Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Inside the carriage, the players were speechless as they watched the interaction between the two.

The live broadcast room was filled with barrages, and the food experts who watched the live broadcast celebrated the New Year overnight.

[Let's raise this glass! Tell me! Who's on top!]

[Purple sweet potato! Purple sweet potato!]

[Let's finish this drink! Tell me! Who's next!]

[Hege! Hege!]

"What's up and down?" He Feng was a little curious. He patted Shen Zishu who was clinging to him in his arms and asked, "They are talking about up and down. What is up and down?"

Shen Zishu shook his head, his voice full of innocence: "I don't know."

[Aaaaaah! I understand the ignorant little crazy bottom with the ability value MAX and the straight-forward wolf dog, but I won’t tell you the black-bellied top! I really did! I ate it!]

[If you can say it before, please say more! I love it! ! ]

"What?" He Feng frowned, trying to figure out the meaning of this sentence: "Submissive? Attacker?"

[!!! Brother! You don’t know this! Are you dating a guy?!]

"Is there a problem?" He Feng was puzzled: "I just like him, can I still control it? Excuse me, that kind of thing doesn't mean I like him enough."

[…I’ll curse my organs later, but! Brother! You have to know this!]

Afterwards, Qian Youlin used some vague words to explain to his brother, but his brother said he didn't understand.

Qian Youlin was speechless and chose to speak frankly.

What bed, what love, what receiving side, what ass.

He Feng blushed and began to think about these questions.

No, he is a very good young man who would rather torture others than torture himself. He firmly implements the concept that I am absolutely not wrong. Even if he kills ten thousand people by mistake, he will not let any of them go. He is in a very good mental state and is a very open-minded young man who can always think positively when encountering problems.

How could it be defiled?

"You have a problem, no! You all have a problem!" He Feng pointed at the live broadcast screen, and felt that it was not enough, so he pointed at Shen Zishu and the snickering Feng Anan and Sheng Nancheng beside him: "None of you has no problem!"

"Be good." Shen Zishu lowered his head, looking aggrieved: "Will you dislike me because I know this?"

"How is that possible!" He Feng immediately refuted: "I just heard about this for the first time. Some of that, that is, you know, right?"

Shen Zishu took advantage of the situation and continued: "I can do anything, as long as you are willing, I can do anything."

He Feng suddenly felt a little helpless.

No, no, no! This topic is somewhat beyond his scope of thinking!

"Wait, let's talk about it after we get out." He Feng coughed lightly, turned his head and looked at the nine people to change the subject: "You! Hurry up and choose one!"

He Feng turned his head quickly and didn't see the curled corners of Shen Zishu's lips, so when Feng Anan exclaimed, he looked again, and saw Shen Zishu with a normal expression, also looking at Feng Anan with a confused look.

Feng Anan covered her chest and said, "My old illness has come back. I'm sorry. Please continue."

The remaining nine players looked at each other, and then someone raised his hand.

The finger representing death was raised and pointed at a player.

The rest of the people raised their hands and sentenced the player to death.

"I forgot to say that." He Feng smiled and said, "He is definitely a player."

Chu Tianba, who was being pointed at by everyone, was kneeling on the ground, his face covered with tears and snot.

When those hands were raised, despair devoured his body and gnawed at his spirit, leaving him unable to utter a word of rebuttal. He could only wait helplessly for He Feng to read out the final verdict to him.

He thought he was dead because he had offended He Feng. He thought he was going to die.

"Change someone else." He Feng chuckled and said, "It's not nice to bully someone, right, Romeo?"

Luo Wei silently took a half step back and looked at He Feng vigilantly.

"Hey, you know I'm calling you? That's weird." He Feng stretched his body: "The system told you that I can't remember my name? It seems that you know me very well, classmate Romeo."

Luo Wei forced a far-fetched smile: "What are you talking about? I don't understand. I'm the only one with the last name Luo here."

"Oh——" He Feng nodded: "Well, you listen to me and don't force me to do it."

Luo Wei gritted his teeth and took out his weapon, a pistol, from his backpack. Looking at the horrified reactions of the people around him, Luo Wei was a little proud: "Ha! No matter how powerful you are, can you be faster than a bullet!"

Dawn was split into two. He Feng held two long swords, looked at the unrepentant Luo Wei and sighed. Then he tapped the ground with his toes and rushed out in an instant.

"Ah!" Sheng Nancheng screamed, clenching his hands against his forehead, and his left arm was bleeding. The bullet that Luo Wei had just shot hit his arm. He cried out in pain: "Wuwuwu! It hurts! Wuwuwuwu! Mom!"

On this side, He Feng had already cut off both of Lowe's arms and nailed him to the train wall with long nails bought from the mall.

"You are very courageous." He Feng picked up the handle of the knife with his fingertips. Xiao turned it around in his hand and finally merged with Po: "It's just that I'm a noob."

Seeing that he had failed, Luo Wei became afraid. He began to shout loudly for mercy, trying to get He Feng to let him go.

"This train will arrive at the "Death" station. Please prepare to get off in advance if you are selected."

He Feng raised his hand and pointed it at Luo Wei. Then, all the others raised their hands and pointed their fingertips at Luo Wei.

Lowe's back was soaked with cold sweat.

He suddenly thought as he faced dozens of hands pointing at him.

Is this what it feels like to be pointed at?

Do those players who were voted out because of his instigation feel the same way?

This feeling of despair, fear, pain, powerlessness, and even nausea.

Is this what it feels like to be facing death?

It's really torturous.

It was just like when he was killed, so annoying and terrifying.

What is the method of death at this station?

Ah, he remembered, it was Lingchi.

He was going to be killed one by one. He had failed this time and he could no longer accumulate kills.

He felt a little regretful. What would happen if he killed so many pigs?

But why do I feel relieved?

With his hands stained with blood, he was about to try to kill the players the same way he had killed them.

"You're crying." He Feng said coldly: "What are you thinking about?"

What are you thinking about?

Luo Wei raised his head and looked at He Feng.

He was thinking that he couldn't go home until he killed ten thousand players.

Thinking, he has to see his son.

But whose daughters, sons, and parents were those people he killed?

"I don't regret it." Lowe shook his head slightly and smiled bitterly: "I just want to go home, kid. I killed a lot of people, but I just want to go home."

He Feng did not answer.

The train whistled long and the announcement was made that the "death" station had arrived.

"The train has arrived at the "death" station. The player voted out this time is: Luo Wei."

Lowe struggled to get down from the spikes. He stepped out of the train with a smile: "I was thrown out this time, but I will be on the train again next time. My child, you will never come back, but I can always go home."

"Mourn for yourself silently. You can never go back." He Feng said expressionlessly, "I will definitely destroy this copy."

Lowe paused and looked at the restarted train with some disdain.

Destroy the copy? How could this ignorant kid say that?

He will come back again, he will come back and kill all the players.

He will come home.

Lingchi refers to cutting the prisoner's body more than 3000 times, causing him to die slowly.

As time passed, the pieces of meat fell to the ground. Lowe's soul left his body, but was swallowed by something.

"The final stop of this train is Hope Station. The train is Line 4, Death-Hope. The next stop is Death. Please stand firm and hold on. The train is about to start."

"The horror game system reminds you that there are NPCs among the players. Please find them and vote for them. Players still have three chances to skip. If you cannot choose a candidate or skip when you arrive at the next stop, the system will help you vote randomly. If there are still NPCs on the train when you arrive at the terminal, it will be considered that the player has failed to pass the level. Please work hard~"

"Horror game system friendly reminder~Please carefully observe the things around you that cannot exist~"

The air pressure in the carriage was very low, and some people, especially Sheng Nancheng, had started to cry.

He Feng felt a little complicated.

Go home, who doesn’t want to go home?

But what if the condition for going home is to kill someone? How should the players choose?

If you don't kill, you will be trapped here forever, or even be killed.

Kill, is a wounded and bloody person still himself when he leaves?

This is a good question.

The horror game system exchanges humans for what they desire most and makes them accomplices.

"It's really sad." He Feng looked at Shen Zishu: "If you can go home by killing me, what will you choose..."

"I will choose to kill all those who try to kill you." Shen Zishu interrupted He Feng directly. He stood beside He Feng, held He Feng's hand and brought it to his lips and kissed him: "I said that I will be your most loyal executioner and the line of defense that others cannot break through. I will guarantee this with my life. As long as I am alive, no one can hurt you."

He Feng's lips curled slightly, and he raised his hand to hug Shen Zishu's neck: "And I will never leave you alone to charge into battle, your savior will always be by your side."

Even a car full of garbage could not cover up the charming atmosphere between the two people. Feng Anan and Sang Gui hugged each other excitedly and shouted silently.

[No, brother, how can you express your feelings to this car full of garbage?]

"Stop talking nonsense." He Feng couldn't help but complain: "Then there is such a disgusting man-eating tree in front of you and your organs, why don't you think about how he confessed his love?"

[…Okay, okay, we won’t say anything to each other, okay.]

"What do you mean?" He Feng narrowed his eyes: "Who are you looking down on?"

Qian Yulin, who sensed something was wrong, said: [No, no, no, no, no, no! Just listen to my excuse!]

So Xiao Qian, who failed to argue, was once again given the ten-minute mute package.

The barrage began to pay tribute to him.

Cheers to our big brother who is not afraid of being beaten!

He Feng stopped with satisfaction, and the door of the carriage behind him opened. He quickly pulled Shen Zishu away from the garbage station.

Damn it, I didn’t check it for a while and let Xiao Qian take advantage of the situation!

But fortunately, Qian Youlin has done the same thing before, so he can fight back, hehe.

"Ding, congratulations to the host He Feng for achieving the "I Dared to Flirt in a Garbage Dump" achievement. The system will immediately issue 2 bonus points (already increased in value)"

"Ding, the host He Feng's points have reached: 661."

He Feng fell silent, and He Feng chose to curse: "Are you sick? I just want to ask you if you are sick?"

"Sorry, this system doesn't understand."

He Feng:?

He Feng: "The Gou system."

"Ding, no horror game system detected, interference mode activated, please rest assured host."

"I'm a bitch." He Feng smiled and said, "You don't know who I'm talking about, right?"

"Sorry, I don't understand. Bye."

He Feng couldn't bear it, He Feng couldn't help it, he chose to slap Sheng Nancheng on the head who was still crying.

"Why are you crying?" He Feng said fiercely: "Are you doing this on purpose?"

Sheng Nancheng hiccuped. He looked at He Feng who was suddenly angry and tried to curl himself up into a small ball: "Then, then I won't cry anymore. Wuuuuuu, I won't cry anymore."

Looking at the timid Sheng Nancheng, He Feng began to feel depressed. He sighed, bought a bottle of healing potion from the mall and handed it to him.

"Alright, alright, stop crying. Who are you trying to make laugh to death by crying like a clown?" He Feng comforted him perfunctorily: "Hurry up and drink this, then find a place to stay."

Sheng Nancheng took the potion with a sob, drank a sip carefully, and prepared to put the potion into his backpack.

He Feng laughed at his worthless look: "Drink it, I'll buy you another bottle. How come you got hit when there are so many people standing there?"

Sheng Nancheng hated to hear it and started crying again.

Sheng Nancheng is a real unlucky guy who is more unlucky than anyone else. In the real world, he would get hit by a car when crossing the road, choke in various ways when eating, choke when drinking water, brush his teeth, and take a bath. The director of the orphanage often says that it is a miracle that Sheng Nancheng is still alive.

Yes, he is still an orphan.

It's just bad luck that opens the door for bad luck, it's so unlucky!

Most people who enter horror games take their mobile phones, which at least can provide lighting; otherwise, they take some harmless things like He Feng.

The achievement of upgrading is different.

When he entered the game, he missed a step and fell down the stairs, diving into a stinky ditch. He was holding a manhole cover in his hand when he entered the game.

The kind of stone, round, heavy or heavy manhole cover.

“Wuwuwuwuwu, I didn’t steal the manhole cover.” Sheng Nancheng hugged his head and cried miserably: “Wuwuwuwu brother, laugh if you want to, I’m used to it, wuwuwuwu.”

He Feng, who was still trying hard to hold it in, couldn't help it anymore: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! I'm sorry! Hahahahahahaha I can't hold it in at all hahahahahaha! I will lose at least ten years of merit for this laugh, but, hahahahaha!"

After hearing these words, Sheng Nancheng paused crying, hugged himself tightly, and began to moo.

He Feng, who had recovered a little, couldn't help laughing when he heard this. He fell into Shen Zishu's arms and asked Shen Zishu to hold him while he laughed so hard that he fell all over the place.

Hahahahahaha! What a unlucky bastard!