Blood Moon Roulette: Traveling to the Werewolf World

When Werewolf Killing turned from cards into survival rules of fangs and claws, Lin Yi found that his logic class credits were suddenly not enough in the other world. After being dragged into the werewolf universe shrouded in eternal night by a mysterious force, she must bet her life on the most familiar rules of the game - the prophet here can see your heartbeat three seconds later, the witch's poison bottle is soaked with live spiders, and the werewolf tore not only the throat when killing, but also the warmest fragments in the memory. The twelve tarot cards suspended in the bloody sky correspond to the twelve cursed identities. Lin Yi's bronze badge was hot on the first night in Yueying Village, but there were strange blood stains under the civilian symbols that emerged. When the claw marks on the deceased's throat matched the silver hair on the village chief's cuffs, and when the enthusiastic businessman Allen's pupils split into vertical lines in the firelight, she realized that werewolf killing in this world was far more than daytime voting and night hunting: the guard's shield was engraved with the player's real address, and the shotgun bullets were engraved with the real name of the living. After each round of game victory, the souls of the losers swallowed by the badges would make the demonic lines on the back of the card clearer. In order to accumulate seven victories and return to reality, Lin Yi had to use the divination technique to crack the bloodshot eyes of the villagers, use the barb tactic to pretend to be talking in sleep when werewolves attacked at night, and even borrowed the witch's cauldron to boil lies. But when she finally got to the judgment seat in the seventh game, she found that the werewolf marks appeared on all the surviving players' cards at the same time - it turned out that the dealer of this death game was chewing on the fear of all players through the blood moon. And the only thing scarier than being kissed by a wolf is finding yourself gradually enjoying the pleasure of walking a tightrope between lies and truth...