi's body slowly changed into the character '狙', paused for a moment, and then changed back to the number 7 again.

  At the same time, 15 human heads made of papier-maché appeared before An Yi.

  Looking at the sniper rifle that had inexplicably appeared in his hand, An Yi's face turned slightly pale.

  This...

  An Yi raised his sniper rifle and swept it across 15 paper-thin human heads, then...

  Then, An Yi's hands, which were holding the sniper rifle, came down again.

  On the first night, when no one else spoke up, An Yi didn't know who to target!

  If 'Luán' starts shooting and hits a thief, that's still forgivable. But if he hits an official, that would be absolutely hilarious!

  Even if you aim at civilians, it's still not allowed!

  In short... shooting without listening to speeches is too childish in An Yi's view. It's simply making a joke of one's own life.

  The brief night retreated, and the bonfire ignited.

  "Heavenly punishment! March 8th Women's Day is coming! All males are forbidden to speak! Forbidden to vote!" A dull voice suddenly appeared at the moment when the bonfire was lit.

  The people around him were still shrouded in darkness, and An Yi couldn't see anyone else, but the moment that inexplicable prompt appeared, An Yi was taken aback. Because...

  A length of hemp rope bound An Yi into a zongzi (glutinous rice dumpling) shape.

  Even more so, apart from being tied up like a rice dumpling, a roll of adhesive tape tightly wrapped around An Yi's mouth...

  Before An Yi could react, a figure emerged from the darkness.

  No. 10

  A red and white striped shirt, a man in his thirties, with large tortoiseshell glasses covering his tenth-ranked face. Only...

  Despite having a goatee, No. 10 has long hair with a big shaggy hairstyle. Moreover... it's slightly curly.

  Same here! Just like An Yi, the 10th big scarf 'wave' head was tied up tightly, and transparent tape was also wrapped around his mouth.

  A small, dark cloud floated gently over the forehead of No. 10 Big Wave Head. Then...

  A loud crack, a flash of lightning that could dispel the darkness in an instant struck down, directly striking the body of No. 10 Big Cape 'Wave' Head.

  Wave after wave of black smoke drifted from the body, no, the corpse of No. 10 Big Pao's 'wave' head. As for No. 10 Big Pao's 'wave' head's corpse... it was directly chopped into a cinder ball the size of a skin.

  No. 10's cloak 'wave' 'billow' fell off at the same time, another figure emerged from the darkness.

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  "No way! If I didn't misread the situation before we started, it seems like I'm the only 'girl' here..."

  No. 1 is a twenty-year-old 'girl' wearing a loose white sweater, quiet and elegant, but at this moment she has a speechless face.

  "This is a sniper! The first night only took down one number ten, the sniper should not have fired." Number one white 'snow' quietly nodded her head after thinking for a while.

  "Kě shí hào sǐ le, jié guǒ méi fǎ fā yán, tā shì shén me ài rén de bù zhī dào! èn...yīng gāi bù kě néng shì gè dào zéi, zài tiān qiǎo chǎng, dào zéi yīng gāi bù kě néng hái lái zì dāo de!"

  1 hào bái sè xuě fén wén jìng nǚ háizi yǔ qì bù tài què dìng: "dāng rán, yě bù néng wán quán pái chú zhè zhǒng kě néng!"

  "So No. 10 is either a yamen runner, an assassin, or a commoner, but he hasn't spoken up yet, it's unclear... Hmm, I think I accidentally talked myself into trouble." The white-robed girl with a quiet demeanor slapped her cheek in distress: "I'm indeed a commoner, not a yamen runner trying to avoid the knife, so the thieves don't need to use knives on me tonight."

  "As for who will be eliminated?" Number 1, the white 'snowflake' gentle girl hesitated for a moment: "I don't want to pretend to be a big shot, I'm afraid of being killed by the yamen, so I won't vote! Let's just get through this day peacefully and safely."

  The No. 1 white 'color' snowy gentle 'girl' finished speaking and it took a while for her figure to disappear back into the darkness.

  After a brief wait, the bonfire went out and darkness fell once again. Indeed, just as the white-robed girl with snow-white skin had said, they passed a peaceful day without incident or death.

  Free from the restraints of ropes and tape, An Yi relaxed his body slightly.

  Looking at the fourteen paper-cut human heads floating in front of his eyes, An Yi's face turned solemn.

  The first round triggered a heavenly punishment. Except for No. 1 Bai, the white-robed quiet girl, no one else spoke up.

  Since no one has spoken...

  An Yi took a look at the sniper rifle that had mysteriously appeared in his hand once again, and didn't make any move to put it away.

  Number one white 'color' snow yarn quiet 'girl', the first round didn't vote, either it's a real citizen; or it's just the first night that thieves weren't caught, hiding from the knife of the yamen.

  Only thieves or rioters are those who recklessly throw away human lives.

  The actions of the No. 1 white 'colored' snowy gentle 'girl', temporarily looking at it, seem to have no problem.

  Of course... it's also possible that No. 1 White 'Snow' is a calm and quiet 'girl' who is a psychological thief.

  Anyway, others who have not spoken out yet, An Yi is not bad at randomly shooting.

  The No. 1 white 'snow' quietly 'girl', the action of just the first circle, is even more unable to let An Yi find a reason to fire.

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  The moment the darkness receded, a dull voice suddenly appeared again: "Number Three mistakenly ingested rat poison and died from poisoning!"

  A dull prompting sound appeared at the same time, a figure emerged from the darkness.

  A casual suit of a coffee color, wearing a pair of narrow-framed glasses, in his early twenties. Only...

  Number three emerged with a purple-black complexion. Even his mouth was churning out white foam.

  His body swayed gently, and the man in the coffee-colored suit with sunglasses fell to the ground like a cut cucumber, twisting and turning.

  "Cough. What a way to die..." The No. 3 coffee-colored suit and sunglasses man muttered speechlessly, his voice echoing beside the corpse: "Isn't this a bit too unrefined?"

  "I'm a civilian! Don't question my identity, I really am a civilian. If I were a thief, I would definitely go to the police station to get a certificate or report a chaotic scene." The man in the coffee-colored suit and sunglasses emphasized again: "I really am a civilian, not causing trouble. That's it."

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  No. 3 Coffee-colored suit and sunglasses man just finished speaking, and No. 15's figure appeared immediately after.

  Blue shorts with a bare chest, sporting a flat-top haircut and wearing oversized frog-shaped sunglasses on his nose.

  At the moment when the man in shorts appeared on Beach No. 15, a dense array of nails suddenly protruded from the darkness around him.

  Rat-a-tat-tat, countless rivets, in an instant turned the 15th beach shorts-wearing, frog-eyed mirror man into a sieve. Even the frog-eyed mirror on his nose bridge was smashed to smithereens.

  "First of all, I'll reveal my identity, I'm a civilian." The man in the 15th beach shorts paused for a moment: "Number 10 was the only one who died on the first night. Thieves can't not make a move on the first night, so Number 10 must have been killed by the thief's knife. It's just unknown what identity Number 10 had when he died."

  "That night, No. 3 was killed by the heavenly punishment, poisoned to death by a rat's 'medicine'. I must have been stabbed by a thief's knife, so I recognized him as a civilian without a doubt. But...” Suddenly, the tone of the conversation changed: “No. 3 recognizing him as a civilian doesn't necessarily mean he is one.”

  "That's right, the thief died under the heavenly punishment, and it is likely that he will recognize the official and issue a people's certificate, or report to investigate the killing of the 'chaotic' scene, but it does not mean that the thief will not recognize the people! If the thief recognizes the people, it will make the official and the people think that there are still four thieves on the scene, which will have a certain intimidation effect on the official, making him hesitate when considering whether to take control of the scene. So...” The No. 15 Beach Shorts Mirror Man summarized in one sentence: "No. 3 recognizes the people, but not necessarily is the people."

  "Let's drop the water bag...". The 15th sandy short-pants toad mirror man thought for a moment: "Thief knife No. 10 should be thinking of jumping wildly. Eleven and twelve should have thieves, but this circle is mine, not eleven, so eleven should be a thief; in this circle, my words, the thief should still think of jumping wildly, that is, sixteen or one will produce a thief. I think number one should be a good person, so sixteen must be a thief. Let's drop the water bag between sixteen and eleven! That's it! They two are standing guard, don't believe them."