Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Player name: He Feng

Health: 1/100

Luck value: 0/100

Spirit value: -100/100

Ability value: 101/100

Talent: None

Rating: None

More content to come. ”

(This information is temporarily visible in the entire live broadcast room)

[Uh, if you don’t understand, whose live broadcast room is this?]

The question fell into the empty barrage with no one answering, and the number of viewers in the live broadcast room also dropped from 1 to 0.

The wind blew across his face, and the dust that was blown up passed over his cheeks, which was a bit painful. He Feng opened his eyes with difficulty. There was a piercing pain coming from his temples, as if someone had hit him hard with a hammer.

He Feng only held on for a second before closing his eyes again and lying there. He waited until he had recovered some strength before he slowly sat up and began to look around at his surroundings.

Well, in the wilderness, with yellow earth flying everywhere, the desolate scenery is in full view.

Well, if the hospital didn't want to take him in, they wouldn't have thrown him here, right? Also, although he made a lot of noise, had no sense of public morality, and punched people in public, he was a good young man, so why did they throw him out of the hospital? !

"Ding, the player is detected to be awake. Welcome to the large-scale reality show horror game! Congratulations on standing out from billions of people! You have been chosen to have the opportunity to pass the level! This copy is a low-level copy specially designed for novices! I hope the player will choose carefully and pass the level smoothly!"

He Feng was stunned, and his head felt a piercing pain again. He fell back to the ground in pain and spoke a beautiful Chinese language. "Fuck you, and congratulate the player for being selected. Fuck you, whoever wants to enter this broken thing, I will beat you to death when I have time."

"System reminder: Your live broadcast room has been opened. Please use civilized language, be strict with yourself, and be lenient with others~"

He Feng rolled his eyes, and before he could close his eyes again, the air in front of him suddenly flickered, as if the contact source was not good. He Feng waited patiently until the light stabilized and turned into a light screen suspended in front of him.

Live room name: None.

Number of viewers: 1.

[Hey, newbie, the dungeon I got is Dawn Village, a dungeon that you can only enter but not exit. Tsk tsk tsk, you better pray for the best.]

"I will live a hundred years, but you will die tomorrow." He Feng stared at the comment and said, "Keep your little finger clean, don't get it dirty while typing."

[Are you fucking sick? I'm just reminding you. What do you mean?]

"It's just an indiscriminate attack." He Feng shrugged, and he sat up with his hands on the ground: "What's your last name?"

[......]

[Your last name is Qian, what do you do?]

"Hey, Xiao Qian." He Feng casually brushed off the dust on his body and said, "Tell me what this thing is and how to get to the Third People's Hospital?"

[You are such a complete newbie. Well, since you asked sincerely, I will mercifully tell you that this is a horror game, not the real world. After entering the game, you will be forcibly dragged to a dungeon, and all dungeons are life-threatening and will reduce the player's health points, which are in the player panel, for example...]

"Go ahead." He Feng stood on the hillside with his arms folded, watching Xiao Qian's explanation: "Why did you stop?"

[The player Qianqianqian shared your live broadcast room~]

He Feng raised his eyebrows as he watched the number of viewers grow to 16, then tilted his head in confusion.

[Brothers! Go check out this new guy’s panel. Damn, it’s amazing. Really, it’s amazing!!!]

[I lost]

[Player Wosini shared your live broadcast room~]

Current viewers: 28.

[The player Qianqianqianah has rewarded you with 5 luxury cannons~]

[You are so miserable, I need to let others see you too.]

[Hi, whose live broadcast room is this?]

[Come to the homepage and see the rich.]

"Xiao Qian." He Feng touched his chin, his fox eyes narrowed slightly: "What are you doing?"

[Brother, you are my brother now. I cannot help but accept your incredible start. Brother, please open your player panel and take a look.]

He Feng followed his instructions and clicked on the "I" button in the upper right corner. He immediately burst into swear words when he saw his attribute panel.

[Yes, yes, with this kind of start, how about you die? And be reborn?]

"Why is my handsomeness score not there?" He Feng did not respond to Xiao Qian. He just kept refreshing the page: "Does my face affect the dog system's confidence?"

The barrage of comments that kept scrolling in the live broadcast room paused for a moment, and then the screen was filled with question marks.

[Stop, stop, let me speak for myself.]

[Brother, you didn't see your own health at all?]

"I see." He Feng tapped the page with his fingertips: "It's just a 1."

[But newbies are all level 100!!! I was so scared that I looked at the dungeon information for a long time. It is indeed a novice dungeon.]

[Also, what the hell are those -100 and 101!]

[And that luck value... well, brother, you're on your own.]

"Any questions?" He Feng stroked his chin. He looked at his panel and smiled: "There is no one in this world who is not crazy, hehehe!"

After He Feng finished speaking, he stopped looking at the comments and clicked on the copy information.

"Instance name: Dawn Village

Number of players in the instance: 6

Level: Primary (Novice)

Difficulty: ☆☆☆☆☆

Customs clearance rate: 0.03%

Player's main quest: Not triggered"

"0.03?" He Feng nodded in understanding: "Only this difficult mode is worthy of a handsome guy like me."

After saying that, He Feng raised his legs and walked down the slope. He took a branch he picked up and slapped it on the desolate path, feeling very comfortable.

At this time, there were already 358 people in He Feng's live broadcast room, and the gambling in the room had already started. The odds of 1: Horror Coin made the players who were watching the show bet frantically. Some people wondered why the odds of a newcomer were so crazy, but they still couldn't resist the temptation and bet that He Feng would die.

He Feng didn't know about the gambling. He had already strolled to the top of another slope and saw the village with smoke rising from the chimneys below.

Since the name of the dungeon is Dawn Village, it must be related to the village, so it must be right to go to the village. He Feng suddenly remembered something, he summoned the light screen without even looking at the barrage in the live broadcast room, and directly clicked on the player backpack.

「Player's backpack (can hold more things than you can imagine!)

Storage level: Level 1 (100 Terror Coins upgrade)"

Only one compartment of the backpack was open, and in that compartment was a blooming rose.

He Feng remembered the origin of this rose. He cut it from the hospital garden and wanted to take it back to his dying fellow patient Lao Liu. However, right after he cut it, he became the "chosen one" and entered a horror game.

This was also the reason why He Feng thought he was thrown out of the hospital. After all, he was a troublemaker. When he couldn't sleep, he would catch patients, nurses and doctors and make fun of them. He had plucked all the flowers in the garden, scooped up the koi in the pond and set up a goldfish stall. He had plucked the dean's remaining hair, making it even thinner. The deputy dean had a stomachache and diarrhea, and the whole hospital knew about it the next day. These did not include which department had new gossip, how so-and-so fell in love with so-and-so's husband, and after confronting so-and-so's husband, the two of them got together behind so-and-so's back, and as a result, so-and-so found out about it, and she herself had cheated on so-and-so with so-and-so.

The hospital is in a mess because of his presence, and thanks to this plague god, the possibility of medical trouble is almost zero.

As for the reason why He Feng was admitted to the hospital, if he remembered correctly, it was probably due to mental disorder caused by long-term insomnia, so he put himself in the hospital.

How did I get in? Hehe, I forgot.

[Brother, why don’t you leave? The village is just ahead!]

[Go!]

[Hurry up, I am so impressed, what is there to see in this shabby place, you are so damn slow, it’s not like your legs are broken.]

[When will this new guy die? Hurry up and die. I’ve already bet on him.]

[It should be ＊＊＊, after all ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊.]

[What does the above message mean?]

He Feng sneered and read out the comments that said he was slow and that he was still alive: "If the aunts knew that their children would be this kind of thing, they would definitely be the first to stuff you back."

"The words you typed with your little hands are not human words. Look down and see if the tool you are typing with is a claw."

"What do you mean I am dead or not? If I live a hundred years, I will definitely get rid of all of you. After getting rid of you, I may still have a few decades to live. It's your fault that you are a bunch of short-lived ghosts."

"Either shut up and watch the live broadcast, or use your claws to tap the upper left corner. You're disturbing my eyes."

[Well, it seems like he didn’t use a single curse word, but from the very first sentence, it hits the heart straight away…]

He Feng saw this comment with his sharp eyes, and he grinned: "This... Meng Mengyu's understanding is very accurate. I will reward you with a curse, I ****."

"Alright everyone." He Feng put away the light screen and strode down the slope: "Let's go see if there are any Sun Z or other people in the village."

[I bet 5 horror coins that what this guy wants to say is "Let's go see if there are any grandchildren in the village."]

[Shh, don't talk, or you'll get scolded by my brother.]

It was now 18:12 in the afternoon during the dungeon time, and every household in the village began to cook. Because of this, there were not many people on the dirt road in the village, so when He Feng stepped into the village, what he saw were five players surrounding a middle-aged man and saying nice things to him.

As for how I know those five people are players, hey, I won’t tell you.

"Village chief, please have mercy on us." Sun Shang pulled the corner of the village chief's clothes and shook it: "Look, the five of us have finally walked to your village, please have mercy on us~"

The village chief looked helpless: "But our village has a rule not to accommodate outsiders, please leave quickly."

"elder brother!"

A loud male voice sounded, attracting the attention of these people. They looked in the direction of the voice and saw the man wearing overalls and an off-white T-shirt. He had regular features, but his fox eyes with upturned corners made him look a little cunning. Because his skin was very white, the dark circles under his eyes were very obvious. The young man was even walking towards them with a mouthful of big teeth bared and laughing.

"Brother." He Feng walked over happily and took the village chief's arm affectionately: "When will we have dinner? I'm hungry."

The village chief looked at He Feng with a puzzled look and tried to break free from He Feng's shackles: "Who are you? I don't know you?"

"Now we know each other." He Feng smiled and hugged her tighter. He turned his head to look at the other five people and said in pretended surprise: "Hey, isn't this our distant nephew, niece, and grandson? Oh, there's also a grandson!"

Wang Wang, who was forced to lower his generation, glared at He Feng and was ready to rush up and beat him up: "Who is the grandson? Watch your mouth!"

"Oops." He Feng covered his mouth pretentiously. He turned his head and looked at the bewildered village chief shyly: "I recognized the wrong person, brother, kick this outsider out quickly, don't let him stay in our village!"

village head:……

He finally understood what was going on. As long as He Feng made connections, the rule that outsiders could not stay overnight would be useless.

The live broadcast room was also boiling at this time.

[How many people have died because of this rule? Either they had to sleep in the wilderness, or they were forced to move in. This pit alone buried many people.]

[Yeah, why didn’t anyone else think of this solution?]

[Maybe it’s because they are newcomers. After all, they still have to save face.]

[And they dare not resist, for fear of death, but who is not afraid of death, alas...]

[well. ]

Compared to the sadness in the live broadcast room, He Feng's scene is full of humor.

He Feng hugged the village chief's arm tightly and put his head on the village chief's shoulder like a little bird. No matter how the village chief resisted, he did not move an inch.

"Hey, good brother, how could you forget about me?" He Feng winked at the stunned people nearby: "When we were little, we had a competition to see who could pee farther, and you lost miserably. Have you forgotten?"

When the others reacted, they quickly gathered around, calling him "uncle" and "grandfather" and trying to establish a relationship with him. Even Wang Wang resigned himself to his fate and called the village chief "grandpa".

In the end, the six of them successfully moved into the village and were assigned two people to a household by the village chief. He Feng used his shameless secret skills to successfully squeeze Wang Wang into the village chief's house, and even got to the dinner table, chatting with the village chief's wife, looking very happy.

After the four people finished dinner, the village chief left with an unnatural look on his face. It might be because He Feng was too sweet-mouthed. After the village chief left, he received some advice from the village chief's wife.

The middle-aged woman in her forties patted the back of He Feng's hand and sighed: "Good boy, go to bed early, don't listen to anything, don't care about anything."

After she finished speaking, she left Wang Wang, who was confused, and He Feng, who still had a smile on his face, sitting in the living room, while she followed the village chief back to the house.

When he heard the sound of the door being locked, He Feng immediately put away the smile on his face. He bent down to pick up the fire stick by the wall, then walked towards the room arranged by the village chief. After waiting for Wang Wang to come in, he hung the bolt and turned around to observe.

In fact, you can tell from the buildings that the village is not rich. It is made up of adobe houses, and the yellowish-brown mud walls will fall apart if you touch them lightly.

He Feng looked around the small earthen house. It was quite ordinary, with no valuables, not even any extra furniture or clutter. It was as if everything had been prepared in advance.

He Feng's gaze finally fell on the simple earthen kang. He sneered, put his hands in his pockets, and said in a low-key way that even dogs wouldn't sleep on this thing.

However, less than five minutes later, He Feng had fallen asleep on the bed. He was smiling peacefully, with his hands folded on his abdomen, and he slept peacefully. Wang Wang was so asleep that he wondered if He Feng was going to die.

But looking at He Feng's steady breathing, Wang Wang, who had a lot to say, suddenly felt a little sleepy, so he climbed onto the bed, casually pulled the quilt over his stomach, and fell asleep.

Well, mom said, if you cover your stomach you won’t catch a cold.

Woo woo woo, he misses his mother.