Duan Yiren's words caused the atmosphere in the hall to become somewhat tense.
"I have a bottle of antidote in my hand that can save one person. Last night, I acted together with the Prophet. During that time, his behavior was strange, and he even tried to ambush me later, so I directly poisoned him to death." Duan Yiren glanced around as he approached Baiyu, "We entered together, so you don't need to doubt his identity; he definitely isn't a Werewolf."
"You mean today's vote will be among the other three?" The Demon Race woman asked in the common language.
The faces of the other three became grim.
Whoever gets chosen in the vote will die immediately.
This feeling of life and death being held in someone else's hands is unsettling.
"Witch, Prophet, Hunter, Fool."
"Four Citizen Cards."
"Four Werewolf Cards."
