After listening to Su Mingan's words, several people's eyes narrowed.

Yurikulu was the first to be dissatisfied: "You say we are all ghosts?"

"Stop pretending." Su Mingan looked at him: "From beginning to end in this game, I am the only one."

"Impossible! I can clearly see my identity." Yurikulu said immediately.

"Okay, stop pretending. I didn't say I wanted you to die." Su Mingan said calmly: "There are only two purposes for a 'ghost' to pretend to be a 'human'. One is to hide his identity and avoid being exiled. The other is to

It is to gain the trust of 'people' and kill 'people' to gain victory."

He spread his hands: "But now, I am the only 'person' in the whole game, and you can't kill me. The latter goal can no longer be achieved. It is better to drop to a lower level and try to achieve the former goal. You are right.

Come...Fol."

Foer immediately wanted to refute, but looking at Su Mingan's murderous gaze, he hesitated for a moment and closed his mouth again.

Su Ming'an had seen him kill other players and was sure that he was a 'ghost'. If he refuted it again, he probably wouldn't live long.

He suddenly realized the reason why Su Mingan chose to talk to him first.

Because...he only has a chance if he joins Su Ming'an's side. Now there are five people, and Su Ming'an has already controlled Yamada Machichi's vote. With him, he can control the situation.

He realized what Su Mingan was going to do.

"I agree, I'll report it!" Foer reacted, immediately changed his position, and began to slander people casually: "I saw Yurikulu found the oracle but didn't submit it, he must be a 'ghost'!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Yuriclu yelled angrily, but his words were very sincere: "There are no other players around me at all, you are slandering me!"

"Don't worry." Su Mingan said: "Yuri Kru, let us vote for you, how about it? As we have analyzed before, 'people' should try their best to disguise themselves as 'ghosts' in the conference room in order to obtain

Strength bonus is the right thing. You are a bit exposed."

Yurikulu was silent.

He suddenly discovered that the first player had set a dead end for him.

...As early as when the other party firmly believed that he was the only 'person', this situation was already under the control of the other party.

"Or, Erwin, do you want to give it a try? Let us vote for you for a round? Do you mind getting a 100% strength bonus?" Su Mingan looked at Erwin who was silent.

"..." Erwin knew this was a temptation, but he really didn't dare to agree. He knew what the situation was like now.

The first player is clearly playing dirty tricks.

The other party is determining whether everyone is really a 'ghost'.

"Okay, so I've said it all." Su Ming'an looked at their reactions without surprise and sat down: "...Stop pretending."

After the question just now, he was really sure that the five people present, except him, were all 'ghosts'.

In other words, apart from him, all the original sixteen people should be 'ghosts'.

…

[The victory goal for humans is to survive until the end of the instance, or all ghosts are exiled. 】

[The ghost’s victory goal is to kill everyone.]

…

The reason why the victory reward of this copy is four silver stars, which is higher than the reward of the painting altar copy, is because there is a trap in identity distribution.

If he wants to win, he has to face the pursuit of fifteen other people and survive until the end of the instance. If the others want to win, they have to kill him.

This is quite difficult for both parties.

"What do you want?" Yurikulu calmed down.

"It's very simple." Su Mingan said, "I have a perfect method."

"..."

"You guys, give up on this dungeon." Su Mingan said: "Wait until tomorrow, the dungeon will automatically end, and the 'people' will automatically win. You 'ghosts' will not die, but you will not receive the Silver Star reward."

Several people did not refute, but remained silent.

In fact, after learning that the only 'person' was Su Ming'an, and that the opponent's strength had been increased to 100%, they had no chance of winning. Instead of continuing to scheming, they might as well give up.

"Then this round, we..." Yamada Machichi said softly.

"Vote for me." Su Mingan said with a smile.

Several people looked slightly stunned, and then quickly realized something terrible.

In the rules, it doesn’t seem to say that ‘people’ cannot be voted in continuously...

"Why should we vote for you?" Yuri Kru said: "Even if I vote for myself, I will not die if I am eliminated. Why should I give you 100% strength?"

"Huh? I think it's different." Su Mingan said: "This strength bonus will be eliminated at the end of the copy tomorrow, and my strength will be restored to its original state by then... But if you reject me now, what will happen to you?

It's not good for you. Yamada Machichi, I remember that you have the skill to track players, can you locate Yurikulu's location?"

Yurikulu's expression looked quite unwilling, but after a moment, he still said: "I... know."

Seeing this, everyone else fell silent.

Yamada Machichi's eyes trembled.

He looked at Su Ming'an, who had a dull expression, and suddenly realized... Such a controlling scene was all because from the beginning, Su Ming'an used everyone to vote for him, so that he was increased to 100% of his strength.

They only launched an attack when the number of players was reduced enough, leaving the three remaining players unable to rise up to resist.

Otherwise, as the only 'person' at this time, Su Ming'an would be in a very dangerous situation.

——He quietly completed the absolute reversal of the situation without being discovered by anyone.

"Su Mingan." Yamada Machichi asked in disbelief: "When did you realize that you might be the only one in this game?"

Su Mingan looked at him and moved the pointer in his hand.

"Click." "Click."

The red light lights up, accompanied by a series of crisp sounds.

The pointer's pointer was once again fixed on the only 'person'.

"At the beginning," he said, "when I was talking to Lu Shu about what level he was on."

…

The meeting is over.

Everything went according to Su Ming'an's arrangements, and no accidents occurred.

Yamada Machichi watched the whole process in silence, watching Su Ming'an get twice the strength bonus as he wished, and everything played out like a script.

After the meeting, he set off first and followed Su Mingan's instructions to find someone from the first tribe. After discussion, Michael decided to go to the stone castle with him.

They rushed all the way to the stone castle and rushed up the stone steps. Yamada Machichi smelled the strong smell of blood.

……Oops.

When Yamada Machichi knew that Edward was teleporting here, he would definitely not do any good, and the first person he would kill would definitely be Sibor, who was very close at hand.

...It is definitely too late to save now.

Yamada Machichi was a little anxious, and Michael's speed in front was getting faster and faster. He took the lead, with blue energy flashing in his hands.

But after turning the corner, Michael's figure suddenly stopped.

Looking at the scene not far away, he seemed to be petrified and motionless.

Yamada Machichi turned the corner and was also stunned.

Blood slowly flowed along the cracks in the stone slabs and touched the uppers of his shoes. The thick smell of blood lingered on the tip of his nose.

A touch of scarlet reflected on his pupils, as if they were about to burn. In the blink of an eye, his eyes were firmly locked on the figure standing at the end of the corridor.

His vision dimmed at this moment.

As if being slowly shrouded by black mist from all around, his eyes were suddenly covered with a layer of blood red.

He saw a scene that he had never expected before.

That figure at the end of the corridor, she is still alive and standing there.

She turned around, and her white, python-like hair fluttered with her movements.

Edward fell under her body, and black sludge material seeped out of his body. These black sticky substances gushed out from his eyes, nose, ears and other places, and even his ten fingernails oozed out.

Black, the whole person has lost all life.

He rotted and melted in the black mud.

Soft, dark, sea snake-like tentacles spread out from the man at the end of the corridor, winding around the walls, the ground, and even the burning candles. These tentacles seemed to have their own life, showing signs of death in their actions.

Different agility.

Yamada Machichi's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

Following the bloody light in her eyes, he saw the infinite depth in them. The moment he met her gaze, he lost the ability to think.

Confusion spurted out from the gray matter folds of his cerebral cortex like lava, filling his skull.
To be continued...