Apocalypse: I'm the Landlady of the Refuge

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: Werewolf Kill

Chapter 65: Chapter 65: Werewolf Kill

The Clown rose to his feet with ease, taking the word card from Phoenix’s hand, which read—

[Ignorance]

This word…

Ji Wanwan shook her head.

Even for someone with both hands intact, this word would be difficult to illustrate, let alone for the Clown with an injured right hand.

The Clown went to the whiteboard and picked up the pen with his left hand, awkwardly starting to draw.

His posture was awkward, his lines crooked and twisted.

Team B’s trio, driven to desperation, scratched their heads in frustration, completely unable to understand what the Clown was trying to convey.

The 30 seconds passed in a blink of an eye.

Looking at the chaotic mess on the whiteboard, Team B players’ morale shattered, their faces ashen as if they had been drained of spirit by a female ghost.

Butterfly couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

Team B glared at her instantly.

The 10-second answering time elapsed in a flash, with Team B failing to provide the correct answer, scoring 0 points for the round.

The scores of the two teams were now: Team A 0 points, Team B 10 points.

With only one round of the game remaining, it was still as hard as ever for Team A to beat Team B.

And Team B wasn’t about to make it easy for them to guess the answers…

Following Phoenix’s rhythm, the fourth round began.

Through playing odds and evens, Whale from Team B was picked to draw.

The word he received was [To quench one’s thirst with a picture of cake].

Thinking back to the Clown’s chaotic attempt, Whale decided to give it a shot and started to scribble randomly as well.

Butterfly’s face darkened instantly.

The 30 seconds ended, leaving Butterfly ashen.

But in the next second, the glass beneath Whale cracked open.

“Ah——”

With a scream of terror, Whale quickly summoned Water Energy to keep himself afloat, his face filled with disbelief.

“Why?!”

His angry roar was swallowed by the shouts of the audience on the -3rd floor.

In the giant screen.

Phoenix provided his answer, “Mr. Whale was eliminated for playing the game negatively, intentionally scribbling in order to affect the fairness of the game.”

Whale’s face paled as he clumsily avoided the zombies on the water waves.

So that was it; it was indeed so!

His own clever plan had backfired!

But at that moment, his regrets were too late!

Phoenix looked at the remaining four, “The fourth round of the game is voided, an additional round will be added, please have Team B select someone to draw through rock paper scissors.”

This time, Rooster was the artist.

The word card Rooster drew was [Vigor of the Dragon-Horse]

Dragons and horses were both difficult to draw; with just 30 seconds, he couldn’t possibly depict the essence meant by the phrase “Vigor of the Dragon-Horse.”

As expected, Team A did not score any points.

The voice of Phoenix held a trace of cruel delight, “The game is over. Team B wins; congratulations to Mr. Rooster and Mr. Penguin. The two esteemed guests are invited to move to the audience stands on -3rd floor to await the subsequent auction.”

Rooster and Penguin were overjoyed, bursting into laughter immediately.

Meanwhile, Butterfly and Clown looked utterly defeated.

Just as Phoenix was about to pronounce the verdict, Butterfly suddenly moved, and countless vines appeared out of nowhere, rapidly filling the entire Conference Room 3.

“Boom!”

The four wall-mounted guns fired simultaneously, igniting the vines in an instant.

In the raging flames, Butterfly’s screams of agony could be heard.

The fire burned for about two to three minutes before a cloud of steam rose, and the flames in the room were extinguished in seconds.

The scene inside the room was once again exposed to everyone’s view.

The delicate and frail Butterfly now lay on the ground, blackened and bloody, his mask also destroyed by the fire.

The once delicate face was now unrecognizable. Butterfly’s eyes were wide open in death, adding to the desolation.

Next to Butterfly was a mound of earth; in it was the Clown who had activated Earth Energy just as the fire started.

Looking at the mound, Phoenix delivered the verdict, “This round, Team A has failed. The losers will enter the Corpse Fighting Arena to fight zombies.”

As the words fell, the glass beneath the mound of earth opened, and the Clown, along with his mound of earth, fell…

At the same time, Phoenix turned her head towards Conference Room No.2.

In her eyes was a sick and deranged anticipation and excitement that sent chills down Ji Wanwan’s spine…

What was inevitable would eventually come.

On the giant screen at Level -3, the white-haired man appeared once again.

The atmosphere in Conference Room No.2 instantly grew heavy; Green Snake’s twisting movements became more frequent, as if it were a real snake.

Scorpion’s energy fluctuations also began to destabilize, clearly on the verge of going berserk.

Ji Wanwan silently moved closer to Wen Yuheng.

The white-haired man spoke, “Tsk, tsk, tsk, it’s over just like that, boring…”

“Boom—”

A blinding flash lit up, and Ji Wanwan squinted instinctively.

“Only the last item remains, so let us look forward to their performance!”

“You little trash! Tremble!”

“Start quickly!!”

“I can’t wait any longer!!”

“Hahaha, I’ve seen through these losers’ fears!”

“…”

As the white-haired man’s voice faded, Level -3 erupted into another wave of frenzied shouting.

With the arrival of Phoenix, the clamor reached its peak.

When Phoenix entered, she was still holding the tray, but now only one card remained on it.

Phoenix stood firm, her gaze sweeping over the crowd: “Esteemed guests, good day!

Please elect one person to draw. After the drawing is complete, everyone must follow the respective rules of the game they draw. The winning side may leave the cage, and the losing side will enter the Corpse Fighting Arena to fight zombies.

You have one minute to elect. If the drawing isn’t done in one minute, everyone will enter the Corpse Fighting Arena.

Now then, please start the election!”

Green Snake snorted disdainfully, “There’s only one card left, what’s the need to draw?”

Phoenix’s gaze, along with the wall-mounted guns, targeted Green Snake at the same time.

This overtly warning action made Green Snake shut her mouth instantly.

She uncomfortably shifted her waist, “Anyway, it has to be drawn, so, everybody, you don’t mind if I do the drawing, right?”

No one present made a sound.

Green Snake tossed her hair and gracefully stood up to take the card from Phoenix’s tray.

The card read—

Werewolf.

Phoenix’s eyes curled, “Wow! Werewolf! That is the most interesting game tonight!”

It’s another one of those murderous games!

How damnable!

The elderly Scorpion didn’t quite understand Werewolf, looking eagerly at Phoenix, waiting for her to explain the rules.

The latter put down the tray, “Now, let me briefly explain the rules.

In the game, players are divided into two camps: the Good camp and the Werewolf Camp. There are 10 players now, with 3 werewolves, 3 villagers, 1 Prophet, 1 witch, and 1 Hunter.

The Werewolves win if all the villagers and divinity roles are dead, and the Good side wins if all the werewolves are dead.”

“Wait a minute!” Scorpion, confused, raised his hand, “3 werewolves, 3 villagers, 1 Prophet, 1 witch, 1 Hunter, that’s nine people! What about the tenth?”

Phoenix’s smile deepened, “There is also a God, who does not have to participate in the game!”

Scorpion’s eyes lit up instantly, “I want to be God!!”

Phoenix shook her head, “All roles must be determined by drawing.”