The strongest emperor of the Three Kingdoms

"If this continues, Chen Ziyang will lose."

Hearing the words of the psychic Taoist, Du Yu nodded, then picked up the parchment roll in his hand and released the Anaconda King. In this environment full of water, the Anaconda King instantly felt like a fish in water. Du Yu and Ze Xi jumped up together , standing on it and continuing to watch the battle.

Du Yu took out a jar of wine from the package, along with two wine glasses. Du Yu filled it and handed one to Ze Xi, who waved his hand and said, "I don't know how to drink this."

Du Yu did not force himself, and put away the other wine glass and the wine jar, then shook the wine glass in his hand, with a smile on his lips. The smile was very light, but full of confidence: "I believe in him, and he will not stop. it's here."

As time goes by, the barrier of the lotus leaf becomes weaker and weaker, but the sword light becomes more and more powerful. A stream of air gathers with Chen Ziyang as the center, the second level of ancient power, the third level of ancient power, until the peak of ancient power Then I listened.

The psychic Taoist was a little stunned, but the balance of victory and defeat quietly slipped.

"Kacha."

As Chen Ziyang's sword energy became stronger and stronger, cracks finally appeared in the barrier on the lotus leaf. As soon as the cracks appeared, the sword energy filled the sky and the elf beauty sitting on the lotus leaf finally stood up. An ugly bloody scar appeared on the fair and tender arm, although it recovered in a moment.

But the beauty finally stood up, nodded towards Chen Ziyang and said:

"I lost. This is the key to the third floor."

Then a strange token came over with a three engraved on it. Chen Ziyang threw the token to Du Yu and stood behind him.

"Well, it's over."

Du Yu put away the wine glass in his hand, stretched, activated the token in his hand, and then led a few people into the light curtain in front of him.

The path on the third level was no longer a river, but a flat land. Du Yu put away the Anaconda King and walked towards the weird wolf head in front of him. The wolf head was very huge, and what he just saw was a ferocious huge one. Werewolf portrait.

"Silla."

With the sound of the chains shaking, the floor collapsed instantly, and Du Yu and his party fell down instantly. Du Yu put the two of them into the parchment, and then looked at where he was standing.

"Here, there is no shortcut for you. If you fail, you will not die. It's just that the trip to the tower has nothing to do with you."

Du Yu looked at the fire that suddenly appeared everywhere. A ferocious werewolf stood up at the end of the fire, with a ferocious look in his eyes, but his voice was low and unhurried:

"Find the only monster within three days. Even if you pass the level, you now have three villagers and a patron saint in front of you. The patron saint can protect one person every day. As long as you find the monster hidden among the three villagers within three days, you , even if you pass the level."

"Decrypt it? It's not a problem for me."

"Sir, I am a villager, I am really not a monster."

One villager pulled Du Yu's trouser leg and cried, another villager stood aside with nothing in his eyes, as cold as ice, and the third villager was practicing boxing in front of the burning wooden pile, as if nothing happened.

The guardian angel looked at Du Yu, waiting for his order to protect whom.

"You have three days, can you find the monster hiding among ordinary people?"

The sound sounded again. Du Yu lowered his head, picked up the token given by the werewolf in his hand and conveyed an instruction to the guardian spirit. The guardian spirit recalled that a barrier flashed on the three villagers, and it was unknown who landed on them.

Du Yu asked in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Old man, who do you think he is?"

Du Yu lowered his head and thought. The person holding his trouser legs in front of him was kicked away. He didn't dare to come closer. He looked at Du Yu with resentment in his eyes. If he hadn't known in advance that this was just a prop in the game, he would have really killed them. As a real person, no matter the senses, flesh and blood, or demeanor, they are exactly the same as ordinary people, without any flaws.

The first villager is simply dressed, has a cowardly character, and seems unable to transform into a monster.

The second villager seemed to be arrogant, but in fact his heart was filled with despair. He seemed to know that he was no match for the monster, and he had the consciousness of death.

The third villager is practicing boxing. He seems to be the most likely to transform into a monster, but in fact he is strengthening himself so that he will not be unable to fight back when facing the monster.

It is true that no one can form the type of monster, but Du Yu knows that although he cannot tell who is the monster for the time being, there is a nearly 80% chance that the person protected by the patron saint is not.

The psychic Taoist thought for a moment, then shook his head and said: "Put aside the mundane distractions, ask yourself in your heart, who do you think is, just say it. Anyway, you have tried your best, and the elves will not blame you if you fail."

Du Yu shook his head. Thinking of Ye Lier's disappointed eyes, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable. He sat on the ground and began to think.

"Ouch."

The first day passed quickly. Du Yu sat on the stone slab all night. When he opened his eyes again, a dazzling cold light appeared in his sharp eyes. He seemed to have captured something, at the moment when the monster killed people.

“Trust your own senses.”

The words of the psychic Taoist echoed in his ears, and with the appearance of someone's trusting eyes, Du Yu stretched out his hand and picked up a piece of hair from the ground. The hair was covered with sweat and seemed to be particularly dirty, but Du Yu didn't care about it. He put the hair to the tip of his nose and sniffed.

I finally felt it. Indeed, the werewolf said before the beginning that no one knew whether he would become a monster. Even the person who became a monster didn't know that he would turn into a monster at night. Therefore, the three people would not be able to turn into a monster during the day. Revealing a flaw.

But at night, when he turned into a monster and attacked people, he would subconsciously feel a resistance in his heart. Du Yu finally felt the smell taken away by the sweat. It was fear, the fear of the monster itself, not the fear of the person being killed. of fear.

Two of the three people were excluded in an instant, and the patron saint woke up. All three of them were safe and sound. Obviously, the person Du Yu chose to protect last night was the right one.

"Have you thought about your answer?"

The werewolf walked out of the fire. The first day had just passed, and there was no trace of anxiety in the ferocious wolf's eyes. His voice was unhurried and unhurried:

"If you haven't thought about it, I'll come back and ask again tomorrow."

"No need, I choose him."

Du Yu stretched out his hand and pointed at the villager holding his trouser legs. The werewolf's eyes were filled with surprise and his voice was a little confused:

"Congratulations, you got the answer right, but can you tell me how you judged it?"

"Although he will become a monster, his nature cannot be changed. The second person's face is ashen and he has accepted the fact. Such a person is desperate and will naturally no longer have fear. The third person dares to fight and will naturally not sit still and wait for death. , only the first person will have the smell of fear in his hair when he turns into a monster and kills people."