Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

You would be forced to wake up when sleeping by the crowd. There was no water, electricity, or even food. You had to be trampled to death to take a shower and reload your broken clothes. You went from being a human to a BOSS.

He Feng's mouth twitched after hearing this.

No, how can they live like this? If it were him, he would just go on a killing spree and destroy everything. After all, if he can't live well, no one else can either!

"You are really emotionally stable, you are like a control group with me." He Feng couldn't help but sigh and lit up the candles he just bought: "I can only say that you are really miserable."

Shen Zishu did not give He Feng any response. He just stared at the only source of light in the darkness. Then, as if possessed, he reached out his hand and touched the flickering candlelight with his fingertips.

"Hey!" He Feng quickly grabbed Shen Zishu's wrist and pulled it back. He waited until Shen Zishu stepped away before letting go. Then he looked at his red palm and suddenly became angry: "If you're not my brother, what are you doing? If you want to be bullied, go find those figures. Why are you touching the candles?"

"I just haven't seen light at night for a long time." The fingertips were burned red by the candlelight, and the burning pain could not be deceived. Shen Zishu slowly raised his head and met He Feng's eyes: "You are brighter than a candle, but why doesn't it hurt when I touch you?"

After hearing Shen Zishu's words, He Feng's head buzzed. An embarrassing red color spread from the tips of his ears and gradually covered his entire face. He turned his head and gritted his teeth.

Damn, what's wrong with this idiot!

Why is it that everything is linked to him? No, why is everything linked to him? I am really impressed!

Feeling his ears getting hot, He Feng closed his eyes.

Thank God, thank the earth, thank you there is no moon here at night, otherwise he would be in great trouble.

But He Feng forgot that there is a person named Shen Zishu who is his natural nemesis.

Shen Zishu, who had excellent eyesight because he was used to the darkness, looked at He Feng, who was almost blushing, and asked in confusion: "Your face is so red, what's wrong? Your ears are also red, are you sick?"

"What do you care!" He Feng was exposed and became angry: "Go away! Go play in the mud, kid!!"

This copy does not provide food, so He Feng could only compromise and buy some compressed biscuits from the mall to fill his stomach.

He chewed the biscuits expressionlessly, wondering why he collapsed completely when he met Shen Zishu.

Is it because of his lack of skills? How is it possible! He can debate with a group of scholars, scold everyone to the point of autism, and even wipe out the whole family, but why can't he perform well when he meets Shen Zishu?

Was it because Shen Zishu was too sincere? As the saying goes, sincerity can defeat everyone, and Shen Zishu was so sincere that He Feng wanted to punch him, but it didn't seem to be the case. Could it be...

After thinking about it, He Feng still felt that the problem lies with himself. If he could abandon his humanity, he would be invincible, but he is still full of conscience and has a good outlook on everything.

I understand. After all, he is too kind-hearted and cannot stand up to an idiot like Shen Zishu.

The entire process of He Feng from doubt to thinking and finally to self-appreciation and pity was seen by Shen Zishu and the audience in the live broadcast room.

Shen Zishu, who was driven to dig mud, curled up a smile at the corner of his lips and slowly poked the floor with his fingertips.

The live broadcast rooms that have not yet been unbanned are filled with special effects of gift rewards, trying to get He Feng to notice them.

"Ding, congratulations to the host He Feng for achieving the achievement of "full reward value in the live broadcast room". The system will immediately issue 10 reward points (already increased in value)"

"Ding, the host He Feng's points have reached: 389."

He Feng, who was immersed in his own charm, then remembered the audience in the live broadcast room. He was in a very good mood and lifted the ban, and even lifted the ban on Qian Youlin, and took the opportunity to unban the accounts of Qi Guanju and Qian Youlin's brother.

"I never thought that one day I would be obsessed with my own charm." He Feng covered his chest with his hands, his intoxicated expression was exaggerated: "I am so kind! I have benefited so many people!"

[All the villagers who were killed in Dawn Village: Can you look at us and say it again?]

[All the BOSSes in Rose Manor: Are you sure you are really kind?]

"Why are there still black fans? Kick them out." He Feng frowned in dissatisfaction and kicked the two people out of the live broadcast room with a flick of his finger: "Family members, please be careful and don't let these little black fans lead the rhythm."

[Uh, good, good!]

[My brother is right! They are the haters! Kick them all out!]

[? Big brother, what’s wrong with you?]

Qian Youlin wiped away his bitter tears in front of the screen and began typing: [If you were banned for a day, you would know what was going on.]

He Feng was dissatisfied and said, "What's going on? What else could it be? This is a prodigal son who has returned! Stop before it's too late and I'll save his life!"

[It’s not easy to be the top brother on the list.]

[It’s hard work.]

"I can see that you guys don't understand the ways of the world." He Feng snorted, "A bunch of rookies. It's really useless to talk to you about this. Come on, the one playing in the mud, come here."

Shen Zishu walked back very obediently. He sat opposite He Feng, tilted his head to look at He Feng, waiting for He Feng to ask questions.

"Come on, tell me what you did before entering the dungeon." He Feng pointed to the ground: "I'm really curious about what you did to be targeted like this."

If He Feng asked why the horror game system targeted him, Shen Zishu might not be able to answer, but if He Feng asked him what he did, Shen Zishu would remember.

He let go of a man's hand and pushed that man out of the horror game.

"I sent someone out." Shen Zishu replied, "I sent him home."

He Feng was puzzled. He looked at the live broadcast room and asked, "What's the matter? Can't you go back in horror games?"

[Yes, but the prerequisite is to pass 100 copies and then play the clearance copy again, but the clearance copy is not live, so far the clearance rate is 0. ]

[Eh? Isn't this the same as the clearance rate of this Dead City? I'm a little curious about what level this is, but I've only cleared five levels.]

[Many people are looking for that copy. So far, I heard that there are probably hundreds of people who are qualified to pass it, but no one can return home alive.]

"Oh——" He Feng nodded in understanding: "Then if I destroy the Gou system, can everyone leave this broken place?"

[I can only say that ideals are full and reality is skinny.]

[Come on, brother! I believe in you! Always follow my footsteps! Wuhu!]

Although this was an ordinary bullet comment, He Feng knew that this person was Qian Youlin. He sighed and said, "Xiao Qian, you have to be yourself. Life is so short. If you can't live according to your own wishes, how miserable it would be."

Qian Youlin's eyes were filled with tears. He changed back to the luxurious golden bullet screen: [Brother, you are right. I should be brave enough to be myself! There is one more thing, brother, you are really narcissistic. When it comes to narcissism, you are second to none! ]

He Feng: ...

He Feng: "Haha, I'm banned."

He Feng simply gave Qian Youlin a ten-minute silence package, and then turned his gaze to Shen Zishu: "So, how did you do it?"

Shen Zishu forgot.

He forgot a lot of things, but he could not forget how he pried those hands apart bit by bit.

The other party grabbed him very hard. Shen Zishu was resolute and did not allow any discussion. He pried open the other party's fingers one by one. Before completely letting go, Shen Zishu said to the other party.

"Only you can do it." Shen Zishu repeated this sentence to He Feng: "I have forgotten many things, but I have not been able to forget a single word, nor have I been able to completely forget that person."

"Is there any savior besides me?" He Feng was dissatisfied: "But your words make people feel bad."

Shen Zishu humbly asked, "Why?"

"Isn't this putting all our hopes on that one person? It's really stressful." He Feng waved his hand: "But I'm just saying that. Hey, what kind of person is that person?"

Shen Zishu was stunned.

He couldn't remember, his memory was vague, all he could remember was the other person yelling at him at the top of his lungs. What was the content? It seemed simple, just two words.

"You dare." Shen Zishu suddenly said: "I only remember him yelling at me, saying you dare."

"I've been here for too long, and I've been killed countless times. I can remember very few things." Shen Zishu smiled bitterly, "I let him go, let him leave with hope, and put pressure on him. Even now, even if he stands in front of me, I can't recognize him."

"You're a clown, I get it." He Feng was about to pat Shen Zishu's shoulder again, but when he stretched out his hand, he remembered that this man was made of sulfuric acid, so he saw his hand turn around and scratch his head: "Uh, are you hungry?"

Looking at his appearance, Shen Zishu chuckled and shook his head. At this time, He Feng discovered that as long as Shen Zishu smiled, his eyes would definitely bend and look more gentle.

But before he could complain, Shen Zishu said, "I forgot what he looked like, his name, and my bond with him, but I feel like he should be like you, kind and passionate, gentle but also a bit domineering, and like a little sun, just like you."

He Feng was silent. He Feng felt his ears burning again.

No! Whose boss is this?

No, which boss would praise the player Kuku like Shen Zishu did?

Help! Gentle? He himself doesn't even dare to say that about himself!

Little Sun?! Oh my god! Then he is simply hitting the Sun every day!

Ahhhh! I am totally convinced! Shen Zishu is indeed his natural nemesis!

Seeing He Feng's cheeks getting redder and redder, Shen Zishu tilted his head in confusion: "You..."

"Shut up!" He Feng shouted, "I'm warning you to talk less! Otherwise, believe it or not, I will shut your mouth!"

Shen Zishu blinked and covered his mouth obediently.

He Feng: ...

He Feng: "Haha, I'm a clown."

Due to the presence of a certain BOSS, He Feng did not sleep well for a rare time. He sat there for several hours before falling asleep again.

Of course, we cannot rule out the possibility that he sleeps more in the afternoon.

The copy time was probably in the morning. He Feng opened his eyes and turned his head to meet Shen Zishu's gaze again.

He Feng tried to hold back for a moment, but couldn't, so he threw a punch back, hitting Shen Zishu directly on the chest. His own hand was also stabbed. He killed 500 enemies but lost 1,000 of his own.

"Can you please stop staring at me?" He Feng covered his aching right hand and gritted his teeth, "If I didn't know you couldn't sleep and stared at me, I would have thought you had a crush on me."

Shen Zishu did not answer He Feng. He looked outside and said, "It's dawn."

He Feng also looked over and saw phantoms gathering outside.

Perhaps it was because of his presence that the phantoms, having been killed once yesterday, did not dare to come forward easily, so He Feng could sleep until he woke up naturally. Otherwise, he would go crazy again after being woken up.

He Feng opened the mall and bought two long swords that he had used in the previous dungeon and had a good experience with. He took one for himself and gave one to Shen Zishu, then extended his hand to Shen Zishu.

"Let's go, my dear princess. Your knight is ready to lead you into battle."

The two hands were clasped together, and the tingling sensation was more torturous than yesterday. He Feng let out a light click, kicked open the door with Shen Zishu, and rushed into the phantom.

He swung his sword and basically killed one head with one blow. Shen Zishu was not much worse. Although he couldn't kill one head with one blow, he could stab it into the heart and kill him directly.

The two men held hands and killed all the way, and when they reached the center of the city, the three phantoms had just arrived.

He Feng chopped off the head of the phantom in front of him. When he saw the three people who needed to be rescued, he grabbed Shen Zishu and rushed forward.

"Hey! You three, stand still!" He Feng shouted, kicking over a phantom that was blocking his way: "Who is that! Wu Wei! Nini! And what else! What fish!"

It's a pity that the three people didn't respond at all. They ran away again, leaving He Feng and Shen Zishu trapped in the phantom encirclement.

"Damn it, infinite refresh, right?" The burning sensation on his right arm made He Feng grit his teeth and dare not look at the miserable state of his arm. He looked at the endless phantoms with some anxiety: "Damn it, this is so annoying."

Shen Zishu didn't say anything. He stared at the two people's clasped hands in silence, and suddenly loosened his grip.

The link was broken again, and He Feng staggered. His long sword pierced through the phantoms and slashed in vain. The phantoms lost their greatest threat and rushed towards Shen Zishu one after another, pushing him to the ground and trampling on him madly until he died.

The whole process took less than ten minutes. The phantom that completed the task passed through He Feng again and left. He Feng looked down at his hand that was shaken away in a daze.

The flesh on the palm of his right hand had been corroded, and the bones could be vaguely seen. The entire forearm was mottled red, and a blood pit would form if touched slightly, which looked extremely creepy.

Shen Zishu saw his arm, so he took the initiative to let go and pushed He Feng away.

Just like he got rid of the person who left the game, this thing also got rid of him self-righteously.

There were footsteps behind him, and He Feng knew without hesitation that the person must be Shen Zishu.

He took a breath, turned around and cursed: "Do I need you to feel sorry for me? I help you so that I can complete this copy myself, do you understand? Can you not be so self-righteous and falsely merciful? If you don't cooperate with me..."

After seeing Shen Zishu's appearance, he could no longer utter the scolding that was on his lips.

He Feng always thought that the refresh Shen Zishu mentioned was just like the people in the Rose Manor. When this body dies, a new body will come. This was his thought before he saw the "refresh" mentioned by Shen Zishu. After seeing it, he felt that he might not be able to curse anymore.

As the biggest BOSS in the Dead City dungeon, Shen Zishu's skull was trampled and deformed, not to mention his sunken chest and twisted legs and arms.

That gentle-looking face was bloody and every time he smiled, his eyes would bulge out of their sockets with his eyeballs hanging in the air.

In the silence, the only sound was the crackling of bones recovering.

Those bones that were crushed and deliberately broken were restored by force. He Feng could imagine how painful it was just by listening to the sound.

But Shen Zishu said nothing, not even a cry of pain. He was just calm and silent, waiting for the bones to turn, twist, and grow back to their original place.

After waiting for his entire body to fully recover, Shen Zishu spoke his first words. He said, "I'm sorry. I'm just afraid that you'll be hurt."

He Feng only felt a dull pain in his chest. He looked at Shen Zishu, who seemed a little guilty, and suddenly felt helpless: "What about you, Shen Zishu, don't you feel any pain?"

"It hurts, right?" Shen Zishu replied. He was used to the feeling of bones breaking and growing back, and he had even forgotten that this habit could be called pain. "It hurt a long time ago, right?"