Zhong Yi's Solo Show

Shen Yan nodded in agreement. "That's right, he's a [Spirit Channeler]."

Based on Zhong Yi's analysis, the likelihood of Player 5 being the [Death Curse Master] was indeed very high at this point.

"Look, you killed Player 10, whose identity was questionable, on the streets. Now Player 5 is eliminated too… With two impostors already dead, even if I really were one, voting me out or not wouldn’t make much difference, right?"

Zhong Yi continued to manipulate the group.

"Besides, I’m the [Scout]. If you don’t vote me out, I’ll definitely survive till the end—no one would dare touch me."

"But…"

Shen Yan’s eyes gleamed.

As a disciple of the Tianxuan Sect, he wasn’t so easily fooled.

"What if Player 5 isn’t the [Death Curse Master]?"

"What if Player 5 was an [Impostor], and the [Death Curse Master] figured out their identity?"

Faced with Shen Yan’s skepticism, Zhong Yi remained composed, even flashing a confident smile.

"If the [Death Curse Master] still takes a shot, and the one who falls isn’t me, I’ll admit defeat… I bet they can’t pull the trigger."

Shen Yan closed his eyes, deep in thought.

From his perspective, at the very least, one impostor had already been eliminated this round.

And the probability of Player 5 being the [Death Curse Master] was indeed high…

Zhong Yi’s role was truly in a position where voting him out or not wouldn’t change much.

In the worst-case scenario—

If Zhong Yi was from the Demonic Path, and Player 5 wasn’t the [Death Curse Master], they could always vote Zhong Yi out next round.

Having made up his mind, Shen Yan, as the final speaker, finally declared:

"That makes sense. Let’s abstain from voting this round, but everyone should keep an eye on Player 2."

Having narrowly escaped disaster, Zhong Yi let out a long sigh of relief.

In his eyes, the situation was now overwhelmingly in his favor.

The Demonic Path held the upper hand!

All three members of the Demonic Path were still alive!

Among the four, identifying the [Spy] would be easy.

Xiao Hongzhi had openly attacked—definitely a true member of the Demonic Path.

Acting so rashly meant he likely wasn’t the [Death Curse Master], but rather the [Silencer], who possessed the power to mute others.

In other words, among the remaining two red-named allies, one was the [Death Curse Master], and the other was the [Spy]!

From the perspective of a true Demonic Path member, the eliminated Player 5 wasn’t one of them.

So his earlier speech would lure out the [Spy]!

Whoever dared to claim they were the [Death Curse Master] was the real ally!

"I’m just too damn brilliant~~~"

Zhong Yi gloated to himself.

Just as he revived, he saw something even more delightful—

Player 3, marked with a red name, had spawned in the same location as him!

Seeing no one else around, he immediately approached.

"Identify yourself. If you can’t, you die."

"[Death Curse Master]… Player 5 was the [Detective]. I killed them," Player 3 whispered quickly.

"Damn, you’re good! To come up with so much in such a short time… If I hadn’t seen your red name, I’d have believed you!"

"Just a minor feat, nothing special."

Zhong Yi smirked, not mentioning how close he’d come to needing a change of pants earlier.

"Player 9 is the [Spy], Player 11 is the [Rotting Fiend]… This round, we kill Player 1. During the meeting, you curse one more, and then we force the vote."

Zhong Yi laid out the plan with absolute confidence.

Player 3 accepted the orders eagerly and hurried off.

Given the current state of the game—with three Demonic Path members among nine players—

As long as they could eliminate two players before the meeting and have the [Death Curse Master] kill another…

Even if Zhong Yi was inevitably voted out next round, it would be a one-for-three trade.

This was in the bag!

"Now, all I need to do is kill one more…"

Zhong Yi sneered as he turned, sharpening his blade while eyeing Player 4, who was walking toward him…

……

Zhong Yi circled Player 4’s corpse, waiting as time ticked by.

"It’s been long enough. They should’ve killed at least one by now."

He calculated the odds.

Just as Shen Yan came into view, cautiously striding toward him, Zhong Yi calmly pulled out a wind chime.

"Brother Shen, oh Brother Shen…"

"Even if you’ve figured it out, what can you do?"

"I still have two Demonic Path allies! Hahaha!"

"This game is ours!"

With that, he rang the chime.

The vast space now held only four people.

Player 1: Shen Yan.

Player 2: Zhong Yi.

Player 7: Zhou Qiaoling.

Player 11: Guo Yunwen.

Zhong Yi froze.

Where are my allies?

Where are my two big allies???

How…

How are they all dead???

Zhong Yi was stunned.

In just two rounds, ten players had died…

His allies were all gone, and he was the prime suspect, standing on the brink of elimination…

This was it.

No way out.

"Hahaha!"

Shen Yan burst into laughter.

"Brother Zhong, oh Brother Zhong… You had us fooled. This round, we’re all voting you out!"

"Let me share what I’ve learned."

"Earlier, near the farmhouse, I saw Player 13 kill Player 6. Player 13 didn’t seem trustworthy, so I took them out myself."

"Then Player 11 told me more deaths had occurred. When we arrived, we found you, Player 2, standing by the body."

"So? Demon Zhong, ready to surrender?"

Zhong Yi chuckled helplessly. "Well… Let me think…"

Shen Yan grinned. "Take your time. Spin your tale."

Zhong Yi closed his eyes.

Scenes from the entire game flashed through his mind.

One crucial detail stood out—

Player 13 had killed Player 6.

Player 6 was his ally, Xiao Hongzhi, who had claimed to be the [Hero].

Shen Yan had mistaken Player 13 for a Demonic Path member…

Wait!

Suddenly, Zhong Yi saw the only possible path to victory.

"Heh, Brother Shen, you absolutely cannot vote me out this round."

Zhong Yi adopted an enigmatic expression.

Shen Yan frowned. "And why not?"

"Vote me out, and you lose."

Zhong Yi crossed his arms confidently.

He took a deep breath, silently reciting:

Let the tide…

Turn now!