Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 306 5

"great."

"I can too."

I heard some vague sounds in my ears, the pain subsided, my body fell into the air, and the lost vitality quickly filled up and flowed through every inch of flesh and blood.

The savior's stagnant chest rose and fell violently. The young man took a deep breath and suddenly opened his eyes.

He saw data scrolling above the black dome. The scene seemed familiar and reminded He Feng of the Poem of Life. After the entire copy was cracked, the false sky shattered to reveal a similar scene.

He subconsciously reached out and saw the double-edged sword firmly held in his hand.

The long sword he discarded after taking the second step.

Not quite right.

After getting rid of the bloody realm, the blue-purple flame absorbed the endless origin of hell again. It grew rapidly and wrapped He Feng inside, and a ball of fire appeared in the sky.

"Where's Unit 10?" He Feng didn't have the strength to lift his body, so he just lay down and frowned and asked in confusion: "What realm is it?"

Huyan Wanji and the others remained silent. They really didn't know how to tell He Feng what had happened.

The props randomly set by the horror game system became the reason why the savior survived. The explosion that almost destroyed the entire data layer was as light as a feather in front of the shield that could withstand everything.

With only 1 health point left, he couldn't deduct the 50%, and in the end, He Feng only had 1 health point left.

But what these represent is a human life.

They didn't know how to tell He Feng that Sheng Nancheng was dead, so they could only watch the fireball carrying He Feng slowly fall to the ground and land in front of the villa.

He Feng was unable to recover from the dizziness caused by excessive blood loss. The mermaids' singing continued and their wounds healed quickly. He remembered the bet Qian Youlin had made before.

He was really tricked.

He Feng chuckled, the followers of the goddess of luck are so powerful.

After he regained some strength, Xiao Jiu opened the package. However, before He Feng could get up from the ground, he was suddenly hugged by someone. The person started crying and was quite noisy.

"He's not dead, stop crying." He Feng chuckled and tried to pull Qian Youlin off him: "The crybaby hasn't even started crying, but you're the first one to start crying. Isn't this crybaby going to laugh at you to death?"

After these words were spoken, the surroundings became quiet. He Feng's heart skipped a beat. He shook his still dizzy head and glanced at everyone's faces.

He didn't see Sheng Nancheng, he only saw Lu Ming kneeling on the ground, with Shen Zishu and Qi Guanju beside him.

Crybaby.

He is back, where is the crybaby?

Something was disconnected at this moment, his blood rushed up, and his ears kept ringing. He Feng couldn't hear what Qian Youlin was saying. He staggered to his feet, took a few steps forward and fell in front of Lu Ming again.

He heard himself speak, his voice trembling: "Cry, where is the crybaby? I'm back, where is the crybaby!"

Lu Ming raised his head, revealing his tear-stained face. He regained his calm expression, but it looked more like numbness.

“Brother He.” Lu Ming said, “The crybaby wins.”

"What does winning mean!" He Feng's emotions were somewhat out of control. He spoke in an anxious tone, with tears in his eyes: "Don't just say he won! What does winning mean! Where's the crybaby?!"

"Brother, brother," Qian Youlin choked up and went to help He Feng: "Let's calm down first, it's okay, it's okay."

It was dark in front of him, and He Feng fell to the ground without catching his breath. Shen Zishu grabbed him and held him in his arms.

"Where's the crybaby?" The savior's eyes were red. He tugged at Shen Zishu's sleeve and continued to ask stubbornly, "Where's Sheng Nancheng?"

There was no point in hiding things at this point. Qian Youlin turned his head away and bit his lip to stop himself from crying. The others were also trying their best to suppress their sadness. It seemed that Shen Zishu was the only one who could tell the truth.

"Good boy." Shen Zishu stroked He Feng's back again and again, trying to calm him down a little: "The destruction of Unit 10 is the way the horror game system left you, crybaby." He paused, and his voice trembled when he spoke again: "He didn't make it out of that hell alive."

The answer that he had guessed long ago was confirmed. A fishy and sweet taste rushed up his throat, and He Feng turned his head and vomited a mouthful of blood.

Everything in front of his eyes was blurry, and all the luck he had managed to gain with great difficulty was crushed.

He suddenly remembered that when he was in Jing'an School, he told Crybaby that the mentality of relying on luck was the key to his victory.

So what now?

He came out of that hell alive, so he thought Sheng Nancheng would come out as well, but Sheng Nancheng died in that hell, together with Unit 10.

so what.

The savior's only hope was shattered. He thought Sheng Nancheng would not die, but Sheng Nancheng was dead.

And the core of Unit 1 was still in Sheng Nancheng's heart. In this way, all 10 units were destroyed. Sheng Nancheng's death really became the key to He Feng's victory.

In the phrase.

The words from the past became a knife stabbing He Feng.

"I'm going to die soon."

"Brother, I want to live."

"Brother, I will be the savior's right-hand man! Let's take back that victory together!"

"Brother, we will all stay by your side until the end, so don't worry!"

That vivid person was engraved in He Feng's mind. He remembered every move and every word of the crybaby. He Feng was miserable and bent his back under the heavy burden. The savior could no longer hold back his tears, as if he wanted to express all the injustices.

Why wasn't I the one who died?

Why did the crybaby die in that hell?

Why did things turn out like this.

He Feng had these questions, but he couldn't ask them.

They've been working for that damn victory for too long, and the number of lives they've lost is increasing.

From the initial 57 lives to now, the accumulated number is enough to crush He Feng's sanity.

But he could only stand up and tell himself to move forward, and move forward again.

He has witnessed too many farewells along the way, and too many people have died in his arms.

It seemed like he really couldn't do anything and could only numbly accept everything that happened.

But he knew that he could not fall here, nor could he fall down. He could only move forward one step, and then another.

So now, and only now, he has a chance to vent and cry out all the sadness, pain, and unbearable things.

After he finished crying, he was still the arrogant crazy savior, and he could still calmly, madly, and flawlessly point the knife at the horror game system.

He was just a little sad.

If the goddess of luck can really see them, why not take a closer look at that crybaby.

He was only 23 years old, still so young, how could he die in that hell.

He had clearly thrown away all the pain and suffering, so why did they come back to him so unreasonably and keep pestering him?

"Boyfriend." He Feng choked up and smiled bitterly. Even if he closed his eyes, tears would still overflow from his eyes: "That victory is so heavy, so heavy that we must win it to give everyone an explanation."

Shen Zishu responded, and he wiped away the tears on He Feng's cheeks with his curled fingers: "Yes, I will get it, I promise."

At 8:40 am on the Player Island, those players who were still participating in the dungeon were forced to quit, and they appeared on the merged Player Island with confused faces.

Two million mechanical armies have obeyed orders and begun to infiltrate the entire player island. "A Glimpse of the Goddess of Luck" has taken effect, and the luck of all players has been increased. Everyone has received an additional 50 points of luck.

The players who already knew what happened held their weapons, and those who returned from the dungeon quickly understood what had happened and also tightened their weapons.

He Feng changed out of his bloody clothes. The corners of his eyes were still red, but his expression was extremely calm.

He had no time to rest, and even his sadness had to be stopped to a certain extent. He had to stop it no matter what.

Behind him, all members of the family-annihilation organization were ready to go, just waiting for that order.

He Feng started the live broadcast, and those who followed him quickly called on others to rush into the live broadcast room.

The number of viewers increased from 0 to , , , and finally to over million. He Feng's live broadcast room finally accommodated all the players of the horror game.

"I crawled out of that hell alive." He Feng looked calm, but the flames behind him grew more and more intense, exposing the owner's anger at a glance: "Now, it's a fight to the death."

In the main space, due to the lack of raw materials, no matter how Shen Zhu pieced it together, he could not create the eleventh core.

His forehead was covered in cold sweat and his fingertips were trembling badly.

He couldn't create any more protection for himself, and this time it was really over.

Shen Zhu took a deep breath and told himself that he must calm down. Human emotions must not shake his calculations.

"Why didn't my creator choose me?"

Hearing the cold question from Unit 1, Shen Zhu suddenly swung his hand and hit it, but only hit air.

He heard auditory hallucinations and seemed to have become a real human being.

"Host, I ask why my creator has abandoned me and us."

Unit 1's questions were repeated over and over in Shen Zhu's ears. That cold and mechanical tone became Shen Zhu's nightmare.

Shen Zhu suddenly felt that Unit 1 never seemed to want to get an answer. It just wanted to torture itself and let itself be trapped in the abyss of this problem forever.

Why didn't the Creator choose him.

Why doesn't the Creator love him.

Why must the Creator destroy him?

Shen Zhu opened his eyes wide, tears rolling down his cheeks one after another. He grabbed his hair and smiled hideously.

Don't choose then don't choose!

He will always choose himself!

He will always love himself!

He will always stand on his own side!

Even if I have nothing! Even if all I get is betrayal!

This is what he has to do, no matter what, to protect himself with all his strength.

Yes, he must live, he must create the most powerful and perfect game in the world, he should be above everyone and everything.

Now that the goal is clear, Shen Zhu has nothing to fear.

He disrupted the data of the entire horror game and began to release monsters and bosses from the dungeon into the player island.

It doesn’t matter if this group of players is out of his control, he can always introduce a new group.

Human beings are such numerous and greedy creatures that as long as he gives more and more benefits next time, many people will be willing to serve as data for him.

Shen Zhu calmed down completely. He opened his control panel indifferently, looked at the emotional system that soared to the red line and chose to shut it down directly.

It is better not to open this kind of thing, as it will affect his calculations.

At 9:07 Player Island time, monsters appeared everywhere in the Player Island. The angry players found a target to vent their anger. There was basically no need for the mechanical army to take action. The players just rushed up with their weapons in hand.

Player Island No. 10 is next to Player Island No. 1. It didn’t take long for He Feng and the others to get there, and Qi Ruxing picked them up personally.

Qi Ruxing asked straight to the point: "Is there anything else we can help you with?"

He Feng met Qi Ruxing's gaze and said solemnly: "Stay alive, stay alive, I will take all of you home."

The "savior" has finally become concrete. He Feng was able to save all the others with just one sword under extremely harsh circumstances. He can now stand in front of everyone and say that he will take everyone home.

The fight between He Feng and Shen Zhu was never an adjective: one of them had to die.

Shen Zhu only has himself, while He Feng has Shen Zishu by his side, the family-annihilating organization behind him, and all the players.

No matter what, this feud should end.

After receiving the latest instructions from the Savior, the players became even more excited.

The 50-point bonus to luck is very useful. Many people have accidentally avoided fatal blows, increasing their survival rate to a level they themselves could not have imagined.

In the center of the town on Player 1's island, most of the facilities had been destroyed due to the fighting, and even the player strength ranking list was not spared.

But the strange thing is that the rest of the rankings are all gibberish, only "Enemy" is still intact.

This is the highest praise a horror game can be given, and now it is hanging on the huge screen, showing its presence.

Yes, and only "enemies".

The "enemy" himself was standing right under the screen, the live broadcast room was open, and the young man was holding a double-edged sword and standing shoulder to shoulder with the Creator.

This area was deliberately cleared out by He Feng, leaving a large space for the final settlement.

The other members of the extermination organization have dispersed to help. Xiao Yunzhou's four evil spirits directly let the bosses released by Shen Zhu experience what hell's difficulty is.

No monsters can come to this area, and no one comes to disturb it. This is the area marked out by He Feng himself.

Not far away, the space suddenly twisted and turned, Shen Zhu tore through the void and appeared in front of the two.

"I'm sorry that you didn't die in that hell." Shen Zhu looked at He Feng: "If you died there, at least you wouldn't have seen what it would look like after all the failures."

"Is this trash talk before the decisive battle?" He Feng chuckled. "Raising a tiger to cause trouble" automatically drew the anger value, which directly climbed from 0 to million. He Feng raised his eyebrows: "There's no need to pretend to be calm. Don't we know what you're like? You should jump up and down. Look, the anger value has soared to million in an instant. Don't get angry to death."