Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Wang Youan is a child born with his parents' expectations.

Unlike those abducted wives, Wang Panpan met Wang Sicheng, who was working in the town at the time, and who was on business in the town.

At that time, everyone in the surrounding area knew about the bride-buying in Wangjia Village, but Wang Panpan fell in love with Wang Sicheng at first sight. Although many people tried to dissuade her, Wang Panpan liked him and pursued him.

Back then, Wang Sicheng was not yet the village chief, and had never been pursued by anyone. How could he have seen such a flamboyant girl? He was quickly attracted to her. The two young people quickly fell in love with each other, got married and had children.

What’s even better is that Wang Sicheng is the only one who understands the situation and knows that trafficking in women is wrong.

But what can the two of them stop?

Just the word "worldly" is enough to make them feel suffocated, not to mention those family values.

They couldn't change anything and could only watch the villagers become more and more absurd and try their best to save those women.

Later, Wang Panpan became pregnant and gave birth to a daughter. They named her Youan, praying that the villagers would see that their daughter was also well-behaved and thus save those girls who were born dead.

But in the end, the villagers still said that daughters were a waste of money, and their belief in having sons was growing stronger.

As for Wu Nanchun, she was very tough when she was trafficked in, and was beaten many times for that. Wang Sicheng was the only person who extended a helping hand to her, and was also the first person Wu Nanchun asked for help after she escaped.

Wang Sicheng hid her in his own cellar, but the village chief had no authority in Wangjia Village. The villagers captured the 16-year-old Wang Youan and forced Wang Sicheng to hand over Wu Nanchun.

Wang Panpan lay on the ground crying and shouting her daughter's name, and Wang Sicheng gradually gave up his resistance.

He said, "I'll give you 3500 yuan, go find a wife, this child is still young, let her go."

As a result, while they were struggling, some villagers had already sneaked into Wang Sicheng's house and found Wu Nanchun hiding in the cellar.

She was beaten and kicked and brought in front of everyone. Looking at this scene, she thought she knew everything.

The witch saint poured out all her hatred on an innocent person, and doubly inflicted all the harm she had suffered on a girl who had not been involved from beginning to end.

She traded everything she had with the evil god, in exchange for everyone dying with regrets.

She wants to raise the most cruel ghost king, and this kind of ghost king must be controlled by the mother's skull, heart, and resentment.

Liming's xiao is made of ceramic, but the clay used to make the ceramic is mixed with Wang Youan's blood. Liming has carried this xiao with him since he was a child. This is exactly the effect that Wu Nanchun wants, to have the effect of holding his mother's blood in his hands without knowing it.

The xiao that she used to control Dawn was made by beating Wang Youan's heart with special glue to make an adhesive, and then the skull was pieced into the shape of the xiao and pieced together with the adhesive.

These things were only known to Wu Nanchun, the village chief and his wife.

In order to torture the village chief, the heart was taken out in front of him, and the village chief was forced to watch the entire bone removal process.

So when the village chief saw the white xun, he immediately realized that those were his daughter's bones, his most precious daughter.

"We couldn't get close to you these years. You were probably irrational when you came out, so..." The village chief seemed to have aged ten years. He was supported by He Feng and sat in the yard: "It's not that I haven't thought about taking that thing back! Yes, it's grandpa who is incompetent! Grandpa is sorry for you!"

Liming listened quietly, with his head down and not saying a word, only his clenched fists at his side were shaking.

"Your mother loves you very much." The village head's wife took Liming's hand and stroked it gently: "We all thought that she would not want to live after she knew she was pregnant, but we underestimated her strength. She is very strong. She said that she thought about it for a long time and decided to name you Ruanruan. She said that you will definitely be a cute baby. She will stroke her belly and sing to you. When she sees us, she will tell you, this is grandpa, this is grandma, and she is looking forward to your birth."

Zhou Ningning raised her head slightly, trying hard not to let the tears in her eyes fall. Wang Wang was also moved and sighed silently.

Only He Feng looked at this group of sad people and asked doubtfully: "Village Chief, have you explained this to the old witch?"

Hearing this, the village chief nodded: "I explained it, but she didn't believe it."

He Feng said "oh" and looked at the villagers on the ground: "Even if we ask them to testify, the old witch won't believe it?"

The village chief paused for a long time, and after that, he seemed to have lost all his strength. His body swayed and was supported by He Feng again.

"No one!!! No one!" The village chief was very emotional. He raised his hand and pointed at every villager. The moment he opened his mouth, he burst into tears: "I begged! I knelt! After An An was designated as the gestational bag, every family begged, I knelt down to them! No one was willing to testify for me, no one..."

After feeling the hatred in the Ghost King's gaze on them, the villagers were a little panicked. They talked at once and made excuses. Some said they didn't dare, some said the candidate had already been chosen and there was no way to change. No one dared to admit that they did it on purpose.

"Simple." He Feng took out a dagger and stabbed it directly into the neck of the villager closest to him: "In this case, you are all sinners, just die."

Liming's eyes were filled with hatred. He raised his hand, bit his wrist, and poured the blood into the mouth of the villager who was stabbed in the neck. "It's too easy for you to die once."

"You were born to be sacrificed!" A villager shouted in fear, "Your mother is the only girl in the village! Who else can we choose if not her?"

"Yes, yes. Our sons can't even have children! You can't do this to us! Your mother deserves to be treated this way!"

"There is no such thing as should or should not be done. If you were still alone, you shouldn't do this." He Feng said calmly. Behind him were Zhou Ningning holding a sickle and Wang Wang holding an axe. "Little Liming, don't waste your blood. We will be careful about the strength of our attack and will not let them die directly. A more desperate ending is waiting for them."

Until it got dark, the screams of the villagers could still be heard from the yard.

Blood flowed all over the ground, soaking the yellow earth, but they were not the dawn, and their blood could not produce flowers. On the contrary, they were the most disgusting things, emitting the stench of human nature.

They are the real devils in human skin. From the human trafficking in the beginning to now, they watch batches of players enter the game without any warning, but watch the players die.

Perhaps, late at night every day, listening to the screams of the players, they are happy, happy that a new sacrifice has been born, and they will not be punished, let alone being torn into pieces by the Ghost King.

They had abandoned their humanity long ago, and even participated in every massacre, turning this dungeon into a slaughterhouse for novices.

Dreaming of eternal life, mocking cautious novice players, not offering any help, watching them go to the end and die.

[They are like some players who know the rules of the dungeon but never tell their teammates. They just watch their teammates step into danger, trigger the death conditions, and finally die tragically in the dungeon.]

[I have a teammate, or should I say I once had a teammate, who knew that touching the prop would kill him, but he still pretended to be humble and said that he would give the prop to me. However, when I touched the prop, the self-protection of the prop was triggered, and my arm was cut off, while he left the dungeon with the prop that was no longer dangerous.]

[Brother, do you think we should tell our teammates about some of the rules of the dungeon? What if we are in danger after telling them?]

For a moment, the comments were all asking this question. He Feng groaned and wiped his bloody hands on Wang Wang: "Ah, this, it depends on your mood."

[……? ]

"It's actually quite simple. My suggestion is to keep your little mouths shut." He Feng shrugged. "After all, you're not as powerful as me. I'm not afraid of being backstabbed. I can still kick him into the trap. As for you, I'm not saying that you're all noobs. You'd better protect yourself first. After all, you can't know what the other person is thinking."

[Although, it really makes sense, I can't refute it.]

[Being called a little dish 5555]

[TAT, I also want to be as good as you, if I can’t do it, you should guide me! You should guide me!]

"Of course, if you meet me, I suggest you tell me all the clues you know." He Feng whistled at the live broadcast room: "After all, everyone knows how powerful I am. If there is no time limit, such as if you don't have to wait for five days to get out of the dungeon, I am very confident that I can get you out quickly."

The barrage was full of applause, but a few black people still sneaked in. Although the barrage was scrolling very fast, He Feng still saw them.

[Tsk, you sound so nice, but your progress is only 97%.]

He Feng narrowed his eyes and suddenly showed a half-smile: "You see, you have been watching my live broadcast for so long, do you know what this 3% is? But I guess you don't know either, after all, you are a big fool."

"And for this last 3%, even if you dig up your ancestral grave, call your great-grandfather out of the coffin, and kowtow to him 888 times, he still can't help you. Do you think he doesn't want to? No, he can't do it at all. He will only give you a big bag and make you kneel down and beg me, begging me not to be angry with him because of this matter. You have lost your last place to live, and you still have to lick your old face and beg me, begging me not to tell others about this matter. He thinks it's too shameful."

"Ouch." He Feng covered his mouth in surprise. "Look, I am such a careless handsome guy. I forgot this is a live broadcast room. It's over. Now, let me see. Everyone knows your incompetence. Isn't this telling others that your family has no successors? It's just like that eunuch."

[My brother always has such a novel angle to attack people. I still remember those two-part allegorical sayings. If my brother hadn’t said them directly, the twists and turns would have made my brain crash.]

[To be honest, even if my brother scolded me to death, I would never have guessed that he would actually talk about the ancestral grave. Suddenly I remembered the sentence on the second night, "Did I dig up your ancestral grave?"]

He Feng: "Never give others the opportunity to guess your thoughts. Be a maverick, understand?"

The comments in the live broadcast room were basically all clear, which made He Feng very satisfied. Although there were a few that were not correct, he could ignore them automatically.

As for the content, it was probably: [No, am I the only one who thinks that my brother was waiting for this kind of barrage? I felt that my brother was almost unable to control his temper, and then he just happened to catch a strong man! Rest in peace!]

He Feng: Hehehe, I can’t see it.

The village chief calmed down a little. He saw his grandson with red eyes and thought about why he came out to look for He Feng. The old man suddenly became a little shy and said, "Well, kid, don't you have a chicken that can draw a little man? Can you take a picture of it for us?"

He Feng agreed to this small request with just a wave of his hand. He took out his camera and asked Liming to stand with the village chief and his wife.

But now it is past 5pm and the sky is getting dark. If I shoot straight with the camera, the finished picture will look a bit dark.

Before he could speak, Zhou Ningning and Wang Wang had already spontaneously taken out their cell phones, turned on their flashlights, and illuminated the three of them from both sides.

He Feng half squatted down, looked at the pictures in the camera and praised them crazily, just like an old master in a photo studio.

With a click, the photo was quickly spit out. He Feng waved it in the air and handed it to Liming.

In the photo, two elderly people are standing in the front, while Liming is standing behind them, with his arms around their shoulders.

Everyone had a smile on their face and looked very happy.

"This is enough for me." The village chief took the photo from Liming and said with gratitude: "With this, I, an old man, have no regrets in my life."

After He Feng arrived at Dawn Village, he had only one thought, that is, the sky in Dawn Village darkened too quickly. It was as if there was still the sunset the previous second, but not long after, about a minute at most, there was no light left in the sky.

They had a simple dinner. The village chief cooked a pot of porridge and steamed some buns. They ate the pickled vegetables made by the village chief's wife. This was also the first meal that Liming had after he became the Ghost King.

As usual, Wang Wang and Zhou Ningning quickly finished their meal and went to deliver food to Gu Yuanze and Qin Tian.

He Feng: "Ah, if you hadn't told me I would have forgotten about them both, but it doesn't matter, let them continue to guard and proceed according to the original plan."

As for He Feng, he lay down on the bed as soon as Wang Wang and Zhou Ningning left.

So, under Liming's puzzled gaze, He Feng fell asleep in five seconds, not a second more.