Pikachu could still see the wretched state of Qian Lao Ben vividly in her mind.
No…
It would be more accurate to say that the players who had died in the first three games always appeared in her dreams after she fell asleep, haunting her as if they were coming for her soul.
It caused her to wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, leaving her nearly neurotic.
Her worsening temper was largely related to this as well.
But right then, Pikachu spotted someone outside the window!
His tracksuit was completely soaked by the rain.
His damp bangs were plastered to his forehead, and he had pushed them to either side to reveal a remarkably handsome face.
He didn’t look as gloomy as before, though rain continued to streak down his cheeks, and those beautiful eyes appeared somewhat dark.
“Sibo Daye?”
‘It’s raining so hard. What is he doing out so early!?’
Without much thought, Pikachu rushed to open the door and shouted at Yi Mo, “Hey! Sibo Daye, it’s pouring! Where are you going?”
“Holy crap, did you get dumped or something?”
“Was it Dieyu?”
“I knew she wasn’t any good, the way she kept trying to hook up with you!!!”
Outside, the rain fell with a deafening roar.
Puddles had already formed all over the muddy ground.
One had to wonder how heartbroken the heavens were to let down such a torrential downpour.
The only saving grace was that while the rain was heavy, there was very little wind.
Yi Mo paused, looking at Pikachu.
A flicker of light returned to his dazed eyes.
He wanted to give the concerned Pikachu a smile, but his facial paralysis made it impossible.
He could only say expressionlessly, “I don’t have a lover, so how could I be heartbroken?”
“Dieyu and I have nothing to do with each other.”
“I just wanted to go see Great Emperor Zhenwu…”
Pikachu frowned.
“It’s a downpour! Just wait until it stops!”
“What if you catch a cold and get a fever!”
“If your brain gets fried, how are you supposed to fight the Werewolves!”
Yi Mo waved his hand.
“It’s fine. In any case, this game probably doesn’t have many days left. I can hold on.”
“If I survive, I can just use Points to heal myself then.”
“Come to think of it, I actually had a cold and fever right before this game started.”
“Alright, I’m going now.”
Yi Mo was about to keep walking, but he paused and turned back to Pikachu.
“Do you want to come along?”
Pikachu realized there wasn’t an umbrella in the room.
She looked at her clothes, gritted her teeth, and said helplessly, “Ugh, I really can’t deal with you. Fine, let’s go. I’m coming too!”
Then, she charged into the heavy rain.
By the time the two reached Great Emperor Zhenwu’s thatched hut, Baiduren was already there.
“You aren’t late.”
“His stomach was completely ripped open, and his limbs —”
“Stop! Don’t say another word! We can see for ourselves!!!”
Before Baiduren could finish his cold, clinical description, Pikachu rudely cut him off.
The atmosphere turned freezing instantly.
Baiduren didn’t seem to care.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose and said, “The fact is the fact. He was killed directly by a Wolf’s knife.”
“Village Chief Sibo Daye, why don’t you tell us? Why didn’t the Witch save him?”
Yi Mo looked at Great Emperor Zhenwu’s body, walked over, and covered him with a quilt.
His voice was icy as he spoke.
“Because the Witch entered the chain. He’s a Lover with a Werewolf.”
“That’s why he wouldn’t save anyone. In fact, he’d prefer it if more people died.”
After speaking, Yi Mo turned his head and stared fixedly at Baiduren with a terrifying gaze.
Baiduren shook his head.
“That is indeed the most likely possibility.”
“If that’s the case, we can’t afford to vote out the wrong person during the day anymore.”
“There are eight players left. If we make a mistake, Cupid and the Lovers will have already secured victory in this game.”
“Village Chief, haha… please don’t let your emotions lead you to target the wrong people today.”
Yi Mo’s gaze didn’t shift.
He said coldly, “That’s assuming the players with the Lover identity don’t go around fanning the flames.”
Baiduren ignored Yi Mo’s words and said calmly, “Should we call everyone over to confirm the current situation?”
Yi Mo shook his head.
“No need. The three of us seeing this is enough.”
“As for the players who didn’t come, even if we called them, they probably wouldn’t be interested in braving this rain just to see how miserable Great Emperor Zhenwu looks, right?”
He clenched his fists and added, “I want to bury all the dead players and set up monuments for them.”
“Baiduren, are you going to help?”
Baiduren was stunned, looking at Yi Mo with a complicated expression.
Burying people?
And setting up monuments?
This was a Death Game.
People died in every single match.
Forget about veterans; even players who had only been through two or three games wouldn’t have such a bizarre idea.
In Baiduren’s eyes, Yi Mo didn’t look like a novice.
Doing this had to have a purpose!
After thinking for a moment, he said, “It’s fine… I can help…”
He wanted to see what kind of trick Yi Mo was playing.
To be honest, the way Yi Mo had suddenly appeared with a spear yesterday had already surprised Baiduren.
He hadn’t originally thought Yi Mo was the Hunter.
It was only from last night that he began to treat him as the real Hunter.
However, he still felt that something was wrong, something he hadn’t considered.
But he was the type who believed seeing was believing.
Compared to Pikachu, who relied on emotion and intuition, he trusted facts!
Hearing his response, Yi Mo patted Baiduren’s shoulder expressionlessly.
“I thought you were the type who wouldn’t do anything without practical meaning. I didn’t expect you to still have some humanity in you.”
“Not bad, not bad. Well then, young man, start lifting!”
His eyes held a gaze that seemed to say ‘not bad, kid.’
Baiduren froze, looking at Yi Mo with confusion.
“Lift what?”
“You don’t mean him, do you?”
Yi Mo nodded.
“Who else?”
“I said we’re finding a place to dig a hole, bury him, and set up a monument!”
It was pouring rain outside.
Great Emperor Zhenwu must have weighed over 180 pounds when he was alive.
And after death, a body was actually heavier to carry than when it was alive.
That was the origin of the saying ‘dead weight.’
Baiduren suddenly felt like Yi Mo was intentionally making things difficult for him.
He thought for a moment and said, “May I ask where you plan to bury him?”
Yi Mo replied as if it were obvious, “The Back Hill Cemetery, of course!”
“Didn’t Group Two say so on the first day?”
“There’s a cemetery visible from the small hill!”
“You’re not trying to be lazy because you don’t want to go, are you?”
“Crap, you’re so heartless!”
“Even if you suggested burying him under your thatched hut, I would never agree to it!”
‘Who the hell would bury him under my hut!’
Baiduren’s face turned pale.
He was now certain Yi Mo was mocking him.
He immediately said, “Village Chief Sibo Daye, even if you’re throwing a childish tantrum, please know when to stop.”
“Putting aside how heavy he is, how far the Back Hill Cemetery is, and how hard it’s raining outside… don’t you think finding the Wolf among the living is far more important than finding a place to bury the dead?”
Yi Mo’s eyes turned cold as he walked right up to Baiduren.
Baiduren was taller than Yi Mo, so Yi Mo had to look up slightly.
Even so, his gaze didn’t waver in the slightest.
“If you’re just here to cause trouble, then get the hell away from me!”
“In my eyes, even though some people are dead, they are more important than those living beasts!”
“If you won’t carry him, I’ll do it myself!”
“To me, exhausting myself to find the Wolf is nowhere near as important as letting Great Emperor Zhenwu rest in peace!”
He let out a cold snort.
“It’s been three days and two nights.”
“Who the Wolf is… isn’t that already clear in everyone’s hearts?”
“But can we actually vote them out during the day?”
“During the day, will you people really let the Wolf be eliminated?”
“I don’t think so!”
As Yi Mo spoke, his hand brushed against Baiduren’s chest, giving it a sharp scratch.
“If you have the guts, then vote me out!”
“But… do you dare?”
Yi Mo stopped paying attention to the stunned Baiduren, who had fallen into deep thought with a frown.
He turned to the equally dazed Pikachu.
“Can you help me carry Great Emperor Zhenwu?”
“I’m sorry, my strength is really lacking. I can’t lift him alone.”
Pikachu snapped back to reality and shouted, “I’ll help! Why wouldn’t I help!”
“Today, I’ll even put my life on the line to help you!”
She glared at the contemplative Baiduren and said with disdain, “Trash. Get lost and stay out of the way!”
Baiduren finally snapped out of it.
He frowned, speaking in disbelief.
“Are you suggesting you suspect Taoqimao is the Wolf, and that she and I are the Lovers?”
“No, that’s not right!”
“I always thought you and Taoqimao were the Lovers! I only kept quiet and didn’t vote you out because you claimed to be the Hunter!”
Yi Mo didn’t have Pikachu start lifting immediately.
He planned to go out and find a tool.
At the door, he looked back at Baiduren coldly.
“I am not part of a couple, and I never said Taoqimao was a Wolf.”
Without giving Baiduren a chance to speak further, he left the hut.
Only the stunned Baiduren and the disgusted Pikachu remained inside.
Yi Mo ran through the heavy rain toward a haystack about several hundred meters away.
He pushed a two-wheeled cart back toward Great Emperor Zhenwu’s hut.
He had spotted the cart earlier.
It was unrealistic for him and Pikachu to carry Great Emperor Zhenwu all the way to the Back Hill Cemetery.
Moreover, he didn’t plan on burying only Great Emperor Zhenwu.
After pushing the cart back to the hut, Yi Mo and Pikachu lifted Great Emperor Zhenwu — still wrapped in the quilt — onto the cart.
Even with Pikachu doing most of the heavy lifting, Yi Mo still felt the weight was overwhelming.
His arms felt like they were going to fall off.
‘Once I get out, I’m definitely going to exercise,’ he thought.
‘When I have more Points, I’ll add some muscle to my scrawny arms and legs so I won’t be this weak and helpless.’