I Beat Up Npcs in a Bizarre World

208: Chapter 208: Werewolf Game (Part 9)The further she walked out, the darker the sky became.

The howling of wolves grew increasingly frequent.

At the village entrance, Qian Ye held up the hong ling umbrella, staring at the eerie green eyes appearing in the darkness.

Judging by eye, this wolf looked to be nearly two meters tall.

”Hey, I wonder who would win in a fight between a werewolf and a skeleton~”

”Hee hee!”

Qian Ye lightly patted Xiao Hua in her hand.

”Xiao Hua, it’s time to put your brothers and sisters to work~”

Xiao Hua swayed its body. Hmph, Master only knows how to bully others.

They aren’t even from my lineage.

Despite its words, Xiao Hua still controlled the skeletons to charge at the werewolves opposite them.

Smelling the scent of a living person, the werewolves began to grow excited.

For a moment, the howling grew louder, and in the next second, they bared their teeth and lunged toward Qian Ye.

As they drew near, a heavy stench of blood wafted from them, and bits of flesh from some unknown player still hung from their fangs.

Master, aaaah, I can’t take it, it’s too smelly.

”Pfft, it seems you’ve been living too comfortably lately.”

Even she, the owner, hadn’t said anything, yet it was the first to act disgusted.

Qian Ye joined the fray, wielding the red singer. She swept it out, but to her surprise, the target managed to dodge.

”Heh, you actually dare to dodge.”

Master, what are you saying? If it doesn’t dodge, should it just stand there and let you kill it?

”Xiao Hua, has life been a bit too good for you lately?” A sinister voice rang in Xiao Hua’s ear, making its leaves feel cold for a split second.

Oh no, it’s been getting a bit too cocky lately.

”Go for it, Master! I’ve got high hopes for you.” Xiao Hua swayed its body; it shouldn’t be too late for some flattery.

”Awoo~”

”Awoo~ Awoo~”

As the noise grew, more and more werewolves gathered around.

Hu Yuan hid in a corner, peeking out at the scene. ”One, two, three... ten... twelve...”

How is this possible?

Between the two factions, it was unclear how many remained, but based on the number of people in the ancestral hall earlier, there were now over a dozen werewolves. How many ”Good” players were left in his faction then?

Hu Yuan felt a chill down his spine. With a stiff neck, he turned his head halfway before dodging with the fastest speed of his life.

Dodging to one side, he saw a werewolf with blood-red eyes staring at the spot where he had just been standing.

”There’s even more...”

Hu Yuan summoned his weapon—a bow and arrow flickering with sparks of fire.

”Hehe, I’ve been wanting to taste what roasted wolf meat is like.”

The man and the wolf became locked in combat.

For a time, there were white bones, humans, werewolves, sounds of collisions, and things collapsing...

”Damn it, why are there more and more werewolves?”

Hu Yuan stared at his surroundings; more werewolves were closing in on him.

Suddenly, another werewolf appeared in front of Hu Yuan.

”Damn it, is there no end to this?” Hu Yuan loosed an arrow.

Qian Ye dodged. Hmm?

Hu Yuan is actually attacking me.

Master, something seems wrong.

Look, his state isn’t right.

Qian Ye stared at Hu Yuan. He was shooting incessantly, and around him, the dead wolves were reverting to their true forms.

They were actually the players from the ancestral hall.

In an instant, Qian Ye understood.

These werewolves were all transformed players.

Qian Ye looked at Hu Yuan, then at herself. She still looked human and hadn’t turned into a werewolf.

She just didn’t know why she appeared as a werewolf in Hu Yuan’s eyes.

Seeing Hu Yuan still wielding his weapon and firing arrows in all directions.

”Hu Yuan! Close your eyes!”

”Close your eyes!”

Who is speaking?

Hu Yuan looked around but couldn’t see a single figure, only werewolves.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Master, he’s fallen into a nightmare.

Qian Ye sighed, then approached him and knocked him out with a chop to the neck. Instantly, it went quiet.

As expected, it still depends on Master.

Blood dripped from the tip of the red singer in Qian Ye’s hand. For a moment, the surrounding werewolves didn’t dare to approach easily.

Having guessed the identity of these werewolves, Qian Ye didn’t strike out recklessly.

Next, she would just wait for daybreak.