Among these four NPCs, there's always one who is the snitch.
The others also want to make trouble.
Suddenly, a howl echoed from the podium.
Windsor's head suddenly protruded in an incredibly twisted and bizarre manner, splitting into four human heads, and expanded continually.
The four players were engulfed.
The other players turned pale at the sight.
With so many already gone, now four more have died, leaving less than half of us.
There are now fewer than 8 players remaining.
Many began sweating, and looking at the NPCs beside them with growing distrust.
Erin noticed Josh beside her looking calm, unable to hold back, she leaned over and quietly asked, "You don't suspect me?"
Josh didn't even raise an eyelid: "Not at all."
Erin cast her a skeptical glance, clearly not convinced.
Josh turned her head and gave her a chilling smile.
Erin felt goosebumps rise on her back; this woman is more like a monster than she is.
Suddenly, a terrifying thought crossed her mind.
