Nighttime.
The surroundings are eerily silent, as still as a stagnant pool.
Besides the pale moonlight and the uniform stone bricks around me, there's nothing but the ink-colored shadow beneath my feet.
Bai Youwei stood alone in the square, propping up her chin, silently pondering about the voting.
Xu Fanghe's elimination was within her calculations, but the fact that Xu Fanghe wasn't the X Guest did surprise her.
There are still nine people on the field.
In Red Eyes, there's the short-haired woman and a pale-skinned man, along with herself.
In Yellow Eyes, there are the three follower doctors led by the bespectacled man.
In Blue Eyes, there's Fang Yu and Ya Chaohui, along with a man in a suit who always thinks he's a part of Red Eyes.
3:3:3, nine people in total.
Either five people win, or only the X Guest wins.
