Quick wear: Oops! The paranoid god is a love brain

When others heard this sentence, they really thought they saw hope.

Everyone rushed to reach out towards the basin.

But after a moment of silence, a disappointed expression appeared on his face.

Only Yan Feng knew that none of them could get the predicted response.

Because he is the true prophet.

At least that's the setting in the novel.

But when he put his hand into the basin and thought about Jiang Huaisheng's appearance in his mind, he still didn't get any response.

Yan Feng frowned: [Gungun, why doesn’t the Wolf God give me any response? 】

[Because the Wolf God is not worthy. ] Gungun's answer was also quite exciting. He said: [Boss, what rank are you at? What rank is he? He still can't do things that directly remind you in your mind. 】

This becomes much more reasonable.

Yan Feng took back his hand with satisfaction.

After everyone present had tried it, the old woman asked them, "Has any of you obtained the power of prophecy?"

Everyone shook their heads.

In fact, there is no need to raise this question at all, because everyone was watching silently what they did after putting their hands in the basin.

Everyone has that moment of disappointment.

Unless they are excellent actors, most people cannot hide it.

The old woman shook her head and sighed: "It seems that this time, the prophet is not among the outsiders."

After hearing her words, I didn't have time to think too much. She was still the middle-aged woman just now. She suddenly raised her finger and pointed in the direction of Jiang Huaisheng and said: "Me! I just received the prophecy! He is a werewolf! You all believe me, I am not wrong!"

The old woman glanced at her, sneered and said nothing.

The people around him also treated him with cold eyes.

The woman looks so ugly.

Everyone can see that she has not gained any prophecy ability at all. And now that she jumped out to make this kind of accusation, it was just because Jiang Huaisheng slapped her, and she planned to make Jiang Huaisheng pay for it with death.

Facing her slander, Jiang Huaisheng still looked uninterested. Yawning, he said: "Auntie, use your brain a little. This is a game of life and death. Even if there is a prophet, no one dares to reveal his identity, right?"

Prophets are indeed a good thing for mankind.

But for the wolves, it was a disaster.

So when the identity of the prophet is really revealed, the wolves' first choice will definitely be to kill her.

If a woman behaves like this now, if she is not thrown to death at noon today, she will be killed by a wolf at night.

The old woman was just trying to trick out an answer so that outsiders like them could try to prophesy. And what she just murmured, "The prophet is not among the outsiders," certainly means the same thing.

After all, villagers who are familiar with the rules will never make mistakes at this time.

Suddenly realizing the answer, the woman's face turned pale instantly.

Jiang Huaisheng asked the old man directly, "How should we vote? We don't even know each other's names. Is it possible to point?"

"No need," the old woman shook her head, and then motioned to the woman next to her.

The woman nodded.

With everyone watching, she gave each person a note.

The note was opened with a number on it.

The old woman pointed at each person and said their personal number.

Then he pointed to the wolf head statue in the middle of the village.

She said: "Those who want to vote can just write the number of the corresponding person on the stone in front of the wolf's paw. Just draw it with your finger. There is no need to leave traces. Lord Wolf God will help us count."

"However, only the first vote every day will be considered valid. During the time before the voting deadline, even if there are countless repeated votes, only the first time will be counted."

"So everyone should think it through before coming back."

It’s this weird approach again.

But maybe there are too many weird situations happening.

So much so that when she told her story this time, no one felt anything was wrong.

The woman was the first to rush forward.

Jiang Huaisheng's number was "9", so the woman wrote a big "9".

Seeing her actions, Yan Feng became the second person to vote without hesitation.

He wrote the woman's number "5", and Jiang Huaisheng followed suit with a smile.

The old woman's eyes moved around them.

He also walked silently towards the voting platform.

The number she wrote can be seen from her movements.

So the woman who had been standing by screamed, "Why are you writing about me? Didn't I already tell you that he is a werewolf!?"

"Because usually among the outsiders, the person who makes the most noise on the first day is the werewolf," the old lady replied coldly: "As for the little brother over there, he doesn't even smell of blood. He didn't smell anything at yesterday's scene. Participation, I don’t doubt him yet.”

It's a very reasonable reason.

So the villagers in the village quickly stepped forward to cast their votes.

The results of the vote were fairly unanimous.

It didn't even need Wang Muyang and the couple to take action. More than half of the villagers alone, including Yan Feng and the others, had already voted for the woman.

There will no longer be a possibility of a tie vote.

Of course no one will exceed her votes.

So without even waiting for the voting time to end, the woman's body suddenly spontaneously combusted in front of everyone.

The blue fire appeared from nowhere.

But it only wrapped the woman and didn't give her a chance to scream. She was burned into a ball of ashes in an instant.

Wang Muyang's girlfriend was so frightened that she passed out on the spot.

Wang Muyang himself also knelt on the ground.

The old man glanced at it, but shook his head unconsciously.

Sighing softly, she said: "It seems that I made the wrong choice today."

"What is the basis for judgment?"

Jiang Huaisheng asked.

He doesn't fit in with those around him.

No matter what scene he faces, or how bizarre things happen, Jiang Huaisheng can always maintain this speechless indifference.

The old man glanced at him and seemed to appreciate his attitude very much. The corners of her mouth couldn't help but curve upward, and she said, "The basis for judgment is the color of the flame."

"Although it is called strangulation, in fact the Lord Wolf God will take the initiative to lower the sky fire. The name of strangulation just makes this punishment sound better."

"Ordinary villagers have blue fire, and if they are werewolves, they have red fire. As for the green fire that lights up, it proves that we accidentally killed the prophet."

"Fortunately, the person killed today was not a prophet."

"But the werewolf is not dead, the game will continue."

"I hope you can survive until tomorrow."