This is how you should find a ghost slave.

[First Night Mission Settlement]

[Complete]

[Warning: Nighttime activity level in the villa has increased]

[All passengers, please be careful]

The icy prompts were clearly listed, one by one!

In front of everyone's eyes!

Five silver card strips and one golden card strip appeared in Chen Yu's hand!

It was obvious... these were the Trait Clues and room clue mentioned in the just-concluded announcement!

"?"

Sun Xueming froze on the spot, his complexion changing repeatedly. Especially upon seeing Chen Yu had taken all six clues, the unease in his heart finally began to stir... "Uh... President Sun, there's been a bit of an accident. How did he... get six clues?"

"That is to say, he alone killed all the monsters in the settlement?"

"Ahem, is that for real? This seems off, doesn't it? President Sun, say something!"

The group of high-intelligence individuals from the Lighthouse Society had already begun to retreat.

The people from the Scavenger Group weren't faring much better, looking at each other, a hint of cowardice in their eyes.

After all, everyone had seen the Swollen-Rot Experimental Subjects—immensely strong and fast. They could only watch helplessly as their teammates from the same car died horribly, not even considering resistance.

But this young man before them killed five???

"About that..."

Li Hairong rolled his eyes, deliberately softening his voice: "Looking at it now, it was all a misunderstanding! Who said Student Chen Yu was a Ghost Slaves! Huh?!"

Zhang Longqi and Liu Zixuan's expressions changed, realizing things had taken a terrible turn!

Before they could even defend themselves!

Li Hairong had already swung his arm in a wide arc!

"SMACK!!!"

It was a direct slap to the face!

It landed squarely on Zhang Longqi's face, making his already mangled features even more disfigured... "What a damnable piece of trash!"

Fuming with anger, Li Hairong put on a righteous and indignant act: "You have no guts, almost pissing yourself from fear, and you slander a fellow passenger? A complete and utter coward! You almost made me wrong an innocent man!"

"I..."

Zhang Longqi covered his face, unable to defend himself.

How could he have imagined that Chen Yu going out in the middle of the night was actually to slaughter five Ghost Faces?!

Fuck, is that even reasonable?!

Sun Xueming also immediately seized the opportunity to back down: "Student Chen Yu, there were only two teams on the second floor. The remaining six were upstairs. Without witnessing it ourselves, we could only believe his lies!"

"Fortunately, this system prompt came just in time, clearing the clouds to reveal the sun and proving your innocence!"

"That's right!"

Li Hairong slapped his thigh, as if he wasn't the one shouting for blood just moments ago: "This is a great achievement! In our villa, we desperately need a heroic figure like you!"

He chuckled: "Look, the settlement even rewarded clues. We're all in the same boat now, so we should share information about the Ghost Slaves to complete the mission..."

The two of them performed a duet.

For a moment, all eyes in the dining room were once again focused on Chen Yu.

Curiosity, shock, apprehension, desire.

Chen Yu looked at the pairs of eyes around him, then lowered his gaze to the card strips in his hand.

"Chen Yu, we..."

Li Mengyao wanted to say something.

But Chen Yu raised a hand to stop her. Slowly, he placed the card strips on the table, spreading them out to reveal the text.

"Whoosh—"

The crowd instantly erupted into commotion!

They surged forward in a rush, jostling and squeezing, craning their necks, eyes wide open!

"Let me see! Get out of the way!"

"Don't push! Damn it! I need to see too!"

"Silver ones! There's writing on them!"

"There are all kinds, golden ones too!"

Silver [Trait Clue] A Ghost Slaves's height is approximately between 165 and 175 centimeters.

Silver [Trait Clue] A Ghost Slaves has a wound on their leg.

Silver [Trait Clue] A Ghost Slaves's left shoulder bears an old scar or a special birthmark.

Silver [Trait Clue] A Ghost Slaves exhibits an unusual, slight aversion to deep red.

Silver [Trait Clue] A Ghost Slaves's natural voice is hoarse.

Golden [Location Clue] A Ghost Slaves's assigned room is located on the villa's third or fourth floor.

Five silver, one gold. The information was concise!

It stirred up a storm of shock among the crowd!

"165 to 175... that range is too broad! Most of us fall within that!"

"Old scar? Birthmark? How are we supposed to find that?!"

"Deep red, slight aversion? Who would avoid the color red?"

"How do we judge a hoarse voice? This clue is completely useless!"

Suspicion began to spread again, but this time, it had a clear direction.

Subconsciously, people began scanning their surroundings with their eyes, sizing up those who might fit the clues, and maintaining their distance.

"President Sun, you people from the Lighthouse Society have sharp minds,"

Li Hairong turned his head, "What's your take on these clues?"

Sun Xueming adjusted his glasses: "Everyone, please calm down first! Let me say a few words..."

As the one controlling the situation on the field, his words still carried some weight.

The clamor gradually subsided.

His tone was grave: "These clues are undoubtedly valuable, pointing out the Ghost Slaves's traits. But, have any of you considered the consequences of publicly revealing such vague clues?"

He pointed at the silver card strips: "The number of people who match one or two of these criteria is probably not small!"

"If we use this standard to identify the Ghost Slaves, everyone will be in danger, suspicious and wary of each other. That will only lead to endless suspicion! Endless infighting, until we're all wiped out!"

Everyone felt this made a lot of sense.

Until,

Chen Yu slowly gathered up the clue cards, raised his eyes, and said: "I have a method here that avoids suspicion."

Sun Xueming was taken aback: "What method?"

Chen Yu smiled faintly: "Simple. Kill all of you people from the third and fourth floors."

"?"

Sun Xueming's face changed: "What kind of joke is that, you..."

"Pfft!"

Sun Xueming died.

A steel blade pierced his throat.

Chen Yu pulled out the knife and spoke calmly: "I'm not joking. This is how you find a Ghost Slaves."

"Damn it, he's insane, completely mad... This is a lunatic."

A tall, thin man from another society screamed, turned around, and tried to run back!

"Pfft!"

He died too, directly beheaded!

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

This time, the attacks were too decisive! Ruthless! Utterly without warning!

Four people from the societies died instantly!

These middle-aged scholars, accustomed to a leisurely life, where had they ever experienced life-and-death combat?

They couldn't react at all!

Shen Qingci, Li Mengyao, Lin Yue:

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Zhang Longqi, Liu Zixuan:

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