When the vote was over, Su Mingan waited in the white space for a while. After a while, he was teleported back by a force.

He opened his eyes and saw that he was still sitting in No. 1 position, and the other players were back. However, unlike before, a voting panel appeared on the long redwood table.

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"What...what?" Andrey held his hands on the table, still feeling a little unbelievable: "Wait, wait a minute, I'm not a werewolf! My identity is an ordinary good person! I'm really just an ordinary good person!"

Several players lowered their heads, and Lin Jiang even sank his entire head, as if he was afraid of being in love with him.

"I, I just jumped into the guard and just wanted to live. I just wanted to live. I'm really not a werewolf..."

When one player made his last words, other players could not speak, so in the huge square, there was only Andre who almost roared.

In fact, Andre has not experienced death yet.

Because of his strong strength and his courage to rush and fight, he has always been in the world game. Although he was just an ordinary fitness coach before the game started, his passion for survival in the wild kept him alive.

But now... he is really in front of death, even if it is not the real death, he is afraid.

There was still dark blood left on the gallows. The corpse of the town was dragged away, and the shoes that had struggled and fell were still in place, empty.

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He wanted to say something, but the mayor's ghostly figure gradually appeared in front of the twelve people.

"You have forty seconds to have last words, travelers from the outside world." The mayor looked at him with a smile: "Please say something useful to your fellow citizens."

"Damn it!" Andre gritted his teeth: "You dead old man, why are you laughing at? Do you think you are great? Let us kill each other and get light for your town? Why should we do this?"

"This is all the will of Lord God..." The mayor shook his head: "I have no choice... but I admire your sacrifice. No matter what your identity is, Traveler No. 8."

"——!" Andrei clenched his fist: "I thought it was a game, it was a playhouse that was discussed like this. It was so boring! You guys, just play it yourself, you don't know if Su Mingan and Lu Shu were killed! I was a werewolf, and my whole family died-!"

"You put your face on it, try it, and put it all?" Su Mingan glanced at him.

"Outsiders, please don't speak when others say their last words." The mayor said to him: "But our relationship is good, and I can forgive you this time."

Su Mingan smiled faintly and turned his head.

And at this moment, the 90-second last words ended.

Andre instantly found that he could not make a sound even if he opened his mouth. The next moment, an invisible force dragged onto his body, suddenly pulled him away from his seat, and pulled him towards the gallows in the center.

He seemed to want to roar and shout, but he couldn't scream. He seemed to want to break free from the force that bound him, but it was useless. His burly body was still pulling towards the gallows in an unstoppable manner.

“——!”

Finally, he barely twisted his neck and looked back.

On the blood-stained gallows, a rough nosell was slowly lying on his neck.

There was a clear fear in his eyes, and blood spread instantly. He soon found a stool under his feet, with shoes stained with blood.

The townsmen came out from somewhere. They lowered their heads, muttered words, and spoke in words that others could not understand. They clasped their hands together, as if praying.

The mayor slowly walked to him with a very compassionate expression, and then the dragon-headed crutch slowly reached the corner of the stool.

"...You have been exiled, poor traveler." The mayor sighed slightly, but his movements in his hand did not hesitate at all.

"Bang."

The stool was swept away by a staff, making a trembling sound in the square.

Several players who were a little reluctant closed their eyes.

The rope made a traction sound that made people tooth-stricken. The next moment, Andre, who was hung onto the gallows, was suddenly strangled by the rope, and the force brought out directly broke his cervical spine in an instant!

The neck was suddenly strangled by the rough hemp rope, and the man's body suddenly lost strength, swaying around the rope ring and struggling unconsciously, like a fish that was rid of water.

But soon, his figure became completely quiet, and the sky light slowly covered his dark figure, and his whole body was hanging like a black crow that had been killed on the hanging platform.

The warm spring breeze blows the ropes that gradually calm down.

"Ahhhhhh!" Lin Jiang hugged her head and fainted on the table in fear.

The other players finally found that they could leave their seats. They stood up without their sight, moving as if they had been sitting for a long time.

The barrage in Su Ming'an's live broadcast room has exploded.

In fact, since the moment he said he was a witch and said that Lu Shu was a prophet, the barrage had become chaotic:

Snatch and grab grab and grab.

Su Mingan left the seat and didn't even look at Andre who was hanging. He heard a prompt from the system:

And the next moment when I heard the system prompting that I could move freely, some familiar fluctuations unfolded in an instant.

...Time field.

Su Mingan had long expected that this person would take action, and it is highly likely that this is the time.

He looked opposite.

Edward was walking over from his seat, and beside him, the other players who could be called top, stopped at the moment when the blue field was unfolding.

As soon as the blue field spread, only Su Mingan and him were left.

"...You are really brainless, Edward." Su Mingan said.

...It is undeniable that Edward was really portrayed quite successfully by those people.

At the end of the First World and Second World, many players on the list had real materials. But when the original groups gradually gathered together, Zhai Xing's original power gradually gathered.

...A artificial "top player" like Edward gradually appeared.

Although people realize that once the one-year world game ends, Zhai Xing's pattern will change greatly, and some of his original status and wealth will gradually lose value.

However, in terms of the current combat power of players, they are still limited to the individual's strength, and are far from reaching the level of being able to withstand guns and nuclear bombs.

...This means that people still have confidence in the original Zhai Xing power.

After experiencing the first period of chaos, once the assembly is completed in the main god world, the group can choose those who have been lucky enough to fail and have been controlled by them, gather resources to make the strong stronger.

Instead of looking up at the organizer who seems to be unable to resist, it is better to take advantage of this opportunity to make a big deal, seize the opportunity to re-rank all the forces on Zhai Xing.

...Edward is such a product.

As a young man in his twenties, he is not so strong that he is extremely strong.

But behind the players on the list... there are many people behind the scenes.

Although there are still hidden concerns about whether players will escape control, there are still variables in reality.

But it is undeniable that it seems to be successful now.

Edward's desire for the position of "No. 1 Player" seems to have far exceeded his thinking about the overall situation.

He was fascinated by words, halos and flowers. He thought he was noble and had a group of fans attracted by his strength.

...But he did not come back to his senses from the sudden change of the world.

The young man's pursuit of the most powerful blood is a good catalyst for him to think he is righteous and bright, but gradually fall into it.

Whether it is Zhai Xing or World Games, he is just a puppet in the hands of some people.

"I should have advised you a long time ago." Su Mingan said.

As early as the Third World essay, he persuaded the other party with words... but it was obvious that they did not see it, but instead thought it was a declaration of war.

A person who only has the "strongest" in his mind and has no overall situation has become the sharpest knife.

So now... he doesn't want to give in because the other party passed the level perfectly.

...The other party is worthless.

"It's inexplicable." Edward didn't want to say much to this strange person, so he stepped on the mahogany table and rushed over.

The barrage in the live broadcast room was flowing. Su Mingan noticed that many people were posting barrage.

This means that Edward's time stop is not a real time stop, and it cannot affect the main god space. It may be essentially just an isolated field. Within a certain range, the time of the two of them was slowed down.

This means... the other party is not that invincible either.

"Did you forget that I still have a bottle of poison in my hand?" Su Ming'an didn't move, and looked up at him.

"Are you a witch?" Edward pointed at him with a little doubt.

"At least you shouldn't be a werewolf," said Su Mingan. "Edward, I know you want to defeat me, but will you really help you get to power despite the overall attack of the camp? Hunter."

Edward's expression stopped slightly.

Although he was not stupid enough to shout out "How do you know I am a hunter?", the shock that his identity was suddenly revealed still surged up in an instant.

...Players will clearly know their identity.

But the other party...

"No one has already understood the prophets with you. You know that you are a fake prophet. I am a real witch. Lu Shu was stabbed on the first day. He was a real prophet." Su Mingan said: "Even if you kill me here, my clone will act at night, sprinkle poison on you, and Lu Shu was stabbed again - are you really confident that you can win the final victory in the good camp?"

Edward's hand holding the sword tightened slightly.

A smile rose on his face, with a hint of unspeakable sarcasm in his smile: "...will you ignore the overall situation and sprinkle poison on me?"
To be continued...