The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 91: Your House Is Nice, It’s Mine Now

"That’s the village chief,"

the rooster replied.

"The current village chief?"

"No."

The rooster shook its head.

"Then from which period is this village chief?"

"Don’t know, just very old, older than the master."

the rooster said.

Well, one couldn’t expect a chicken to have much of a concept of ti.

"Why did they erect a statue for him? Was he remarkable?"

Liu Zheng asked another question.

"In the past, there were few people in the village, and it was very poor, they couldn’t even afford to raise chickens."

"He went out, brought a lot of people back with him, and money too."

"The village prospered, and the population increased; everyone was happy, so they erected a statue for him,"

the rooster reminisced as it spoke.

This must be what the carpenter had told it.

"Was he already looking like a statue when he started?"

"No, it was only when he was about to die that he turned into that. The witch said he was sick. Later, many people beca sick,"

the rooster said.

"What was the village chief’s na?"

"The master called him the old village chief."

"Okay then."

The so-called illness of the old village chief was likely his transformation into a werewolf.

It was unclear whether he had been a werewolf from the start, or if he had turned into one after a trip outside.

The later prevalence of the sickness also had two possiblities.

One was that the original villagers turned into werewolves; the other was that the incoming villagers turned into werewolves.

So, was the so-called conflict between villagers and werewolves essentially a conflict between natives and outsiders?

"What does that line on the base of the statue an?"

Liu Zheng asked again.

"I can’t read,"

the rooster said.

"Didn’t your master tell you?"

"Master can’t read either,"

the rooster boldly said.

"At least he’s a craftsman and he can’t even read. He should feel ashad, ashad indeed,"

Liu Zheng said spiritedly.

However, the rooster rely tilted its comb and looked at him as if it were watching a crazy goose.

"Ahem. So where did the people of the village go?"

he asked again.

"Aren’t you the people in the village?"

"I an your master, and other villagers besides us,"

Liu Zheng said.

"Don’t know."

"Don’t know?"

"Even though I can talk, I’m still just a chicken. Why do you expect to know so much?"

the rooster strangely looked at him.

"Okay, it’s my fault,"

he said resignedly.

Not all chickens are Napoleon.

"Before the master left, he hid in the chicken coop and left a lot of worms for ,"

"But I ate them too quickly and finished them all. So I ca out to find sothing to eat, and then you caught ,"

the rooster said.

"Where is your coop?"

Liu Zheng’s eyes lit up.

The carpenter might have left so clues in the rooster’s coop.

"Over there."

The rooster flew onto the windowsill and lifted a claw, pointing towards a small house.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, Player 10 had just run into that house.

Liu Zheng rembered, he seed to be playing the role of a policer.

Such behavior was actually indicative of a werewolf, even if not a werewolf, then at least a hooligan.

Since that was the case, it might be a good idea to "communicate" a bit.

Liu Zheng stood at the window looking out for a while but didn’t notice anything unusual.

So he began searching the barn again.

But apart from a pile of food, he found nothing else.

At least, he no longer had to worry about food.

"There’s one hour until nightfall."

The prompt sounded again.

By then, the acid rain had also stopped.

"Should I go out and explore?"

Liu Zheng fell into thought.

After a brief hesitation, he decided to go out and have a look.

After all, he currently had the highest status in the ga and had been falsely reported by a witch as a silver water user, making the chance of getting killed tonight extrely high.

If Liu Zheng were to leave the ga, then the outco would fall into the hands of others.

Although he was confident that his poison could take down a werewolf, killing one werewolf was not enough to assure a victory.

Since this was not a normal ga of Werewolf, he had to enter the ga to triumph against improbable odds.

Moreover, Liu Zheng had one more trump card up his sleeve.

He slipped his hand into his pocket, where a glint of gold twinkled faintly.

"Na: Golden Finger (Single Use)"

"Type: Item"

"Quality: Perfect"

"Effect: Use at the right mont to choose one from three random cheats."

"Note: As a disciple of Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect, I never knew what ga difficulty ant."

"Carriable out of the instance: Yes"

No matter how it changes, the essence of Werewolf is still a ga.

As long as it is a ga, it is vulnerable in the presence of the Golden Finger.

If it weren’t for this safety net, Liu Zheng would have never rashly joined such a potentially deadly ga.

Of course, such a precious item should be used sparingly.

He tucked the Golden Finger back into the system space, dragged two bags of grain, picked up the big rooster, and walked out of the barn.

Almost at the sa ti, other players also erged from their hiding places.

Liu Zheng, dragging the grain and holding the rooster, drew their attention, but no one spoke up.

This was a well-known rule; players were not allowed to speak to each other.

With the sea girl having an omniscient view, talking to oneself was out of the question.

Liu Zheng ignored them and went straight to the carpenter’s small house.

Player number 10 silently watched him but did not step aside.

Liu Zheng said nothing, but placed a bag of grain in front of him and squeezed past him into the house.

A flash of anger passed through the eyes of player number 10, but he did not erupt.

He picked up the grain and headed towards another house.

Other players exchanged looks and began their respective actions.

So looked for new footholds, others started exploring around the village, and so walked outside the village.

Of course, these had nothing to do with Liu Zheng anymore.

He had already entered the carpenter’s house.

Although the owner was a carpenter, there weren’t many pieces of furniture in the room.

A small bed, a cabinet, a table, two chairs, and so random small items.

So, although the house was not large, it appeared quite spacious.

Liu Zheng opened the cabinet, which held two sets of autumn and winter clothes, while the season in Werewolf Village was supposed to be spring.

He felt around in his pockets but found nothing.

Looking at the wardrobe, Liu Zheng fell into thought.

Firstly, the carpenter must have left in a hurry.

Because from the household items, he wasn’t a rich person, even relatively poor.

And for poor people, clothes are valuable possessions.

If he could take them, he definitely wouldn’t leave them behind.

Secondly, the carpenter wasn’t completely unprepared.

Because he took all the other clothes with him.

Having two sets of autumn and winter clothes, he must have had even more spring and sumr clothes.

The carpenter must not be dead; he is either hiding outside the village or within it.

Or perhaps, he is hiding among the remaining 11 players?

"Emperor Qin Shihuang, where is your nest?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"In the kitchen."

The big rooster led him to the kitchen on the right side of the house.

All the kitchenware was still there, but the food was gone, leaving only a string of chili peppers hanging on the wall.

It was unclear whether the carpenter took it or if it was taken by player number 10.

The big rooster pecked at the ground, and a wood piece the sa color as the ground imdiately sprang up.

Liu Zheng grabbed the wood piece and lifted it, an entrance appearing before him.