Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

He Feng was awakened by the sound of collision.

The surrounding environment was very quiet, which made the muffled sound of flesh hitting the wall very obvious. He Feng had some tinnitus after being woken up. He frowned impatiently, turned over, and pulled the quilt to cover himself.

However, the quilt felt strange, wet and sticky, with a noticeable smell of rust. His drowsy consciousness gradually cleared and He Feng opened his eyes.

Wang Wang, who lived in the same room with him, was curled up in the corner of the bed, covering his injured arm and looking at the bed with a pale face.

He Feng turned his head in the direction of his gaze and saw a thing covered in blood standing in front of the bed. This thing seemed to sense He Feng's gaze and slowly raised its head. A smile appeared on its pale face, but the corners of its mouth only stretched to its ears, and then its entire jaw dropped down.

He Feng had a stern face, his heart was pounding, and a sharp pain slowly climbed up to his temple, making He Feng groan. He wanted to call out the light screen to check the time, only to find that he suddenly lost his authority.

Who is a good person who doesn’t have the right to his own things? Who is a good person?

He Feng took a deep breath. He looked up at the creature in front of him that was neither human nor ghost and sneered. Then he put on his shoes and got out of bed. When he passed by the monster, he even politely said, "Make way."

The monster was obviously stunned by He Feng's politeness, and it subconsciously moved away. He Feng then continued to move forward, walked straight to the corner, picked up the iron fire stick beside the wall, weighed it in his hand, and then turned around and hit the monster without saying a word. While hitting, he muttered viciously: "Your mother, I'm not telling you, disturbing others' sleep is really, impolite!"

It took only a few seconds from the time He Feng moved to the time he beat the man. The monster obviously did not react. What's more, He Feng was very angry and his movements were fast and fierce. So under the continuous attacks, Wang Dazhuang was beaten to the point of doubting his life and could only dodge around in frustration.

He Feng finally breathed a sigh of relief when Wang Dazhuang squatted in the corner and shivered. He stroked the corner of his clothes, sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Wang Dazhuang and said, "Hurry up and apologize to your ancestors."

Wang Dazhuang: …

Wang Dazhuang: "Wow, wow, I'm sorry."

There were already many people waiting in He Feng's live broadcast room. When they saw He Feng beating up the monsters, the number of people in the room quickly exceeded a thousand, and the barrage of comments was refreshed at a very fast speed.

[This monster is ***, right? I remember this was the most *** after ***, how could it be defeated like this?]

[The host's luck is amazing. I watched the other four people's live broadcasts and none of them encountered ghosts. How come the host encountered ghosts?]

[The one above, go check out the anchor panel.]

As a result, the popularity of the live broadcast room increased again because of He Feng's extraordinary value. Many netizens called their friends and came to him. In a short while, the popularity of He Feng's live broadcast room exceeded 10,000.

When the number of people in the live broadcast room reached a certain number, He Feng first heard a harsh dinging sound in his mind, followed by a mechanical notification sound. This notification sound was very different from the system notification sound of the horror game, because this sound was very old, like a rusty gear without lubrication, which made people's teeth ache.

"Ding, congratulations to the host He Feng for achieving the achievement of "number of viewers reached". The system will immediately issue 1 reward point."

He Feng raised his eyebrows, turned his head and looked at Wang Wang who was already dumbfounded in the corner and asked: "Can you move, grandson? Where are you injured? Are you going to die? Do you need a coffin?"

Wang Wang's lips trembled, and then he nodded.

He was sleeping, and even dreamed of the time when he was shooting arrows in the club. The arrow was on the string. He just closed one eye and looked at the bull's eye ten meters away with a confident smile. But just as he moved to aim, a strong feeling surged in his heart. That feeling reminded him frantically, turn over! Get out of the way!

Wang Wang moved subconsciously in his sleep, and then the pain of the knife tip cutting his arm woke him up suddenly. He turned his head stiffly, and saw a grimacing face. He was so scared that he took off and hit the wall directly.

"So that's what I mean." He Feng stepped on Wang Dazhuang, crossed his arms and didn't even turn his head back: "It was you who woke me up."

Wang Wang was stunned, and paused in the action of biting the bandage to stop the bleeding. He subconsciously glanced at He Feng secretly, and for no reason a feeling suddenly emerged in his heart, that is, he must not disturb He Feng's sleep.

"But it's not your fault." He Feng spoke again. He raised his foot, bent down, and grabbed Wang Dazhuang by the collar to force the ghost to look directly at him. "Do you know that I suffered from insomnia and difficulty falling asleep before this? I have experienced countless days when I could only sleep for two hours. I finally fell asleep as soon as I touched the pillow, and you came to wake me up?"

He Feng's fox eyes slowly narrowed, and the corners of his lips curled up. It was clearly a smile, but it scared Wang Dazhuang out of his wits. Wang Dazhuang wanted to say something, raised his hand and kept pointing at his chin not far away, gesturing frantically.

However, He Feng did not want to pay attention to Wang Dazhuang. He raised his hand with a calm expression and pinched Wang Dazhuang's remaining chin: "I should kill you, but I'm in a good mood now. Tell me what's going on in this village." He Feng said, his face slowly approached Wang Dazhuang, and he sneered at the cloudy pupils that were trembling with fear: "I hope you can tell me something that satisfies me."

Through Wang Dazhuang's narration, a feudal and superstitious village was exposed to He Feng.

This village experienced a severe drought fifty years ago, which was undoubtedly not fatal to a remote village isolated from the world.

After the last well stopped producing water, the villagers began to panic, and when the first old man died, the tranquility of the entire village was completely broken.

At this time, the witch who had caused the villagers to boycott because of superstition stood up. She looked around tremblingly, her turbid eyes were now full of fire. Looking at the villagers who no longer resisted her, the witch spoke. She said that this was the wrath of God, which was caused by the villagers not believing in her prophecies before.

"I am God's messenger. God will send down oracles through me!"

The witch slowly raised her hands, and when her hands were raised above her head, the villagers knelt in front of her.

In the silence, the witch announced the first oracle.

The god wanted a girl who had just turned sixteen as a sacrifice. The villagers looked up in surprise, but saw the witch with her chin raised high and her eyes full of contempt.

"As punishment, God also requires a nine-year-old boy to be sacrificed together."

The village chief hesitated for a while and asked, "Does this sacrifice require us to kill the baby?"

"It's just two lives!" The witch was very disdainful: "If you want to live, you must sacrifice."

"This is crazy!" The villagers stood up and shouted indignantly, "How can you sacrifice a living person?"

"Stupid!" The witch spoke angrily, spitting far away. She raised her finger and pointed at the people in front of her and said with gritted teeth: "God will punish you! God will make you die without a burial place!"

The villagers locked up the witch, but the drought did not improve at all, and it even became worse. The old people died one after another, and the children were weak. However, the witch, who was locked in the woodshed without any food, was fine.

"We can't go on like this! If we continue like this, we will all die!"

The shouts became more and more frequent and louder.

One dawn, the villagers respectfully welcomed the witch. Before that, families with children of appropriate age had already drawn lots and selected the offerings the witch wanted.

"It's too late." The witch looked at the rising sun and shook her head: "The messenger of God is imprisoned. God's anger is hard to calm down. God will not save us."

The villagers came forward one after another, they wanted to say something helplessly, but were stopped by the witch with a gesture.

The witch closed her eyes and stood there shaking all over. It took her a long while before she spoke again.

"God said, because of your attitude, God is very angry, God will punish you to sacrifice one person to God every month."

Seeing that the villagers were about to riot again, the witch shouted loudly, and when they were quiet again, she continued speaking.

"The god said that the girl you chose is the gestational bag of the perfect sacrifice. The god wants all of you men to take turns mating with the girl until she becomes pregnant. The one in her belly will be the final sacrifice."

"The god also said that after confirming that the girl was pregnant, he would mercifully calm his anger and wait for the baby in the girl's belly to be born. When the baby is 16 years old, the god will take away the last sacrifice."

In the silence, no one knew who shouted in agreement first, but the villagers' voices grew louder and louder.

The girl was taken to a room where all the men in the village, except her father, took turns entering.

The nine-year-old boy was placed in a designated place, waiting to be collected by God.

The boy disappeared in a short while. The witch said she heard the guidance of God, and she led people to dig a new well, and this time there was water in the well.

Just after the last man came out of the girl's room, the originally sunny weather gradually became gloomy, and finally dark clouds covered the sky and heavy rain began to fall.

From then on, the villagers believed in the witch completely, and a month later, the girl became pregnant.

The witch took the girl back to the new house built for her by the villagers and took good care of her.

The witch smiled until the girl finished giving birth. She looked at the crying baby boy in the cradle and spoke.

"God said, this child's name is Dawn."

Little Liming was then carefully raised for 16 years. When he turned 16, the villagers carried him to the altar.

"God said that he hates blood. He needs you to drain the blood from the sacrifices. But the blood of the most perfect sacrifice is also a great tonic! God will give it to you as a reward. You can each take a sip until it's all gone."

After hearing the news, the villagers cheered, everyone was the executioner, and everyone felt that this was Xiao Liming's fate.

Finally, at the dawn of a new day, the villagers held the blood flowing from the boy's body and drank it without hesitation.

The new dawn is bloody.

After Wang Dazhuang finished speaking the last word, the system prompt sounded simultaneously in He Feng and Wang Wang's minds.

"Ding! Players He Feng and Wang Wang triggered the main storyline! Main missions 1 and 2 are now updated!

Player main task 1: Explore the truth of what happened in the Dawn Village in the past (completion degree 30%)

Player Main Mission 2: Survive in the Dawn Village dungeon for five days.

(Note: Players will automatically clear the main mission 1 after completing 60% of the mission and surviving for five days!)

[Frog Fun, family, it is now 4:12 in the morning of the next day... My brother has already started the main quest...]

[I remember this is the only one where you need to share what you know with your teammates in order for them to update their main quests, right?]

[Yes, yes, yes, I was lucky enough to watch the live broadcast when a novice passed the dungeon before, and it is indeed necessary to share it in order to update.]

[This book is so weird, why are the rules so weird too?]

[After all, this is a novice slaughterhouse with a clearance rate of only 0.03% and a difficulty of 5 stars, so it is understandable that it is a bit strange.]

He Feng had a cold face after listening to the whole stupid story. He looked at Wang Dazhuang who was trembling with his chin in front of him and laughed disdainfully, "So your village is called Liming Village? You are really not human beings."

Wang Dazhuang opened his mouth and looked at Wang Wang, who was standing next to He Feng and also had a look of disapproval, and became deflated.

"We will all die," Wang Dazhuang said. "If we don't do that, we will all die."

He Feng sneered and said, "You sound like you're alive now."

These words left Wang Dazhuang stunned.

He Feng exhaled the light screen from his mind and glanced at the time. Good, 4:14. He fell asleep around 20:00 last night, which means he slept for at least seven hours.

"If Old Liu knew, he would definitely laugh out his remaining two teeth." He Feng chuckled, his face was rarely gentle, but this gentleness was accompanied by a lot of creepiness when he looked at Wang Dazhuang: "If it weren't for you, I could sleep until dawn, but now I am more curious about what you are hiding."

Wang Dazhuang swallowed his saliva and slowly backed away until he was close to the door. Looking at He Feng who was unmoved on the bed, he breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, pushed open the door and ran away quickly.

He Feng narrowed his eyes, stood up and walked to the door, raised his eyebrows at the intact door lock, and started looking for the key to open the door lock in the house with Wang Wang.

The village chief's house where he and Wang Wang stayed was better than the houses of other villagers, so even though their house was very old, it had its own lock and they could still lock the door in the room.

However, this lock can be opened with a key from outside the door, but He Feng and Wang Wang searched the whole house and couldn't find any key.

In other words, the key should be outside the house, most likely in the hands of the village chief.

The ghost that he beat up tonight pushed the door open and left, which means he can't pass through the wall, and He Feng was sure that he locked the door before going to bed.

In other words, if the ghost was to enter the house tonight, it would require the assistance of the village chief.

Wang Wang also understood as he looked for the key, and looked outside the house with a wary look.

He Feng glanced at him, chuckled, and closed the door. This time he didn't even lock the door. Then, without caring about Wang Wang's reaction, he went back to the bed, threw the bloodstained quilt aside, and lay back on the bed.

Wang Wang walked closer in confusion, and saw He Feng, who had his eyes closed, and was hesitant to speak.

"There should be more than just your blood on the quilt." He Feng said without even opening his eyes: "This ghost is really disgusting."

Wangwang: …Is this the time to talk about this?!

"There won't be anything else." He Feng's voice gradually became weaker: "So... I can sleep..."

Wang Wang: I admire my temporary roommate’s ability to fall asleep in seconds.