Chapter 261: Who is the Prey, Who is the Hunter?

Swish swish swish swish!

Among the nine people, four of them drew their guns. Two of them pointed at the Shamate Youth, two first pointed at the Shamate, then pointed their guns at the ceiling.

The white-haired Elder raised his gun, looking at the five people who hadn't drawn their guns, somewhat doubtful.

'This Secret Room, is a Secret Room manufactured by a player's Skill.'

'Only in an Instance Secret Room, would a situation where deduction cannot possibly be lying appear. And a deduction error in a player-manufactured Secret Room, and not Avoiding Lying during the deduction...'

'Then a lie definitely exists.'

【Since it's not the number of people, then there's only one possibility left... It's related to the quantity of Skills players use in this Secret Room】

'The number on the monitor hasn't changed, facts prove it's unrelated to the number of Skills used.'

'Therefore, the Youth with multicolored hair and strange style lied.'

To be safe, the white-haired Elder looked around. When he saw a strange bookshelf had appeared in the Secret Room out of nowhere, he confirmed the Shamate Youth's Skill had been used just now.

'The Youth using a Skill under the situation of not having lied, explains he is a Ghost Whisperer.'

'The bookshelf is a physical entity.'

'Exactly matching a Ghost Whisperer's characteristics.'

Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated, striking first to gain the upper hand. Players able to arrive here this fast, basically all didn't dare to inject Sedatives or Sobering Agents. He said in a deep voice:

"Liar-Slayer · Words of Canonization!"

"Ghost Whisperer · Dusk Drum and Dawn Bell!"

The unexpected thing was, at the same time the Elder said the command password, among the five players who didn't draw guns previously, one person also suddenly used a Skill.

The Secret Room turned black.

Thud thud! In the darkness, it seemed there was something heavily smashing onto the Secret Room floor.

When light was restored, the crowd immediately observed the Secret Room's changes. They only saw a two-meter tall large bronze bell appeared in the middle of the Secret Room.

At the same time there were also people looking at the monitor.

The number was still [0].

One of the players with a gun pointing at the Shamate:

'The Shamate indeed told a lie. Since the number is unrelated to the players leaving alive, and also unrelated to the number of Skills used by players.'

'Then, the number must definitely be related to the number of people dead in the Secret Room.'

Thinking of this, this player completely revealed his fierce gaze, saying coldly to the Shamate:

"You lied."

A gunshot rang. The Shamate Youth was shot in the center of his eyebrows and subsequently fell down straight.

This player looked towards the monitor once again.

As expected.

The number on the monitor became...

【1】

'Damned Secret Room, how could there be such an outrageous setting ah?!'

However, he didn't know if it was an illusion.

He always felt the five players who hadn't drawn guns previously, were sizing him up intentionally or unintentionally, just like a hunter sizing up their own prey.

Chen Ran lit a Cigarette.

'The victims falling for the trick seem to be quite a few. But this Secret Room, and even the Hell Maze, are all caused by player Skills. Once Qiu Yinong and I use a Skill, we will immediately be exposed.'

He couldn't help but look at Mei Zhixu, Qiu Yinong was also doing the same. And Mei Zhixu shrugged her shoulders indicating her own Skill also couldn't be used casually.

Thus, the three little ones, decided to continue pretending to be ostriches, letting them slowly fight it out.

At the same time, Mei Zhixu quietly and soundlessly shifted her footsteps, silently retreating behind the two.

...

The white-haired Elder, seeing the Youth with the strange hairstyle had died, turned his head to look at the Ghost Whisperer who used a Skill just now, asking:

"Young man, do you see me like a human, or like a god?"

Hearing this, the Ghost Whisperer was first doubtful, closely followed by his body stiffening in place, as if locked onto by something, making him have no choice but to answer.

"Like... a human."

Saying so, the white-haired Elder saw the Ghost Whisperer's body twitching, falling onto the ground, as if suffering a massive fear oppression, his mouth constantly yelling: "No! No!"

The white-haired Elder's smile became even more abundant. Amidst the crowd's terrified gazes, he slowly approached the Ghost Whisperer step by step. The Ghost Whisperer was frightened to the point his body trembled non-stop, screaming: "Monster! You monster don't come over! Yellow Great Immortal I was wrong, you are a god! You are a god!"

"You lied." The white-haired Elder raised his gun and pulled the trigger, the Ghost Whisperer died.

Seeing this scene, the players inside the Secret Room crazily rummaged through their backpacks, taking out Sobering Agents and fiercely stabbing them into their own thighs.

The white-haired Elder ignored this kind of Lock the Barn Door After the Horse Has Bolted self-saving of theirs. Looking around the crowd, he locked his gaze onto behind the crowd, the three people who had almost shrunk into the corner. Countless experiences and lessons told him, the more wretched this kind of person was the more dangerous they were.

He arrived in front of Mei Zhixu. Mei Zhixu's whole person was numb. She remembered she had clearly already retreated behind Chen Ran's duo just now, why did this old man come to her front.

As a result, she turned her head to look. Chen Ran and Qiu Yinong at an unknown time, again retreated to her back, almost shrinking into the wall corner.

'Damn it, is this right?'

"Little girl, do you see me like a human, or like a god?"

After the white-haired Elder finished speaking, he saw the woman in front of his eyes acting like a little cat with its fur standing on end, her body stiffened and locked on by his Skill.

"Like... a god!"

"Is it just like?"

"You... are... a god..."

"You lied."

A gunshot rang. Mei Zhixu was shot in the center of her eyebrows, following the Ghost Whisperer's footsteps, falling onto the ground.

The white-haired Elder continued to look at the handsome Youth in the corner, asking the same question:

"Young man, do you see me like a human, or like a god?"

"Like a god."

"Is it just like?"

"You are a god."

"You lied."

The gunshot rang again. The white-haired Elder saw, the handsome Youth was shot in the center of his eyebrows, falling onto the ground, no longer having vitality.

Qiu Yinong saw Chen Ran and Mei Zhixu both successively fall onto the ground. The corners of her eyes twitched, covering her forehead, a face of speechlessness.

She shifted her body a bit, trying her best to stick to the wall, feeling that falling down like this later might be more natural.

However, just as the white-haired Elder, prepared to continue questioning the Beautiful Woman...

Dong!

The large bell in the middle of the Secret Room, suddenly rang without any omen. Hearing this sound, the white-haired Elder stared blankly in place.

'Impossible!!!!'

'The Ghost Whisperer has already died, why is his Skill still here?'

Closely following.

Dong! This time it was the sound of a drum!

The white-haired Elder recovered his wits, discovering in terror, the Youth with the strange hairstyle was still alive, currently looking at the large bell seriously.

Seeming to think of something, the white-haired Elder again looked towards the three people he had Judged to death previously.

The Ghost Whisperer fell to the ground, the woman like a cat with its fur on end fell to the ground, the handsome Youth fell to the ground.

However, the falling posture of the three of them was surprisingly consistent. They were all facing the ground, fundamentally unable to clearly see their front faces.

The atmosphere at this moment was a bit...

Comical!

The Ghost Whisperer couldn't keep pretending anymore, slowly climbing up from the ground, glancing at Chen Ran and Mei Zhixu who were still continuing to pretend.

"Impossible! Impossible! Why are you still alive! I clearly already Judged you to death just now!" The Elder roared in disbelief as if he had seen a ghost.

At the same time.

The player who fired the gun to Judge the Shamate Youth previously, was also looking with a face of terror at the Shamate Youth who was still alive and well.

"You you you... Why are you still alive, impossible!"

The Shamate and the Ghost Whisperer couldn't be bothered to talk nonsense with them, raising their hands was exactly a shot.

"You lied."

"You lied."

The player who Judged the Shamate, as well as the white-haired Elder, both were shot in the center of their eyebrows and died.

The fact is exactly like this. The one who jumps out first might not necessarily be the prey, but also possibly a hunter who arranged traps in advance.

Very obviously, the white-haired Elder, as well as the youth who Judged the Shamate, had fallen for a certain kind of illusion in a situation of not knowing or sensing it.

Of the four people who drew their guns previously, at this moment two were left. They were terrified, doubtful, and puzzled.

'The Ghost Whisperer didn't die, explaining the Ghost Whisperer had not been tricked into speaking a lie.'

'But, just now I clearly heard him speak a lie, and indeed saw the Old Man Judge him to death.'

'Is it that my memory experienced chaos, or everything I saw just now were illusions?'

Suddenly, he thought of something, hurriedly looking through his own backpack. There were still two Sobering Agents inside, and neither were empty!

'Just now, I injected once. Normally speaking there should be one that is empty.'

'But right now neither of the two are empty.'

'That is to say, just now I...'

'Fell for an illusion!'

'When did I fall for it? Was it the Ghost Whisperer's Dusk Drum and Dawn Bell, or that Skill of the Shamate Youth's that didn't need to speak a command password?'