The three words [Gravekeeper] in my hand disappeared.

An Wujiu thought this was a position among the twelve priests, but the next second, the holy voice appeared in his mind, just a little more ethereal than usual, and it was obvious that only he could hear it.

[The tombkeeper is one of the four priests among the twelve priests. Congratulations on obtaining the identity of the tombkeeper. Please keep your mouth shut. The four cultists know each other's identities and fight together. Therefore, please protect yourself, find out the priests and ordinary priests through observation and speech, and advance and retreat with them.

Your function starts from the second night, and each night you will learn whether the trump card of a player who was eliminated by a referendum during the last day was good or bad, but you cannot check the specific identity of the deceased.]

This ability...

An Wujiu can't say good or bad for a while. He just doesn't feel like he has a strong ability, can't take the initiative to attack, can't protect himself, or even can't prove his identity. If the person who was sacrificed the day before was a good person, he can only say it during the day the next day, and the timeliness of the time are poor, and the identity will inevitably be revealed when he says it.

As Shengyin said, this card needs to protect himself, and even beware of being worn by cultists and posing as their identity and pushing him out.

An Wujiu listened and looked at others, feeling that they were also listening to Shengyin's description of identity and ability.

[Now we introduce you to other identities. There are four priests: prophets, witches, hunters and gravekeepers.

Among them, the prophet can check a player every night and learn that he is a good person or a bad person;

The witch has a bottle of poison and a bottle of antidote. The witch can know the dead player that night and choose whether to unlock the antidote to save people, or choose a surviving player to poison. The witch cannot save herself. After using the antidote, she cannot know the death at night, but if she dies, she can be told;

Hunters can choose to activate their skills when they make a referendum during the day or are killed by cultists at night. They can shoot and take away a player. If they are killed by witches, they cannot activate their skills.

In addition to the priests, there are three wolf cultists and a gargoyle among the twelve priests.

The three wolf cultists can meet each other on Blood Moon Night and choose to kill any player on the field. They do not have any special signs and are no different from ordinary priests.

The Gargoyle is a special wolf cultivator. He did not meet the other three wolf cultivators at night, that is, the Wolf cultivator did not know which player the Gargoyle was.

Gargoyles can choose any player on the field at night and directly check their specific identity, such as checking a certain player, which results are "witches" or "civilians", etc. Please note that before the death of the other three wolf cultists, gargoyles have no ability to kill, and after all teammates die, gargoyles can kill with swords.

There are four civilians among the twelve priests. The civilians have no special skills. The morning sacrifice during the day can be discussed with other players on the field to select the main priest of this day, and under the leadership of the main priest, the referendum of the players who should be sacrificed.

Identity explanation is completed.

During the day, all the players surviving on the field hold a morning festival referendum, and one of them is selected as a sacrifice. You can freely control the remaining time.

At night, cultists kill people, and the other eight priests will give their eyes to exchange the power of God, so at night all good people will lose their sight and cannot see the werewolf's movements, but they do not restrict freedom of movement. The same is true for the priests, but the priests can use skills through interactive voices, among which the gravekeepers can follow the guidance of God to the sacrifice cemetery.

On the spot, all the wolf cults died first, and the good people won. If the werewolf killed and sacrificed all the priests or all the civilians, the cult won.

The winner will all become survivors, and players who die in the first few rounds can also be resurrected.

The dead player of the failed party declares dead after the game ends, while the failed player who is still alive after the game ends will be eliminated and will not die.

The above are the main rules of the Blood Moon Festival, and the details will appear when the player triggers.]

After listening to the general rules, An Wujiu roughly understood the mechanism of this game.

Chen Ti walked towards him, habitually holding his shoulder, "You look serious."

An Wujiu whispered: "I'm just thinking, this team match is a dark team. What should I do if we are divided into different camps?"

Not only is the dark team who cannot see the situation clearly, but also the situation of dying one after another. It is very likely that he will die on the first night, or survive, and watch one of his companions be sacrificed and killed.

These are situations that he cannot control.

Worst...

"The worst thing is that we are in different camps and are hostile." Chen Ti smiled, his tone of terrible relaxation, "The rules do not allow us to communicate with each other. If you think we are not a common enemy, then find a way to kill me and sacrifice me."

He plays and laughs, and does not seem to care about losing or winning or losing or his life or death at all.

"As long as you win, it's enough." Chen Ti was careless and even had a smile in his voice.

After he finished speaking, he did not hear An Wujiu's response. An Wujiu seemed very silent and did not say a word.

Although he was such a quiet person many times, Chen Ti still realized something was wrong at once. He was about to continue saying something, but An Wujiu grabbed his wrist and pulled him through the passage behind the stone screen. He walked forward all the way forward, found a room, opened the door, and pulled him in without saying a word.

Chen Ti didn't recover for a while, and he planned to bring him to the door first, but the next second, An Wujiu was forced to the door panel.

The blood-red moonlight outside the window was projecting in from a corner of the window frame, hitting An Wujiu's side neck, and the oil lamp hanging by the door illuminated An Wujiu's face.

He was even more serious than just now, and he was still holding his careful wrist.

Chen Ti didn't know where he said the wrong thing. He often said the wrong thing at the beginning, but now he should be very sensible.

"I……"

"Do you think I'll be happy like this?" An Wujiu took the lead and cut off his words.

Chen Ti frowned.

An Wujiu's face always had no expression, and a trace of unconcealed emotions appeared rare, "Even if it is different camps, do I need you to sacrifice for me? Do you think I will be happy if you were killed?"

Two warm yellow lights reflected in his pupils, which were very bright and moving.

Chen Ti couldn't help but lower his head, kissed his eyes, then hugged his waist and pressed his forehead against his forehead.

"I just want you to win, I don't think of anything else."

An Wujiu was originally a little angry, but when he heard Chen Ti cares so much about his life and jokes about letting An Wujiu win by stepping on his body, he could not accept it at all.

"Don't be angry with me, okay?" Chen Ti kissed his nose, tilted his head, and pecked An Wujiu's lips, "I said the wrong thing."

An Wujiu really couldn't bear to be angry, and after hearing this sentence, he couldn't bear to give up.

Chen Tie is wrong, An Wujiu thinks, perhaps few people are willing to sacrifice for him.

An Wujiu let go of his hand, lowered his eyes, and finally raised his hand and touched Chen Ti's cheek, "No, it was me who suddenly became emotional."

In the dark room, Chen Ti could feel the warmth transmitted from An Wujiu. This made him feel very relieved. An Wujiu was really a strange person. No one cared about others' life or death in the altar. Only An Wujiu would ask him not to seek death and refuse him to say anything he gave up.

It was him who used the wrong way to love An Wujiu.

Chen Ti hugged An Wujiu with both hands, lowered his head, pressed him against An Wujiu's shoulder, and joked.

"You also have times of emotional excitement."

His voice was muffled, and it seemed that the snow was windy and snowy outside was very heavy.

"Of course I have it, I'm also a human being." An Wujiu hugged his back, and his fingers could touch Chen Ti's protruding spine when he bent down slightly, which gave him a little more realism.

"Chenti, you are much crueler than me."

Chen Tie thinks the same way.

Apart from An Wujiu's life, he actually didn't care so much about everyone, including himself.

Suddenly, he heard An Wujiu say again: "I have lost a lot, and I don't even remember that I have lost it. It's the second time I remember it."

He knew that Chen Ti might not be able to understand, and many people could not understand.

An Wujiu seemed to be at ease and had a good plan, but he was actually a tall building with a little bit of space for the foundation, which was in danger. It might collapse tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Chen Ti is one of the few pillars that are stuck in the foundation to support him.

"I can't lose you."

It was at this moment that Chen Ti seemed to hear the sound of his heartbeat, one by one, one by one, never felt it before.

He understood that he was indeed so important, and that his life was indeed tied to An Wujiu's heart.

"good."

Chen Ti turned his head and his lips touched An Wujiu's warm neck.

"I listen to you."

He found that he was not enough and he was not learning enough.

Sometimes when facing An Wujiu, he seems to be self-taught, but sometimes he finds that he is actually not meaningful, just like an alien creature trying to integrate into the earth. No matter how well he learns, he will be exposed.

But Chen Ti thought that no matter what, they were in harmony, and they didn't even need to touch their fingers. He could understand An Wujiu at the first sight of him.

An Wujiu is destined to be his.

The two leaned quietly for a while, like two trees that were interdependent, trying to grow for each other in a place where there was no sunshine. Gradually, the branches on the top of the tree climbed together, and the roots on the ground were also entangled.

It was not until An Wujiu heard the new footsteps and became alert for a moment that this hugging posture changed slightly.

The visitors sounded like Sakura Fujido and Mori Matsuura.

"Hey? What's the number above this door?"

"This number is written...it seems to be 7, it should be Mr. Chen's room."

"Ah, that's what I'm staying in, right? Then I'm number three, you're number 12, you should be the innermost, my room may be in the corridor on the left."

"Miss Fujito, I'll take you to your room first."

"Really? Thank you, you are such a gentleman."

Hearing the footsteps of the two people leaving, Chen Ti chuckled, "You are quite good at finding them. You can break into my room without looking at the house number. It's really me..."

"Don't talk nonsense." An Wujiu had already predicted what he was going to say and stopped him first.

It's not that I don't like it, I just feel too ashamed.

"Don't you like it? I see that many people like that title, otherwise what would I call you?" Chen Ti hugged An Wujiu's waist and stepped back step by step, "Dear? Baby? Baby?"

"You are really..." An Wujiu was about to scold him, but suddenly he could not see anything in front of him, as if someone suddenly turned off the light and fell into boundless darkness.

But this was wrong. He couldn't even see the red moonlight of the blood moon.
To be continued...