Mo Shouchen sat down on the ground in shock, but Fatty No. 5 did not rush out of the screen. After he hit the screen, the screen shook violently, and then the TV automatically turned off.
"This spiritualism is so bad, I almost died of being frightened to death by the ghost I summoned!"
Mo Shouchen patted his chest, but he was just complaining. After so many exercises, this little scare was nothing to him, and it didn't even reach the level of extracting adrenaline.
After spending the second night without any danger, Mo Shouchen quickly caught up on his sleep. When he woke up and went downstairs, the short-haired girl No. 8 had already prepared dinner.
After going downstairs, Mo Shouchen carefully observed everyone's reaction after seeing him. If anyone showed surprise, then this person was probably the undead who wanted to kill him last night.
But except for Elite Man No. 1, who greeted him with a smile, the others nodded expressionlessly at most, and no one showed any surprise at all. It seemed that these people were secretly masters.
After dinner, Elite Man No. 1 began his opening remarks before voting.
"Everyone is alive. It seems that the exorcist made the right choice last night. The spiritualist should also know the identity of No. 5. You can choose to stand up and tell everyone, or hide it in your heart. This is all yours.
Right, well, I started speaking yesterday, so let’s start from the 8th today.”
The short-haired woman No. 8 nodded and said: "I think if the exorcist was not guarding me yesterday, then he should be able to jump out and say who you are guarding, then this person must not be an undead, and tonight you
You can also protect yourself without fear of being killed by the undead."
After listening to the analysis of short-haired girl No. 8, everyone else nodded frequently, thinking that what she said made sense.
Then it was the turn of the man with glasses No. 7 to speak. He looked timid and seemed very nervous. Under the urging of the elite man No. 1, he finally said hesitantly: "I... I dance as a fortune teller!"
No one expected that the weak-minded man with No. 7 glasses would dance as a fortune teller at this time. Everyone turned their attention to him, which directly caused him to become so nervous that he could not speak.
"Oh, you're hesitating like a girl, but you're talking, it's so annoying!"
The sloppy uncle No. 6 next to him was a little impatient, but in response to his rude remarks, the man with glasses No. 7 not only did not show any dissatisfaction, but even took the initiative to apologize.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I talk like this when I'm nervous. Well, I jumped into the fortune teller. What I checked on the first day was No. 3. He was not an undead. What I checked on the second day was..."
The man with glasses No. 7 lowered his head and glanced at the elite man No. 1 carefully with his eyes, seeming a little scared.
"What are you afraid of? The exorcist is still alive, isn't he? He can protect you tonight, but you can't die!"
The sloppy uncle No. 6 was so anxious that he stamped his feet. If the players were not allowed to hurt each other, he would probably have been unable to resist kicking the bespectacled man No. 7.
Under the urging of the sloppy uncle No. 6, the man with glasses No. 7 closed his eyes and finally plucked up the courage to reveal the next day's test.
"The one I checked the next day was No. 1. His identity was... an undead person."
Everyone looked at Elite Man No. 1. He sat up straight and twitched the corners of his mouth twice, as if he wanted to defend himself. However, when he thought of his own rule not to interrupt others, he
He gritted his teeth and endured it.
The next few people's speeches were all mentioned in one sentence, because everyone wanted to hear how Elite Man No. 1 defended themselves, especially Mo Shouchen. In his mind, he always thought that Elite Man No. 1 had a good status.
When he thought that he was found to be an undead, his thoughts were suddenly disrupted.
Finally it was Elite Man No. 1’s turn to speak. His face turned red from suppressing his efforts. He stood up impatiently, then pointed at the man with glasses No. 7 and said righteously: “He is lying, he is not a fortune teller at all.
, because I am the real fortune teller!”
Hearing the speech of elite man No. 1, Mo Shouchen couldn't help but frowned. He didn't expect that two people would dance as fortune tellers. It was really lively now.
Elite Man No. 1 continued: "The one I checked on the first day was No. 4, because her identity was not undead, so I dared to vote for No. 5 with her. Yesterday, the one I checked was No. 6, and he was not the same."
Undead, everyone is voting for number 7 with me this round. Look at the hesitant way he spoke just now, you can tell he is lying."
"I'm not lying. I really found out that No. 1 is an undead." The man in glasses No. 7 defended in a low voice. His eyes were evasive and he did not dare to look at the elite man No. 1.
Seeing that the man with glasses No. 7 was so unsure of what he was saying at this time, the elite man No. 1 smiled. In his opinion, he had already won.
At this time, the little boy No. 2 suddenly said: "Now there are two people dancing as fortune tellers. One of them must be an undead, but this round I think we should keep both of them to see who will die tonight."
, the one who died is the real fortune teller, the remaining one can just be cast out tomorrow."
"What you said makes sense, but if they all stay, who should we vote for today?" Short-haired woman No. 8 asked.
The eyes of the little boy No. 2 swept across everyone's faces, and finally his eyes rested on the sloppy uncle No. 6, and said: "The fortune teller who jumped first, No. 7, said No. 1 was an undead, so I think
One should be chosen from the two people tested on No. 1, and I am inclined to eliminate No. 6."
"Hey! Little bastard, what are you talking about? Believe it or not, I will twist your head off and play it with a ball!"
When the sloppy uncle No. 6 heard the little boy No. 2 pointing the finger at him, he angrily pounded the table and threatened, but the little boy No. 2 was not afraid of him at all and even raised his middle finger at him.
Elite man No. 1 waved his hand towards the sloppy uncle No. 6, telling him to calm down, and then said: "No. 2, please don't mislead everyone. I have already checked that No. 6 is not an undead. I must vote for No. 7."
, and I will check your identity as No. 2 tonight!"
The sloppy uncle No. 6 also said: "I also voted for No. 7. I told you last time that I am a villager. No. 2 also pointed the finger at me. I think he must be in the same group as No. 7."
, both of them are undead, we will vote out No. 2 tomorrow, and the villagers will definitely win."
The little boy No. 2 smiled strangely and did not refute the sloppy uncle No. 6. He just said: "Exorcist, remember to protect me tonight. Some people don't like me."
"you……"
"Okay, you two, stop arguing."
Elite Man No. 1 maintained order for a while, and then said: "I believe everyone has counted in their hearts now. It is still the old rule. I will count one, two, and three, and everyone will vote together."
