Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

"I, the great emperor, am worried every day because of the princes fighting for the throne! And you are holding a wedding? You really want to rebel!"

"Privately building a castle? Duke Bernard Reinart Zeno de, you must have been planning to seize power and usurp the throne for a long time!"

"Capture the new wife! I want to see what kind of person is chosen to marry the son of our great General Bernger!"

Ilu was tied to a cross by the soldiers, and a crossbow arrow was stuffed into Henar's hand.

"Lock everyone else in that inferior castle. The legend of General Bernger should come to an end."

"Now, boy, you are going to shoot your wife to death with your own hands. Oh no, this beautiful lady doesn't seem to have said she is willing yet? Hahahahahahahahaha!"

"Then make your choice. Do you want to kill your fiancée yourself, or let this lucky lady be tortured to death by me? Choose now!"

Henar's hands were shaking all the time. The soldiers beside him raised their crossbows one by one and shot them into Ilu's thighs, into her arms, and through her palms. It was only torturous but not fatal.

Henar screamed in pain. He tried to resist but was pinned to the ground. He watched helplessly as Ilu's eyes were gouged out, in great pain.

"I'll kill! I'll kill!"

"It seems our young General Berninger has figured it out, hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

The crossbow was loaded, but Heinar was reluctant to pull the trigger.

Ilu, who was tortured to the point of being half dead, looked up vaguely. Although he couldn't see anything, he somehow found the direction of Henar.

"Kill. Me."

"I love you."

Heinar saw his beloved pistil open its mouth, and the ethereal syllables pieced together formed a whisper that broke his lover's heart.

"I love you too."

Heinar cried out in pain, but had to aim at his lover's heart.

Bang.

He has nothing left.

He Feng remained silent, looking at Heinar who was crying like rain.

Gossip and mischief will only frighten the master.

The most ridiculous words, the most selfish heart, ruined so many people.

"What about you?" He Feng asked, "How did you die in the end?"

"You know what it looks like when the roses burn." Heiner didn't answer. He just raised his hand and pointed from the far left to the far right of the plantation.

The king wanted to kill all the witnesses without leaving any alive.

After Henar killed Ilu, he had his hands and feet broken, his tongue cut off, and was nailed to Ilu with nails.

"This is the perfect match, hahahahahahahahahahaha! Happy wedding, little Bernger! In that case, let's burn it."

The rose is a fiery red, and under the cover of the firelight, the red is even more gorgeous, but also more fragile.

Their branches broke in the fire, and petals fell, scattering the beauty of the past all over the ground, which was then swallowed up by the flames.

Henar saw a rose with petals on fire. It was so beautiful, but not half as beautiful as his beloved Ilu.

"The flames burned fiercely." Heinar took a deep breath: "The flames burned all of us to death."

He Feng nodded in understanding.

Heiner was burned to death in the rose plantation, while the others were burned to death in the castle.

This is also the reason why the walls of the castle are charred black.

This is easy to guess, but what makes He Feng even more curious is what happened between Delia and Elvis.

He thought so and asked: "I heard that your second brother wanted to burn your eldest sister to death. What's going on?"

But this time Heinar did not answer. He wiped away his tears, lowered his head and held a small pink flower between his fingertips, looking very careful as if this flower was very important.

"Uncovering the truth is a very interesting thing." Heinar tilted his head and looked at He Feng: "You are not afraid of the so-called leader. You can solve many things."

After saying this, Heinar let go of the flower and watched it sway gently on the branch in the wind.

Once upon a time, his home was filled with blood, cruelty and nearly impossible tasks.

Anyone who provokes his father will be driven away or killed by his order, and anyone who provokes his mother will be hunted down by everyone. Jason is not an easy person to deal with, and he requires the most stringent etiquette from every player. Anyone who sees Delia crying will be killed by her. Elvis always likes to ask players to do things that they can't do. Ivan is moody and likes to chop off heads. Elsalina has a man-eating rabbit doll, and every servant can raise a weapon and choose to kill when the player fails to meet his requirements.

This is the price of revenge, and also the content of working for the so-called ruler.

"Father has something to ask of you, mother is very happy, and your brothers and sisters like you very much too." Henar smiled, and his smile finally became genuine, as if he had gotten rid of a lot of the haze before: "You can break this sky, right?"

This sentence reminded He Feng of Liming. He felt helpless: "Why do you always like to ask me to beat the system? Although I really want to do that."

"Maybe he thinks you can do it." Henar lowered his head and smiled. He took a deep breath and looked up with more relief: "If Yilu was still here, she would definitely like this unique flower field."

He Feng had not intended to say anything, but when he heard this, he suddenly thought of the camera in his backpack. He quickly took it out and pointed the lens at Heiner.

He said to himself that if possible, he wanted to take a picture of the ghost beside Henar. While thinking, He Feng pressed the shutter. The sound startled Henar, and he came over with some curiosity.

The photo was developed quickly. He Feng shook it to allow the air to fully contact the photo, and finally saw the picture on the photo.

I have to say that Heiner was born with a good appearance. His golden hair shone in the sun and his green eyes were filled with sadness. He looked into the distance, missing his beloved girl.

Right next to him stood a girl of about twenty years old, with chestnut hair and gray eyes. She stood side by side with Heinar, but her eyes were always on Heinar, her expression helpless but also full of love.

He Feng knew this girl. He had seen her in Heiner's room, in countless oil paintings of all sizes, and in Heiner's longing for her every day for ten years.

"Hai Hai." He Feng handed the photo to Hai Naer: "I have to say that Sister Yi Lu's painting is much more beautiful than yours."

Heinar was confused. He took the photo, and when he saw the person in the picture clearly, he was stunned.

Why did that beautiful girl look so similar to his Ilu?

Why are the beautiful girl's eyes full of love?

Is this his Ilu? Is this the lover he has been missing for a long time? Is this everything he killed with his own hands?

"Oh..." Heinar cried with joy. His tears fell on the photo, blurring his vision. He just wanted to get another affirmation: "This, this is?"

"Yes." He Feng patted Henar's shoulder: "Your lover seems to be always by your side, so don't blame yourself anymore."

Heinar bent down and pressed the photo to his chest. Finally, he couldn't help but kneel down on the ground. Tears rolled down into the soil, quickly wetting a small area.

Words could not express what was in his heart. The pain of losing his lover tortured him day and night. Why was he resurrected while his pistil had to die? Why could he only take revenge in the end instead of falling asleep with his lover in his arms?

This drove him crazy for a while, and he had to lock himself in the house. Only when he painted the face of his lover could he calm down.

If He Feng didn't bring him out, he would never take the initiative to leave the house.

But He Feng came and even told him that his Yilu, his beloved Hua Rui, had never left his side.

This is such a pleasant surprise, this is such a wonderful feeling.

"Our beautiful Miss Yilu is very worried about you now." He Feng took another photo, looked at the anxious girl in the picture and handed it to Henar: "Hurry up and comfort her."

Heinar cried so hard that he felt his heart, which had not been used for a long time, aching violently. He wiped his tears hastily and looked up to take the photo that He Feng handed over.

In the photo, he was kneeling on the ground crying, and Yilu was squatting beside him, looking a little anxious and helpless, and putting her hand on his back as if to comfort him.

"Oh, dear." Heiner smiled through his tears. "You are as beautiful as the day I lost you."

He Feng shuddered, rubbed his arms, and saw Jason wiping his eyes and tears not far away, so he walked over with amusement.

"Hi Lao Deng." He Feng ran over happily: "Your daughter is very pretty."

Jason paused in wiping his tears. If he didn't know what He Feng meant, he would have thought that He Feng was being a hooligan.

"That's what you think." He Feng waved his hand: "I'm here to make trouble, hehe."

Jason: ...

Jason chose to change the subject: "Perhaps you would like to know what happened in the castle."

He Feng nodded first, then shook his head: "Did the horror game system scare you?"

Jason, who was indeed approached, sighed, "Yes."

The fight between He Feng and Jason that day was actually intentional. Jason couldn't tell whether He Feng really had lost his memory, so he tried to test it out by fighting with He Feng, and then he realized in an instant that this guy remembered everything.

So, the earth-shattering duel that day, the evenly matched fights, and the one with the slight advantage, were all performed by the two of them for the horror game system to see.

He Feng’s memory was indeed extracted, but in order to show that it was more powerful than the horror game system, the achievement system directly blocked the running of the horror game system program, and the memory extraction failed.

At the prompt of the achievement system, He Feng played along and pretended to have amnesia, so that the horror game system would be at ease and choose not to continue monitoring in the background. Then, as soon as it left, the achievement system directly turned on the anti-interference mode and made clear arrangements to exclude the horror game system.

So it was useless for He Feng to take the memory capsule. After all, it was just an empty shell without He Feng's memories.

But later, seeing that Wang Wang still had a silly look on his face and didn't see it like Qi Guanju, He Feng couldn't help but remind him and called him a grandson.

What was Wang Wang doing in the Dawn Village dungeon? He was a grandson! If he still didn't understand, He Feng would be helpless.

However, judging from Wang Wang's clumsy acting later on, He Feng guessed that he should know that he didn't lose his memory, but his acting was very bad. He also said, "No! I don't want this result!" He Feng wanted to curse after hearing that. Why were they acting in that kind of TV series with him?

Disgusting, absolutely disgusting.

It's so clumsy. It's so clumsy.

As for the fight between He Feng and Jason, the two knew it all, so Jason was acting like, "Ah! I can't win! I'm dead again!" while lying on the ground and secretly pointing to the sky, indicating that He Feng had something to do to him.

Would He Feng be afraid? He Feng wouldn't.

They even dug up the Duke's ancestral grave, which almost made Bernard faint from anger yesterday.

And the massacre, what? You want to know why? Look at He Ge's killing spree, what reason does he need? Just based on his mental state, does he need a reason? Not at all.

So when the achievement system's targeted mode was turned on, He Feng said: I'm going to be frank, I don't have amnesia, I won't pretend anymore.

As a result, it seems that except for San Qian, everyone else could see that he had not lost his memory. Therefore, it can be concluded that San Qian was the dumbest one.

Jason, who was beside He Feng, looked at Heinar, who was sitting on the ground with the photo on his chest and smiling with satisfaction, and said with relief: "You did it, thank you."

"Small problem." He Feng waved his hand nonchalantly: "If you can't finish it, I'll tie him up and take him out. It's very simple."

Jason was a little helpless, but he gradually got used to He Feng's approach: "But the flowers that Madam wants to find are very difficult. Even if you offer all the flowers here to Madam, you may not succeed."

"Don't worry, I have a solution." He Feng put his hand on Jason's shoulder: "Hey, what bad things did that damn system say to you about me? Can you tell me?"

"Nothing, just said that you lost your memory, let me take the opportunity to kill you and your teammates." Jason looked at He Feng in confusion: "But why did it extract your memory?"

"Because it knows that if it leaves it alone, I will destroy another copy." He Feng patted Jason on the shoulder: "The rules of each copy are not rigid, especially for a small world like yours that was forcibly pulled in to serve as a copy. There is more room for manipulation, and I happen to be the savior who can break the entire sky with just a tiny crack. It knows that it can't trap me."

Although He Feng said it arrogantly, it is true.

After he entered the horror game, although he only went through two copies, the common point of these two copies was that the clearance rate was not high, the difficulty was high, and the situations were complicated and the tasks were difficult, not to mention the BOSS with his own ideas.

This may not be very obvious among the villagers in Dawn Village, but it is very obvious in Rose Manor.

Since everyone is a BOSS, everyone will be assigned tasks, and the tasks assigned are more likely to be random, or even a request from oneself, then it means that everyone generally has his or her own thoughts, and they are not like those simple game NPCs who are set by the system to have only one set of words.

They can all be considered real people, and people are the most difficult things to understand, so the difficulty of passing the level is so high.

This is the killer feature of the horror game system, and it is also the situation where He Feng has the best chance of breaking through.

Of course, the breakthrough here refers to breaking the shackles of the horror game system on the copy and liberating everyone.

"I have this charm that has nowhere to go and is charming everywhere." He Feng hugged himself distressedly: "It's simply that I am so good that the Gou system is so jealous that it wants to attack such a beautiful me. It's a pity that evil will always be defeated by justice."

Jason: ...

Jason: 6.