Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 288 Player Island: Madman's Carnival

Before He Feng became the "enemy" and reached the top, the number one on the player strength rankings had always been a mystery.

The player named "Fool of Death" never shows his true colors. The only sense of his existence is the rumor that he went in and out of the dungeon seven times with a cursed long sword and killed monsters in the dungeon.

Being on the list, Qian Youlin has some understanding of the players on the list. For example, the second-ranked player with the title "Sarcastic Spectator" is Qi Ruxing, the president of the first guild.

You can get angry with this person, but if you do too many mistakes, your own brother will grab your ears and give you a mad lesson.

This makes it really difficult for a "gambler who is sure to win" to be a winner.

After all, Qian Youlin has been doing his best and has bet with all the players on the leaderboard, and he made a lot of money.

Of course, he was the one who gave the orders behind the scenes, and Qi Guanju just acted on his behalf.

But no matter how Qian Youlin inquired, even secretly using the resources of the entire Player Island No. 4, he was unable to pry this "Fool of Death" out from behind the scenes.

It is no exaggeration to say that the "Fool of Death" is as good as dead and has no sense of existence at all.

Until later he went to He Feng and chose to be a good man, so there was no need for him to look for her anymore. But now, instead of looking for her, the other party came to him on her own initiative.

"Death's Fool" unveiled its mysterious veil, and Qian Youlin lay back in Qi Guanju's arms with peace of mind.

Now it was a meeting between the "enemy" and the "fool of death", and he had nothing to do with it.

I just think it's such a pity.

It would be great if I could really be persuaded to come back.

"Ghost Messenger" is a cursed long sword. The surging red mist comes from the countless holders whose lives were devoured by it, and it is full of ominousness.

Fu Shi had only used it twice in his life. After the first use, he lay in bed for three days before he recovered. He felt that this knife was truly a soul-snatching weapon. The second time was now, and he could give it a try without regard for the consequences.

The lifespan was greedily sucked away by the "ghost messenger", and the red mist on the entire long sword became more turbulent, even shrieking in a very human way, turning into a distorted ghost face.

Red lines began to spread from the right arm, they climbed up Fu Shi’s cheeks, twisting and rolling as if they had life.

The feeling that Fu Shi brought to He Feng at this moment changed from harmless to fatal. He was serious.

Since the other party has made his attitude clear, it would be impolite for him not to take it seriously. His anger value began to drop, and black and red mist surged. The metal mask covered He Feng's face from back to front, leaving only his eyes with upturned corners exposed.

Dawn was held in He Feng's palm, with blue-purple flames adding to it. The black sword was stained with the faint flames, and it looked as majestic as a "ghost messenger".

"Raising a tiger to cause trouble" is activated, and the divine equipment "Feeding Rage" creates the most fitting armor for He Feng. The ferocious anger keeps twisting, showing its presence.

Both of them were in complete form, and Fu Shi even had some leisure time to admire He Feng's outfit.

This skill, which the horror game system said was a death-seeking skill, was pretty cool, but it was still a little bit inferior to his.

Thinking of this, the "ghost messenger" flew out of his hand and floated in the air. There were silk threads wrapped around Fu Shi's fingertips. He raised his hand and wrapped his arm around his side. As Fu Shi's arm slowly straightened, the red long sword hanging in the air suddenly disappeared.

He Feng cut the silk threads that were rushing towards him. His attention was highly focused and he keenly captured some fluctuations in the air. A malicious sense of aggression swept through his body. Without thinking, He Feng raised his knife to the side to block the sudden attack of the "ghost messenger" that broke through the void.

The weapons collided, and the long sword that was blocked by He Feng screamed excitedly, and densely packed eyes opened from the hilt and stared at He Feng motionlessly.

There was a strange madness in it, as if one had found a very fun toy, and the long sword disappeared into the air again.

Fu Shi also moved at this time. The beast in his left hand turned into the claw of some hard phosphorus animal, and it created a gust of wind and waves when it smashed towards He Feng.

The hidden buckle loosened, and the black long sword suddenly broke into two. He Feng caught the falling "broken" sword with his left hand and chopped it with his backhand, forcing Fu Shi to retreat three steps.

The block was extremely fast. He Feng reacted almost as Fu Shi arrived in front of him. His whole arm went numb from the shock of his palm hitting the blade. The "ghost messenger" was called back from the void and returned to his hand. Fu Shi landed lightly three steps away and whistled at the two long swords in He Feng's hands.

The brief confrontation ended, and after testing each other, neither side took any further action for a while.

What his palm touched just now was the blade instead of the tip, so Fu Shi understood that He Feng did not intend to kill him.

Perhaps the recent interactions really moved the Savior, but as things stand now, the last performance is about to begin.

Fu Shi suddenly chuckled and teased, "Don't be like that, I have a boyfriend."

The good atmosphere was broken by his words. He Feng tried hard to hold back the curse words: "Congratulations, you are the second person besides the dying old Zhu who I couldn't curse at."

"Don't love me too much." Fu Shi shrugged, raised his knife and pointed it at He Feng's face: "I don't want to fight two people alone!"

"Ghost Messenger" and "Akatsuki" collided with each other, their blades touched, and the red mist began to erode impatiently but was swallowed up by the blue-purple flames and the black-red mist.

After several collisions, the two long swords did not hurt each other at all. The sparks produced by the intersection clearly showed the excitement on Fu Shi's face and He Feng's relaxed brows.

The "ghost messenger" disappeared from Fu Shi's hands several times and appeared from behind He Feng the next second, poking He Feng's throat. He Feng's original desire to talk was completely shattered. He Feng could only stay focused and avoid the "ghost messenger's" surprise attack under Fu Shi's offensive.

He Feng had told him many times about the feeling of being on the verge of death in just a few seconds, and the danger had been eliminated. The young man's expression became more serious, even with a hint of madness.

Anyway, compared to before, both of them look a little drunk now.

The current Fu Shi completely overturned He Feng's impression of him. The man who used to run away after a few hits now has the ability to fight him. This realization made He Feng realize that Fu Shi might have let him go before.

He dared to say that even without the long sword, Fu Shi could still fight with him now, not to mention that if he had fought against Fu Shi with the sword before he recovered his memory, the situation would most likely be 40-60, with Fu Shi being the 6.

Poxiao felt that his master's mood was becoming excited. The two long swords merged into one in He Feng's hands, and separated again when needed next time.

The transformable weapons gave He Feng more possibilities, and also allowed Fu Shi to experience the horror of an ability value of 240 himself.

That reaction speed and the impact brought by the force made Fu Shi even more trapped in this performance. The ability value that the "Ghost Messenger" can improve is not high. It is a massacre in front of others. However, it is much worse than He Feng's plug-in. It can only add 70, and that is added because of the overdraft of lifespan.

Although 169 cannot be compared with 240, Fu Shi was going for it with a risk of his life, and his every move was engraved with boldness.

Insolence and excitement were running rampant in his blood, madness was gushing out from the depths of his soul, the last song of fate was being vented with a free attitude, and those places hit by He Feng were recovering at an extremely terrifying speed, almost being injured in the previous second and healed immediately in the next second.

The blue-purple flame transformed into a giant python, which opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards Fu Shi. Fu Shi did not retreat but advanced, laughing. The human skin he had peeled off took effect. With the bonus of "Painted Skin", he could pass through the giant python's body without any harm.

This was the first person who could survive Xiaojiu's hands when he entered the offensive state. He Feng's only remaining sanity collapsed.

His eyes suddenly narrowed, and the black long sword and the red long sword kept slashing at each other in silence. When the blades collided, He Feng's restless heartbeat was felt, and he felt the excitement when facing an evenly matched opponent.

Countless silk threads kept looking for opportunities to obstruct He Feng's actions, but as soon as they reached He Feng, they were completely devoured by the blue-purple flames and black-red mist.

Seeing that it was useless to stop him, Fu Shi simply used the "vertical silk" to the extreme. The silk thread hooked his body and rose into the air. The white cocoon on the ground wrapped He Feng layer by layer, but the blue flame came out from the gap in the next second. Those silk threads that almost no one could break were broken by Xiao Jiu and the black mist.

In the center of the cocoon, the metal mask on He Feng's face had disappeared. The young man who was called the savior had a crazy smile. He threw the long knife in his hand fiercely, then stepped on the mist and rushed towards Fu Shi who was hanging in the air.

The distance between the two men shortened, and Fu Shi dodged the flying "Po" sideways. The red long sword collided with the "Xiao" in He Feng's hand. He Feng raised his hand, and the long sword that had flown far away flew back again and cut off Fu Shi's right arm.

Almost instantly, a new right arm grew out, and the bloody arm was wrapped in red substance again. The "ghost messenger" passed by He Feng's cheek, and the two quickly separated.

There was a cocoon on the ground that had not yet burned completely. He Feng raised his hand and rubbed his cheek with the back of his hand, leaving a long blood mark.

The constant tearing feeling began to torture He Feng's nerves. A crisis that his life was in danger emerged in his heart. The mermaid's singing rang in his ears, and his healing ability began to work. The wounds that had begun to deteriorate also healed quickly.

Fu Shi's knife was really weird. He Feng narrowed his eyes and felt that if the "Mermaid Song" hadn't restored him, he would have to use "Risk of Danger".

If he had really confronted Fu Shi before recovering his memory, the situation would probably be many times more tense than it is now.

Fu Shi's abilities are definitely among the best in current horror games, and he can even be ranked among the best in the first generation.

This evaluation is rare in the current environment of deliberate suppression, and the knives collide again.

"Hey, ghost messenger, can you do it?" Fu Shi chuckled as the blades intersected, and kept raising the knife to chop at He Feng while joking: "Look, this can't even eat a few days of life, tut tut, what a loser."

The red sword whistled as if it was mocked, and the red mist on the sword made it feel even more dangerous. The murderous aura condensed into a ghost face and roared towards He Feng. Xiao Jiu didn't care what the other party was and roared back immediately.

In Fu Shi's laughter, He Feng found his true madness. The two of them touched their swords with their blades, and even the slightest mistake could result in broken bones.

This performance was undoubtedly magnificent. Such a wonderful collision made everyone present breathe very lightly at the same time. After all, in such a scene, even breathing seemed to be a disturbance.

Sheng Nancheng watched the battle go from He Feng's concession at the beginning to both of them fighting with all their might. He didn't know whether he should be happy for Fu Shi or worried for him.

This is a real fight to the death. No matter who it is, it is impossible to stop it.

The silence of the environment made the sound of the blades colliding more obvious, and the unending attack became an accompaniment in the thick night.

Everything now is an accompaniment to death.

The Fool has been teasing Death. He can dance with Death, and even hold Death's hands. Until today, the finale sounded, and the Fool took the last step.

The dance partner he invited was not a member of Death, but was there just to be a witness.

In that rather gorgeous dance, he kept pace with his companions, their sharp blades created sparks, and those splashed stars stayed in the world for a moment, adding a touch of dimness to the whole dance.

There are so many regrets in the world, whose exit can be perfect?

What was Fu Shi's regret? There was no need to talk about the past. All he had left to read now was Shi Fu's reply.

Of course, this may not be a bad thing. If there really is a next life, then let's wait until the next life.

In fact, this idea is new to Fu Shi. He never thought that he would be able to fulfill such a silly expectation. If so, then this life should not be too bad.

He felt a tingling sensation in his right arm, probably because of the gambler's blessing. The "ghost messenger" had not been able to completely devour his lifespan until now.

However, his face now looked somewhat horrible. The red lines that devoured his life had become a kind of special spell on his face. Blood had soaked his eyes, making his brown-black pupils even deeper.

His speed never slowed down and remained consistent with He Feng's. The edge of the "Ghost Messenger"'s blade had already curled up. It was quite impressive that he could walk until now under Dawn. Fu Shi's left hand was cut off several times during the fight. Thanks to Xiao's "Permanent Injury", he was able to recover quickly.

Although He Feng's injuries were not serious, it would be life-threatening if he ignored them. The mermaid's singing never stopped, and it sounded even more beautiful under the collision of the blades.

In this stage play, Fu Shi becomes the real villain. As long as the protagonist dares to slack off, he can take away everything.

The stage play also became a carnival of madmen. The tips of their knives were slashing towards each other's throats without mercy. They punched and kicked each other, silk threads poked into the soil, and flames burned everything. The red strange fog confronted the black and red anger, and neither of them gave in.

The play is not absurd, with swords flashing, lives at stake, and every moment can make the audience exclaim.

Under that, He Feng felt as if he had really had a talk with Fu Shi, using every move and technique to understand each other.

Time passed slowly, the sky began to turn pale, Fu Shi's speed gradually slowed down, and he began to have some difficulty.

It is 3:47 on Player Island time. There is still half an hour before sunrise on Player Island. Dawn is approaching.

The number of times the "ghost messenger" greeted the dawn was getting less and less, and the wounds on Fu Shi's body were healing more and more slowly. He was already at the end of his rope.

Even if He Feng didn't kill him, he would die soon.

Feeling a heat in his throat, Fu Shi barely dodged He Feng's attack. He stepped back a few steps, turned his head and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

His head felt dizzy and his vision was blurry. The price of overdraft was paid in one go. Fu Shi fell to one knee on the ground, his weakness preventing him from taking another step forward.

A bird suddenly landed on a tree not far away. It tilted its head and looked at Fu Shi, as if it was recording everything.

The last audience member finally swiped his ticket to enter the venue. Fu Shi forced himself to stand up and staggered forward. The red sword was no longer as bright as before, but he still chopped at He Feng persistently.

Perhaps it was the three hours of fighting that allowed He Feng to understand Fu Shi’s meaning. He stepped forward in silence, and Dawn pierced Fu Shi’s chest fiercely.

Unlike before when Fu Shi deliberately avoided Qian Youlin's important organs, He Feng's knife directly pierced Fu Shi's heart and lungs, leaving no room for recovery for his life.

The "ghost messenger" turned in a circle at Fu Shi's fingertips and slammed to the ground. The blade, which was tenacious even against the dawn, broke when the holder's life came to an end. The cursed long sword recognized his true master, and it also accompanied his master's end.

The warm blood fell on He Feng's fingertips. Fu Shi looked at the little bit of sun that appeared on the horizon and suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

The spirits he had raised suddenly broke, and he just hung on the dawn, enjoying the last dawn of his life.

"Brother He." Fu Shi suddenly spoke, his voice was a little low and sounded a little unreal: "I will use my death to make a pass for you."

Fu Shi smiled foolishly, all the pain was thrown behind him. He stretched out his hand and touched the sunrise, as if he was going to hold someone's hand.

"The sea of ​​flowers is beautiful." Fu Shi closed his eyes: "The sunrise is also beautiful."