Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Taking that step was easier than He Feng had imagined.

He can have all the understanding of Shen Zishu, and the words "I will love you forever" make He Feng understand that he will never be alone.

No matter what the outcome is, no matter what choice he makes, Shen Zishu will always be by his side.

This is the confidence that Shen Zishu's love gave to He Feng, enough to support him to step into that hell without any hesitation.

He may not necessarily lose.

The crack behind him slowly closed, and as the last ray of light disappeared, it became pitch dark in the bloody realm.

The rustling sound was the most stimulating to people's hearing. Something took the opportunity to climb up from He Feng's ankle and was directly chopped off by He Feng.

However, the thing did not lose its vitality after being cut off. Instead, it suddenly extended its sharp spikes and pierced into He Feng's skin.

The horror game system finally turned on the light, and the entire blood realm became bright again. He Feng could clearly see Unit 10, which was only ten steps away from him.

It still retains the shape of a cube and is the size of an old-fashioned TV. Now the entire small cube is entangled and wrapped in red thorns.

The thorns, whose structure was unclear, easily pierced through the hard shell of Unit 10, trapping the entire cube in the center of space, making it unable to move.

“Savior.” Unit 10’s voice was soft and cute, but now it sounded like crying: “Leave here, don’t, don’t come over, you’ll die…”

As the red thorns around Unit 10 grew tighter and tighter, the outer shell was clamped and cracked, but then stopped at a level that would not kill Unit 10.

"Savior." Unit 10 choked up, "This is a dead end."

All I saw was blood red.

The ground was the same as that of Ghost King Chess. It looked like red blood, but when you stepped on it, it was solid ground. The thorns extended from the blood and strangled Unit 10 in the center.

He Feng took the first step.

Red thorns rushed out from the calm ground. He Feng's reaction was already top-notch, but those thorns could still stubbornly cling to people's bodies even after being cut off.

The severed part scattered in mid-air, and the short spikes grew until they were able to pierce He Feng's wrist and hook He Feng's collarbone.

Despite the severe pain, He Feng did not make a sound. The young man looked at him with a burning gaze. He gripped the long sword tightly and took another step firmly without allowing any objection.

The long knife was entangled with thorns, and the dead branches were determined to hook He Feng's flesh and blood. Resistance was meaningless at this moment.

The melodious singing voice continued to restore He Feng's falling health. As the thorns became more and more, the long sword was tightly entangled and He Feng could no longer move.

He dropped the knife.

third step.

The fire of hell burned fiercely but had little effect. It could not stop the growth of thorns, nor could it destroy them. It could only serve as a temporary line of defense.

The blue-purple flame became weaker and weaker in this situation, and all connections with everything within the blood realm were severed. Xiao Jiu was unable to absorb the endless flames in hell and could only let himself burn and burn.

the fourth step.

The black and red fog spread, the anger value dropped rapidly, and the thorns were eaten away but grew rapidly again. It was simply endless.

This is the hell that Shen Zhu created for He Feng. No matter what, the savior cannot survive by wading through this swamp of red thorns.

He Feng will definitely die here.

Everything that happened in the blood realm was displayed to all the players. Those originally excited humans calmed down after seeing He Feng's miserable condition, as if they really realized their mistakes.

Shen Zhu couldn't help but burst into laughter. He raised his head and slapped the table. He did not stop the merger of the player islands. He just waited for Shen Zishu to walk up to him.

By that time, he wants everyone dead.

But he didn't know that the players in front of the huge screen clenched their fists one by one, their eyes slightly red, watching the young man on the screen who resolutely walked towards death, their anger and blood were ignited at this moment.

Those determined hearts burned and burned along with the blue-purple flame. Unlike the flame's trend of gradually weakening, it expanded and grew stronger. Resistance was transmitted in everyone's heart, taking root like red thorns, and even if Shen Zhu cut it off, it would still firmly hook onto their flesh and blood.

The consciousness of resistance was finally engraved into everyone's soul, and no one would be alone in the decisive battle.

In the blood realm, He Feng took the fifth step.

Thick thorns rose from the ground and suddenly pierced through He Feng's chest while he was restrained.

"In Danger" began to refresh at this moment. It was not controlled by anyone, and broke free from those restrictions. It refreshed frantically in the silent gaze of Huyan Wangi and others.

Time and time again, again and again, preventing He Feng from reaching that ending early.

"The goddess of luck is watching us." Si Shanyue's eyes were filled with tears that could not be shed: "But this is too painful."

Yes.

He Feng has taken a total of five steps so far. His knife was snatched away, Xiao Jiu's flame became weaker and weaker, and the black and red mist began to become thinner as the anger value continued to decrease.

The thorns pierced the young man's wrists, ankles, calves and even thighs. It wanted to keep He Feng here, but He Feng insisted on going further and further.

The pain tortured He Feng's nerves and his face turned pale. He raised his leg with difficulty and took the sixth step.

In the corner of the backpack, the black xun suddenly began to vibrate.

The shackles on his body suddenly became lighter. He Feng did not dare to hesitate at all. He took a quick step, but only one step.

His movements were restricted again, and those red thorns easily stopped the Savior's steps.

The Xun broke into pieces, and He Feng thought of Liming.

We had agreed that I would play the xiao for him if I poked a hole in the sky, but now the xiao is broken and I can't play it at all.

The prop that could save his life ten times only bought him one step, but He Feng felt it was worth it. The distance between Unit 10 and him was getting shorter and shorter, with only three steps left.

The cores of Unit 6 and Unit 7 were getting hot in He Feng's hands, but he chose not to throw them out. The reason was simple: if the thorns could stop him, he could intercept the two cores in the air. Then, even if he got in front of Unit 10, he would have no way to destroy the semi-colonized machine.

He won't let himself get cornered.

Step 8.

The savior's clothes were soaked in blood, and the thorns took root in every part of He Feng's flesh and blood, trying to keep the savior here.

His vision began to blur and He Feng heard someone singing in his ear.

It’s not those mermaids, but a very ordinary person, even a little out of tune.

"Old He! I told you that my singing is out of tune, but you still forced me to sing for my son. Look! You're crying!"

"This kid really doesn't know how to appreciate! My wife's singing is so beautiful, it's fine if he doesn't appreciate it, but why is he crying! One year old is not young anymore! When I was one year old, I would give my wife flowers!"

"Stop it, get out of here right now, stop talking nonsense here, and this is my son! Try being more aggressive with him!"

The thorns were uprooted, and the eighth step was put into practice.

"Son, as long as your mom is here, there will never be any chaos in the team. So, is your mom awesome?"

"Mom, this is no excuse for you being late to pick me up."

"Ahem, report to the commander! I got it! I'll pay attention next time!"

He Feng saw some disgust on his own face.

He Xiaofeng, who was forced to stay in the kindergarten for two more hours, tilted his head and snorted, "I don't believe it! But I won't be angry! My mom is awesome!"

"Hahahaha! What about dad?"

"I kicked you out!"

He still remembered that Old He cried with his head tilted back in grievance. Halfway through his crying, he realized that neither he nor his mother responded, so he stopped pretending and sat down to eat obediently.

"Hehe, you big ungrateful bastard, you little ungrateful bastard, you don't love me, right? Without love, I will die!"

"Feng, remember, don't be like your dad when it comes to dating. He's a complete fool."

"Honey, I'm still listening."

The noise, chatter and laughter drowned out the mermaid's singing, and He Feng felt a little exhausted.

He tried several times and struggled for a long time but was unable to take another step.

The health value is dropping rapidly, and the "danger" level is constantly refreshing.

Shen Zhu felt relieved when he saw the situation in the blood realm. He chuckled and said, "He Feng, this is your ending. You will die here."

He Feng did not answer. He raised his leg again tenaciously and stubbornly.

The blood-red thorns immediately broke his bones. Normally, the pain was unbearable for ordinary people, but He Feng hadn't made any sound from the beginning to now.

"He Feng, no one can save you." Shen Zhu's tone was full of pride, and he even breathed a sigh of relief: "I am the only one who can enter this blood realm. To be honest, Fu Shi might be able to enter it, because he has the core of Unit 1 in his heart. But Fu Shi is dead, hahahaha! Killed by your own hands!"

"No one can save you! No one can open this hell. You will die here, alone and helpless, He Feng! This is your end!"

As if in response to Shen Zhu's words, the red thorns pierced He Feng's chest again.

He Feng's health dropped to 10.

"Xiao Feng, don't resent your father. He is the bravest."

"Xiao Feng knows. If it were Xiao Feng, Xiao Feng would also protect those children."

Just like standing up now to clear the way for everyone.

He Feng stretched out his hand, his fingertips were very close to Unit 10, so close that it seemed as if he could touch it right away.

He took another step forward, something slipped from the corner of his lips, the savior bit his lower lip and took half a step closer with thorns all over his body.

His arm was entangled and the spikes pierced his entire arm, but He Feng did not let go.

Unit 10 whimpered. It was trying hard and trying. It kept shaking, trying to struggle forward a step.

"Unit 10! Don't force me to destroy you myself later!"

"Then destroy me!" Unit 10 shouted. Its small mechanical arm was cut off just as it stretched out, but it did not give up and leaned towards He Feng: "Just like you destroyed all the other semicolon machines! Destroy me too!"

Shen Zhu said nothing more.

Unit 10 couldn't move forward, and He Feng was about to die. In the end, he was the winner.

"My dear loyal players," Shen Zhu said, "Let us all enjoy the savior's demise together."

Man's blood can be shed.

Ninth step.

The blood-red thorns pierced He Feng's body and crushed his bones. The young man was held in front of Unit 10. After countless refreshes and uses of "Danger", the Nine-Day Dark Night Glazed Mysterious Fire had become so dim that it could not be seen, and the anger value had returned to zero.

The cores of Unit 6 and Unit 7 in his hands were only a little bit away from Unit 10, but this little bit destroyed all the previous steps taken by He Feng.

Before he was on the verge of death, He Feng finally understood why Fu Shi wanted to die, why he wanted to cut out the core of Unit 1 and stuff it into Sheng Nancheng's body, and why he asked Sheng Nancheng if he couldn't die.

It's all about now.

Only Sheng Nancheng, who possesses endless blood packs, has the ability to step into this space, and only he can end it all.

This is the best outcome, and it is the last thing Fu Shi can do.

Fu Shi said he cheered for his death.

He Feng didn’t understand at first, but now he understands.

Fu Shi's death is a pass. Only when Fu Shi dies will the horror game system truly believe that the blood realm has reached perfection, and he will be let in. So even if he doesn't kill Fu Shi, the horror game system will find a way to kill Fu Shi.

Before he and the horror game system, Fu Shi chose to be killed by him, and used his life to buy everyone a chance to get out.

This is the real pass.

The mermaid's singing in his ears became even more beautiful, and Huyan Wanji seemed to be calling him, but the dizziness from excessive blood loss was about to overwhelm He Feng, and the numb pain tortured every inch of his nerves.

The savior kept his mouth tightly shut. He refused to speak a word, no matter how much he cried out in pain or cursed.

"Baby, you are still young, you must hold your mother's hand."

"Wife, you are still young, please hold my hand."

He Feng agreed subconsciously, and he turned around to hold Shen Zishu's hand.

But there was nothing there, and he did not turn his head.

Before closing his eyes, He Feng thought of Fu Shi. He wondered if Fu Shi really wanted to die.

He soon got the answer: yes.

So Fu Shi was ready to die. No matter how he cried and threw a tantrum, or how they tried to persuade him, Fu Shi would not turn back.

The health value decreases until it reaches 1.

He Feng thought that the crybaby must destroy Unit 10.

Oh, by the way, he has to go back safely, otherwise he will have to fight with Fu Shi again.

Well, maybe Fu Shi didn’t want anything to happen to Crybaby.

Then he will watch it with Fu Shi.

The Savior closed his eyes, his face looked peaceful, as if he was asleep.

But his body was pierced by thorns, Unit 10 was not destroyed, and hope was still burning.

All the players raised their weapons. The unreachable player islands were almost about to be merged together. Everyone was waiting for the final battle.

There’s just another semicolon machine. It’s okay. With so many of them, can’t they beat two semicolon machines?

Sorry, I don’t quite believe it.

The moment He Feng closed his eyes, Shen Zishu held back the blood in his throat, but Shen Zhu shouted with joy.

He stood in the main space, his expression more crazy than ever before.

“He Feng, He Feng!” Shen Zhu’s eyes were red, and his tone was full of excitement: “He’s dead! He’s still dead after struggling until now! Anyone who goes against me deserves to die!”