Chapter 65: Shen Jixing Played Him Like a Dog

Shen Jixing glared at him, his icy eyes tinged with anger as if water had pooled in them.
"Bastard, let go."
What was this little lion suddenly raging about?
Shen Jixing had always been cool and restrained, never once overstepping boundaries in public—let alone with cameras rolling for a live broadcast.
"I'll show you another time." He turned his head slightly, his long lashes quivering, his voice clear yet hoarse with warning. "Stop messing around."
Zhou Yili's brows arched with a hint of amusement.
Was Shen Jixing really going to show him the little hexagram?
Young Master Zhou's thoughts shifted abruptly, and he put on a new face: "Oh, come on, it was just a joke. Look how mad you are—are you about to cry?"
With ease, Zhou Yili pulled him back from the window sill.
His finely sculpted face held a smile as he lowered his gaze and leisurely straightened the shirt he had disheveled. "It's all right, okay?"
Shen Jixing took a deep breath, about to speak.
"What’s this?"
Zhou Yili looked at the second item he had found—a delicate, beautiful little crown.
It was studded with dazzling gems, sparkling in the moonlight.
A little gourd, a little crown.
He raised his brows slightly at Shen Jixing, his long, dark eyes scrutinizing.
Shen Jixing glanced at the crown, his expression returning to normal in an instant. His tone was calm, devoid of emotion, as he replied with a deliberate reversal,
"Isn’t it obvious?"
"…"
The audience was stunned by his composure, as if a mountain had collapsed before him and he hadn’t flinched.
But Zhou Yili’s words were even more startling.
"I see," Zhou Yili said, gently running his finger over the pretty crown. He slowly uttered three words: "Red Wolf Queen?"
Zhou Yili was using his prophetic abilities to the fullest.
"If I’m not mistaken, the true identities of the three wolves are—"
"Grey Wolf, Red Wolf Queen, and Little Grey."
Shen Jixing: "…………"
As soon as Zhou Yili finished, he realized something: "Wait, that’s not right."
Wasn’t this a family of three?
No, that wasn’t it.
"Of course not," Shen Jixing said calmly, eyes lingering on the delicate crown. His elegant lips parted indifferently. "This is… the crown of the Witch."
Zhou Yili hesitated. "The Witch wears a crown?"
Shen Jixing looked like he wanted to say, 'Mind your own business about witches,' but if he was going to fool him, he had to do it thoroughly.
He replied coolly, "Yes, putting on the crown activates the potion."
Zhou Yili asked, "How do you activate it?"
Shen Jixing answered with utmost composure, "You’ll know when you die."
With his impossibly cold face, Shen Jixing delivered the most serious nonsense imaginable.

But Zhou Yili believed him.
"So you're planning to save me with your potion?"
Shen Jixing was silent for two seconds. "…Yes."
The Prophet patted the Witch’s slender waist, now feeling he had an extra life to rely on, and hummed a little tune as he left, thoroughly satisfied.
The livestream comments:
"………"
"Brilliant, it’s like a Bulbasaur eating crispy snacks and returning to Mickey’s clubhouse—brilliance everywhere."
"Frankly, Shen Jixing plays him like a dog."
"Zhou: My wife will come save me, hehehe ababab~"
"My son is so dumb, but kind of cute ˃ʍ˂"
…
[Daybreak]
[Last night, Player Four, Sheng Que, died. No last words.]
[All players, please return to the first-floor hall. Player One will begin speaking, and Player Nine will cast the final vote.]
At the rose round table with flickering candlelight, the guests sat down, each with their own expression.
Player One was Sikong Xiu; Player Nine, Zhou Yili.
Sikong Xiu spoke first: "Unfortunately, I am just a civilian with no perspective. I stayed on the third floor all night. Let’s hear what the Prophet found out. Pass."
Player Two was Qi Yan.
Qi Yan’s statement was much like Sikong Xiu’s.
But she added, "I was on the first floor and saw Sheng Que go upstairs. He muttered that he couldn’t run on the first floor, but could jump down from the third, so I suspect he died on the third floor."
"…"
Sikong Xiu smiled with his eyes. "Are you subtly accusing me, Sister Qi?"
Qi Yan was unfazed. "I’m openly accusing everyone on the third floor."
Shen Jixing, on the second floor, remained expressionless.
Not even a twitch at the corners of his lips.
"That’s the confidence I like—calm and reliable,"
"Who understands? Watching from Star’s perspective is like cheating."
"But I was on the third floor too," Cen Susu said, troubled.
"But I’m a civilian, didn’t meet anyone yesterday. Let’s see what the Prophet and Witch have to say."
Zhou Yili glanced at her without a hint of emotion.
Player Four was the departed Sheng Que.
Like a watershed, the following statements diverged sharply from the first three mundane ones.
Player Five, Yun Yichen, started right off: "I am the Witch. Last night, I saved Player Eight, the wheelchair brother, on the first floor."
Wheelchair brother: "…"
His words sent shockwaves through the room.
Zhou Yili’s brows arched slightly; he glanced at Shen Jixing.
Shen Jixing sat with cool indifference, his profile illuminated by candlelight, strikingly beautiful.
Zhou Yili seemed to forget his investigation, his Adam’s apple sliding slowly as he swallowed.

Only Sikong Xiu was sincerely surprised. "Besides Sheng Que, Player Eight was attacked?"
"Werewolves can strike twice?" Qi Yan wondered aloud.
Cen Susu nodded. "I suspected the werewolves could attack twice—otherwise, the Witch would likely save someone."
As a fan of survival games, Cen Susu clearly had experience.
"When I saved someone, I didn’t know Sheng Que had died. I just happened to find the wheelchair brother collapsed, so I saved him," Yun Yichen said, with a faint apology.
Players not in turn could not speak.
His wheelchair brother wore a dark expression, as if he wanted to knife him.
Yun Yichen was puzzled—he had clearly saved him, hadn’t he?
Player Six was Mu Si.
He seemed to be suppressing laughter. "I am also the Witch, and last night, I saved the wheelchair… brother on the first floor."
Everyone: ???
Was he copy-pasting?
Zhou Yili propped his chin up with one hand, listening leisurely to the two Witches’ statements. As far as he knew… there was another Witch yet to come.
"Star, don’t jump as Witch this round."
"One of the two Witches is definitely a wolf. Star can pass as a civilian this round."
"But what about Little Zhou? He’s already pretending to be the Witch."
"Little Zhou is foolish; Star will handle it tonight."
Player Seven was Shen Jixing.
In the face of two competing Witch claims, Shen Jixing spoke calmly: "I am the Witch. I didn’t save anyone last night."
The whole room was stunned.
The first three players were collectively bewildered.
Are we all civilians in spots 1-3, and all Witches in 5-7?
"A new path—playing matching games in Werewolf."
"Sheng Que was a Witch too? Four Witches among nine players?"
"Aren’t I watching from the god perspective? Why can’t I make sense of any of this?"
Yun Yichen was surprised. "You’re the Witch too?"
"Yes." Shen Jixing didn’t elaborate. "Is that a problem?"
Yun Yichen chuckled lightly. "You must be a wolf, because I saved the wheelchair brother last night."
Shen Jixing’s supposed high intelligence seemed mere hype—how could he dare to claim Witch in a double jump?
Yun Yichen’s lips curled into a smile.
He had truly saved Boyu, personally delivering the potion.
The next moment, the wheelchair brother’s words drained his face of color: "Seven is the real Witch. Pass."
Yun Yichen: "???"
Did I just pour the potion down a dog’s throat?