Evan Du's body withered instantly.
Blood was splattered on the window. Li Jason Si had pulled open the curtains to wrap the body, and the bright French windows were exposed to the air. From the top to the bottom, the screen was full of blood, sticky and scarlet, surging on the cold glass with a scorching heat. Max Fang could see only the bright red blood. He stood still, staring at the blood splattered on his feet, and looked up at Li Jason Si in confusion. Li Jason Si's expression was also stunned, as if he had not reacted at all.
"Current number of survivors: 3, game continues." The machine reported the information dutifully.
The game is not over. Evan Du is not the final werewolf, but Chen Hui is.
Max Fang heard a voice in his mind saying this, he waved his hand to drive the voice away, he didn't want to think about these things now.
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