"That's the village chief," the rooster replied.
"The current village chief?"
"No."
The rooster shook its head.
"Then which era's village chief was it?"
"I don't know, but he was very, very old, older than my master," the rooster said.
Fine, you can't expect a chicken to have much concept of time.
"Why did they build a statue for him? Was he very powerful?" Liu Zheng asked a different question.
"Before, the village had very few people and was very poor, so poor they couldn't even afford to raise chickens."
"He went out and brought many people back from outside, along with money.""The village became wealthy, the population grew, everyone was very happy, so they built him a statue," the rooster said while recalling.
These words were probably told to it by the carpenter.
"Was he always like that statue from the beginning?"
"No, he only became like that when he was about to die. The witch said he was sick. Later, many people got sick," the rooster said.
"What was the village chief's name?"
"Master called him Old Village Chief."
"Alright."
The so-called sickness of the Old Village Chief was probably him turning into a werewolf.
It's just not clear yet whether he was a werewolf from the beginning or became one after going outside.
The fact that many people got sick later also has two possibilities.
One is that the original villagers turned into werewolves, the other is that those outsider villagers turned into werewolves.
So the conflict between the so-called villagers and werewolves is actually a conflict between natives and outsiders?
"What does the line of text on the statue base mean?" Liu Zheng asked again.
"I don't know how to read," the rooster said.
"Your master didn't tell you?"
One is that the original villagers turned into werewolves, the other is that those outsider villagers turned into werewolves.
"For someone who's a craftsman, not even knowing how to read—you should feel shame, shame!" Liu Zheng said passionately.
However, the rooster just tilted its comb and looked at him like he was a crazy goose.
"Ahem. So where did the village people go?" he asked again.
"Aren't you people from the village?"
"I mean your master, and the other villagers besides us," Liu Zheng said.
"I don't know."
"You don't know?"
"Although I can talk, I'm still a chicken. Why do you expect me to know so much?" the rooster looked at him strangely.
"Alright, that's my problem," he said helplessly.
Not all chickens are Napoleon.
"Before leaving, master hid me in the chicken coop and left me lots of bugs."
"But I ate too fast and finished them all. So I came out to look for food, and then you caught me," the rooster said.
"Where is your coop?" Liu Zheng's eyes lit up.
The carpenter might have left clues in the rooster's coop.
"Over there," the rooster flew onto the windowsill, raised one claw and pointed toward a small house.
He raised his eyebrows slightly—Player 10 seemed to have run into that house.
Liu Zheng remembered that he apparently claimed to be a civilian during the police election.
This kind of behavior actually has werewolf probability—even if he's not a werewolf, he's a troublemaker.
Since that's the case, they can "communicate" a bit.
Liu Zheng stood at the window watching for a while but didn't notice anything unusual.
So he searched around the barn again.
But aside from a pile of grain, he found nothing.
However, at least he didn't need to worry about food problems now.
"One hour until nightfall," the announcement sounded again.
And at this time, the sulfuric acid rain also stopped.
"Should I go out and explore?" Liu Zheng fell into thought.
After brief hesitation, he decided to go out and look.
After all, as the player with the highest current status, and someone who was reported as saved by the fake witch, his chances of being killed tonight were very high.
If Liu Zheng exited the game, then this round's victory or defeat would be in others' hands.
Although he was confident this poison could hit one werewolf, poisoning one werewolf wasn't enough to secure victory.
Since this wasn't normal Werewolf, he would enter the game personally to win half a move against heaven.
Moreover, Liu Zheng still had a trump card.
He put his hand in his pocket, where a golden light flickered slightly.
"Name: Golden Finger (One-time Use)"
"Type: Item"
"Quality: Perfect"
"Effect: Use at the appropriate time to choose one of three random cheats."
"Note: We disciples of the Fengling Yueying Sect have never known what game difficulty means."
"Can be taken out of dungeon: Yes"
No matter how it changes, the essence of Werewolf is still a game.
As long as it's a game, it can't withstand the Golden Finger.
If he didn't have this safety net, Liu Zheng wouldn't have rashly participated in this lethal game.
Of course, such a precious item should be avoided if possible.
He put the Golden Finger back into his system space, dragged two bags of grain, picked up the rooster, and walked out of the barn.
Almost simultaneously, other players also emerged from their hiding places.
Liu Zheng dragging grain and carrying a chicken attracted their attention, but no one spoke to ask.
This was a well-known rule—players cannot talk to each other.
With the mermaid watching from a god's perspective, tricks like talking to oneself weren't possible either.
Liu Zheng ignored them and walked to the carpenter's small house by himself.
Player 10 watched him silently, showing no intention of moving aside.
Liu Zheng didn't say anything either, just put down a bag of grain in front of him, then squeezed past him into the house.
A flash of anger appeared in Player 10's eyes, but he ultimately didn't act out.
He shouldered the grain and walked toward another house.
The other players glanced at each other and began their own actions.
Some looked for new places to stay, some explored the village, and some walked toward the outside of the village.
Of course, this had nothing to do with Liu Zheng anymore.
He had already entered the carpenter's house.
Although the owner was a carpenter, there wasn't much furniture in the room.
A small bed, a cabinet, a table with two chairs, and some miscellaneous small items.
So, although the house wasn't large, it looked quite bright and spacious.
Liu Zheng opened the cabinet—inside were two sets of autumn/winter clothes, while the current season in Werewolf Village should be spring.
He searched through the pockets but found nothing.
Looking at the wardrobe, Liu Zheng entered a state of thought.
First, the carpenter must have left in a hurry.
Because judging from the home furnishings, he wasn't a wealthy person—in fact, quite poor.
And for poor people, clothing is valuable property.
If he could take it, he definitely wouldn't have abandoned it.
Second, the carpenter wasn't completely unprepared either.
Because he took all his other clothes with him.
If he had two sets of autumn/winter clothes, he must have had more spring/summer clothes.
The carpenter probably isn't dead—is he hiding outside the village or inside the village?
Or is he hidden among the remaining 11 players?
"Qin Shi Huang, where's your coop?" Liu Zheng asked.
"In the kitchen," the rooster led him to the kitchen on the right side of the house.
The kitchen utensils were all there, but the food was gone, leaving only a string of chili peppers hanging on the wall.
Not sure if the carpenter took them or if Player 10 took them.
The rooster pecked at the ground, and a wooden block the same color as the floor immediately popped up.
Liu Zheng grabbed the wooden block and lifted it upward—an entrance appeared before him.