Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 297: Infernal Hell 6: Seeds of Hope

"The goddess of luck is watching me." He Feng smiled and rubbed Shen Zishu's chin: "So don't worry."

Shen Zishu did not respond. He lowered his head and tried to rub his cheek into He Feng's palm.

"Are you tired?" He Feng asked him, holding Shen Zishu's face with his hands: "Do you need a rest?"

Shen Zishu shook his head: "I'm not tired, no need to stop. You know, I can no longer be considered a human being."

Of course He Feng knew it. He knew it five years ago.

Beneath the white bones is not only flesh and blood, but also parts that are tightly connected together.

The horror game system saved Shen Zishu's life, but it also deprived him of his human identity, putting him in danger of death again. He could only use reason to forcibly support that belief.

They were going to go through that hell together.

At 00:09 on the second day of the dungeon, there were 419 players left. It had been nearly ten hours since the players entered the dungeon. He Feng, holding a long sword, stepped onto the battlefield again.

Although he had only rested for an hour and a half, He Feng showed no signs of slowing down. The long sword coldly slaughtered those lifeless monsters.

The headache continued, and the torturous pain had spread to the temples, twitching again and again, making He Feng want to stab himself.

Under this circumstance, the aura surrounding He Feng became more violent. His speed increased, and the splattering blood slowed down many times in his eyes. He Feng leaned sideways to avoid the dirty blood and stabbed the monster in the chest with a knife.

"I really should have..."

“Step in and take a look.”

Familiar words exploded in his ears, He Feng's eyes narrowed, and when he looked up, the monster had turned into Fu Shi's appearance.

"Sister, please give us your last blessing. Just nod your head."

Fu Hua's head rolled to the ground. He Feng retracted the knife. He took a few steps back, gasped, and closed his eyes.

"All data are normal." Hu Yanwanji stared at the screen to find some clues. After he found something wrong, he started to test it but he couldn't find any problems in the end. He could only say with some self-blame: "I can't find out where the accident happened. I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize." He Feng took a deep breath, and he used the black and red mist to make a blindfold for himself: "I never rely on my eyesight to kill monsters."

With vision blocked, the auditory hallucinations seemed to become more severe.

The sound of cooking, Xiaochun's laughter, Si Shanyue sang a song in his perfect high note, and Jiang Chong frowned and clapped his hands several times.

The little girls were chirping and laughing, Zhang Yu was lying on Chu Siqi's lap to show Ning Simu her newly done nails, and Little Pepper had already started to reserve a spot.

Song Tan was drinking coffee. Shen Zishu bought him a coffee machine that poor guys like them couldn't afford, and the coffee machine has been in use all the time.

Ying Zong was teased by Baili Mu again, saying that the president actually made coffee himself. Yue Zhong laughed and said that Baili Mu also had to make it himself.

When Xiao Mu was braiding Huyan Wanji's hair, he used the hair accessories he bought for Huyan Wanji and tied it on secretly, allowing Huyan Wanji to show off for a long time.

His hand was held by Shen Zishu, and He Feng heard him say that he would have a big meal after everyone left.

Shen Zishu hummed, came over, kissed him and said yes.

He Feng couldn't see the road ahead clearly. He could only identify the direction from which the monster was rushing amidst the noisy auditory hallucinations and raised his sword to slash.

He seemed to see the scarlet color. The people who were talking and laughing just now fell down one after another. He Feng's anger level gradually increased.

The values ​​of the Hell of Infernal Affairs were regulated in a strange way. The Ankang Fourth Mental Hospital gave inspiration to the horror game system. He made a copy that was different from the player's magnetic field and sent 498 carefully selected people in to die.

He also changed some settings of the copy and forcibly pulled down He Feng and Shen Zishu who were not affected by the magnetic field.

The strings of data that made up the copy were all the undisguised malice of the horror game system. Despite this, he always left everyone a glimmer of hope. He wanted He Feng to jump into that blood realm personally.

He must be willing, he must never have peace, and the savior must be buried here forever.

The horror game system had already thought it through. Once He Feng died, he would make He Feng and Shen Zishu into specimens and place them on Player Island No. 1 for all players to see, to see the consequences of resisting him.

Only when the savior who is infinitely close to success dies in front of everyone, will these people face the reality and know who is in charge of the horror game.

The auditory hallucination continued, He Feng was somewhat trapped in it, and his movements gradually became slow.

"I bet that you can return safely. I make this bet in the name of the goddess of luck."

The obstruction in front of his eyes faded away, and the savior's eyes turned bloodshot. His mind was extremely clear at this moment. He turned back to avoid the monster's attack and slashed the monster with his backhand.

He Feng clenched the knife in his hand again. The mermaid's singing washed away all other auditory hallucinations at this moment.

In the last illusion, He Feng saw the compassionate goddess of luck. She stood on the same level as He Feng, and a golden teardrop slid down from the corner of her eye.

The goddess of luck raised her hand, and her beautiful fingertips pointed forward.

"A glimpse from the goddess of luck" completely enveloped He Feng at this moment. The negative luck value seemed to have changed at this moment, but it also seemed that nothing had changed.

He Feng's movements became light again. He killed three monsters with one sword. It could be said that it was effortless and without any burden.

Huyan Wanji was about to cry. God knew how worried he was when he saw He Feng's movements slowing down. Now, when He Feng recovered and even became even stronger, he had only one thing to say, "Woo woo woo."

"I had a dream." He Feng chuckled. He dodged the monster's claws gracefully by moving sideways. "I had a dream about a long, long time ago."

"So don't cover your eyes." Si Shanyue hesitated for a moment, and under the encouraging gazes of others, he continued, "It's pitch black, I'm afraid you'll fall asleep."

He Feng really couldn't help himself. As he laughed out loud, the depression in his chest was swept away: "Well, it really can't be covered."

The others also started laughing, and their laughter was mixed with tears, but no one could cry.

They all know exactly when that long, long time ago was.

Another feature of He Feng’s spiritual sea of ​​consciousness is that he can hear some sounds.

Even though these are not all of them, they are things they have experienced personally, so how could they not remember them?

They all remember and will never forget that beautiful, light-hearted and hopeful time.

And now, the seeds of their hope have grown into towering trees, which can not only kill three monsters with one strike, but can even chop down a large area with a fancy spinning blade.

At this moment, the speed at which monsters refreshed could not keep up with He Feng's speed in killing monsters. He stood on the remains, his long sword dripping with blood. His eyes were clear as he looked at the monsters that were twisting and born, as if he was looking at the pile of garbage behind them.

Si Shanyue couldn't help but yelled, "Who else!!!"