Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Jin Miao shivered subconsciously, and then he began to worry about what would happen if He Feng thought he was planning to harm He Feng, so he had to straighten his chest.

Unfortunately, He Feng didn't look at him, but looked at Song Yue's body.

Jin Miao looked over curiously and saw that the corpse was swelling up, looking like a balloon that could burst at any time.

"Everyone get behind me." He Feng spoke calmly. He and Shen Zishu looked at each other, and the other party instantly understood what he wanted to do.

The players did not dare to hesitate, and everyone quickly ran behind He Feng. Shen Zishu also used his talent "Air Shield" to create an entire wall of air in front of him, isolating the corpse from the players.

As the corpse became more and more swollen, every inch of Song Yue's skin was stretched, and finally reached a critical point, it exploded with a pop, and the broken flesh and blood dyed half of the carriage bloody.

"Is this what it means to disgust people even after death?" He Feng clicked his tongue a few times, looking at the corrosive white smoke coming out of the carriages that were in contact with flesh and blood. He suddenly remembered his contact with Shen Zishu in the previous copy, and couldn't help wanting to tease him. So He Feng held Shen Zishu's hand, but quickly pulled it away when the other party returned his grip, holding his own palm, frowned, and took a breath of cold air: "Hiss——"

Seeing him like this, Shen Zishu was a little anxious, but he didn't dare to go forward rashly. He could only stand there and asked nervously: "What's wrong? Did I hurt you again?"

"Ouch, ouch." He Feng cried out in pain a few times. As Shen Zishu became more and more anxious, he showed a triumphant smile and showed him his intact palm: "It doesn't hurt at all."

Seeing that he was fine, Shen Zishu breathed a sigh of relief and fell into a rare silence. He wanted to make an angry expression but when he saw He Feng's smile, his expression became gentle unconsciously. In the end, he could only hold He Feng's wrist and pull him in front of him, hugging him tightly in his arms.

In the silence, He Feng buried his head in Shen Zishu's arms, hugged Shen Zishu's waist and laughed, like a little fox who was complacent about doing something bad.

Shen Zishu sighed, the corners of his lips curled up, indulging the little fox's evil thoughts.

Forget it, as long as the little rascal is happy.

"Oh, I'm so happy." He Feng squinted his eyes and nudged Shen Zishu: "Are you so afraid of hurting me?"

Shen Zishu rubbed He Feng's head: "I'm more scared than if I got hurt myself."

"Don't, I'm afraid you'll get hurt." He Feng put his arms around Shen Zishu's neck and said, "Don't get hurt. It will hurt my heart if you hurt me."

Shen Zishu chuckled and was about to respond when he was interrupted by a discordant voice.

"You're only interested in flirting at this age." Ma Changfeng grumbled in dissatisfaction: "Two grown men don't think it's disgusting."

He Feng took a deep breath, kissed Shen Zishu on the cheek, let go of his hand, turned around, pulled Ma Changfeng out, and prepared to throw him into the bloody carriage on the other side.

"What do you mean when?" He Feng said with a fake smile, gritting his teeth, "You haven't seen the situation clearly yet, right? You're talking as if you can withstand Song Ri's explosion without my boyfriend."

"You killed that person! You killed that person!" Ma Changfeng screamed, and he began to struggle: "Let me go! You murderer! Let me go!"

"Ding, a player is detected using mind control on the host, do you want to block it?"

He Feng frowned, turned his head and found that the players looked normal.

Feng Anan and the other two glared at Ma Changfeng, very dissatisfied.

Sheng Nancheng sat on the ground with his hands covering his chest, his mouth wide open with a look of surprise.

Some of the remaining people were afraid, while others were just watching for fun. Looking at it this way, it was really hard to tell who had a problem.

He Feng sneered: "No, let me try this mind control."

"oh."

A sense of inexplicable boredom suddenly welled up from the bottom of my heart.

It was like the feeling of having tried for a long time but unable to fall asleep. The most torturous irritability quickly swept over He Feng's body, and he even felt annoyed at Ma Changfeng, who was in his hand.

"I killed him?" He Feng sneered. He stood up straight, holding Ma Changfeng's hand with veins popping out: "Murderer?"

He Feng was like a cat that had caught a mouse, and he became playful. He loosened his grip slightly, and the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger as he watched Ma Changfeng screaming as he fell backwards.

The long-lost feeling made He Feng feel familiar. He appreciated Ma Changfeng's desperate expression comfortably. He suddenly let go of his hand, and when Ma Changfeng was about to fall, he put his center of gravity on his right leg, raised his leg and did a roundhouse kick, kicking him back into the pile of players.

“Hahahahaha——” Exclamations came one after another in his ears. He Feng squinted his eyes and leaned back on Shen Zishu. He raised his right hand and clenched his fist to cover his lips. He tilted his head and looked at the surprised and frightened players, saying lazily: “You dare to use your skills on me? Are you really not afraid that I will kill you, little naughty boy?”

"What's wrong? Did the horror game system promise you something?" He Feng asked with a smile. He raised his hand and stroked Shen Zishu's cheek: "Did he tell you that I'm a lunatic? Do you know that my mental value is -100?"

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

He Feng said indifferently: "Skip it."

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

"I say." He Feng drew out the Dawn and split the long sword in two: "Jump, over, "

"The train has arrived at the "Abandoned World" station. The player voted out this time: None."

The car door opened and closed quickly again, the headlights dimmed, and something swam out of the sea and pounced towards He Feng.

After that, the players didn’t know what happened, they only heard He Feng’s laughter.

The sound was wanton and ostentatious, accompanied by the muffled sound of the blade cutting into flesh and blood, which made people shudder.

The car lights came on again and the players looked at He Feng, only to see him dragging a shark monster's tail towards the beach. The shark monster was covered in blood and was struggling and wailing as it thrashed into the sea.

On the beach was the body of another shark monster, chopped into pieces and no longer breathing.

"What are you afraid of?" He Feng smiled as he pulled the shark monster ashore, then took out his axe and chopped it down: "You need to live longer, oh! Otherwise, it will become boring!"

As the axe fell again and again, the shark monster went into convulsions and finally stopped moving.

Of course it couldn't move even if it wanted to. After all, it was chopped into several pieces and couldn't even survive, let alone move.

"You lasted five seconds. You're a great kid!" When the shark monster was completely dead, He Feng bent over and shouted at the shark monster's head: "I heard that hearing disappears the last after death! You're a very good kid!"

He Feng smiled and let Shen Zishu hug him lovingly and wipe his face carefully.

After the blood on his face was wiped clean, He Feng hummed and buried himself in Shen Zishu's arms, rubbing against him coquettishly: "I slept so well in the dungeon that I forgot my original state. This long-lost feeling makes me feel happy. Am I great?"

Shen Zishu rubbed He Feng's head, feeling a little sad: "Great, Guaiguai is the best."

Sheng Nancheng on the side shuddered.

Frog fun, how could his brother be so crazy? !

Frog fun, it’s killing me.

"The final stop of this train is Hope Station. The train is Line 4, Death-Hope. The next stop is Materialization. Please stand firmly 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~"

Another train door opened. He Feng turned his head and looked over. When he saw the decoration inside clearly, He Feng burst into laughter.

OK, OK, it really is the hospital garden, right?

"I'll show you the small garden of the hospital where I used to live." He Feng took Shen Zishu's hand and led him into the carriage first: "I wonder if there are still flowers in there."

In fact, yes.

"These were planted by the old man who is the dean of Jingwei Academy." He Feng picked a flower and handed it to Shen Zishu. "Every time there are fewer flowers, the old man comes to me and cries. I say I didn't pick them, and he gets fine and walks away. I know he just wants to cheat me, but he doesn't know that I picked those flowers."

Shen Zishu took the flowers, looked at the very relaxed He Feng and asked, "Do you like the hospital?"

"Maybe I like it. After all, I've been suffering from insomnia for too long and have forgotten a lot of things." He Feng picked a few more flowers, cleaned the thorns and stuffed them into Shen Zishu's arms: "So all I can remember is the five years in the hospital. It was pretty easy and I was very happy."

"That's good." Shen Zishu nodded and smiled at He Feng: "It's best if you like it."

"Then you are the best too." He Feng said with a smile. He leaned over and kissed Shen Zishu through the flowers: "Because I like you the most."

Without waiting for Shen Zishu to reply, He Feng poked his head out and looked at the players who were now a little reserved at the door: "Hey, who's that, going crazy right now, and saying I'm disgusting?"

Ma Changfeng curled his lips and hid behind the crowd.

He wanted to, but he didn't dare.

"Noob." He Feng sneered, looking at Sheng Nancheng who was sitting on the ground, covering his mouth and crying madly, he was speechless: "No, why are you crying again? Don't cry until you run out of water."

Sheng Nancheng, who had been trying hard to keep quiet, quickly let go when he heard his brother asking him, and his mooing was mixed with a few barks, which made He Feng laugh.

“Moo woo woo woo woo.” Sheng Nancheng wiped away his tears and said, “Brother, don’t be too handsome. You don’t need to pay me if you kill me with your handsomeness. I tell you, moo woo woo moo.”

He Feng laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. He bought a bottle of water from the mall and handed it to Sheng Nancheng. He almost fainted from laughing: "No, hahahahahahahahaha, you are really a dog hahahahahaha."

Sheng Nancheng, who had just taken a sip of water, said: “Moooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo——”

[I’m fucking laughing my ass off hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, brother, please drag him into the family-annihilation organization haha ​​...

[Sooner or later I will die of laughter in He Ge’s live broadcast room hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! ]

"That's enough, stop it." He Feng covered his stomach which was a little sore from laughing all the time, "Don't be so funny, kid."

"I don't want to either." Sheng Nancheng, who was feeling better, sobbed, "But my physical condition is like this. There's really nothing I can do. I cry when I get excited. I cry when I get excited. Sooner or later, I'll cry myself to death."

"Puh, puh, puh." He Feng sighed and slapped Sheng Nancheng on the head: "Good boy, stop cursing yourself."

“Oh…” Sheng Nancheng covered his head and sighed: “Brother, I want to follow you.”

"Then just follow me." He Feng said indifferently: "Do you have money? Buy a hang glider. I will wait for you on Player Island No. 10."

"What if I'm a bad guy?" Sheng Nancheng suddenly asked, "Are you still willing to let me follow you?"

"What's wrong with a pathetic, unlucky little crybaby?" He Feng smiled and rubbed Sheng Nancheng's head: "Is it that he's crying and mooing to make me laugh to death?"

Sheng Nancheng looked up at He Feng and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

To be honest, he couldn't control his crying.

He didn't want He Feng to die of laughter at all.

Which normal person wants to moo? Does he have any solution? He will cry like this if he cries too much. He has no solution at all.

"Then I'll try not to cry like that next time." Sheng Nancheng clenched his fists: "Otherwise it will delay me from fighting monsters."

"It doesn't matter." He Feng waved his hand indifferently: "You can cry as much as you want, you are just accompanying me."

Sheng Nancheng: ...

Sheng Nan Cheng: Moo, woof, woof, woof.

After coaxing the upgrade to Cheng, He Feng turned his attention to the players.

There are two men and one woman who have not shown up yet. Among them are the two people that Wang Wang said were wrong, Duan Qiuran and Geng Bo.

The remaining one had a bitter face from the moment he entered the dungeon. He never took the initiative from beginning to end, and even the voting was only done after everyone had made a decision.

This made He Feng a little curious.

"Hey, you bitter-faced guy." He Feng pointed at Lu Ming and said, "Come out and introduce yourself."

Lu Ming pursed his lips, took a step forward and stood out: "Lu Ming."

He Feng waited for his next words but got nothing: "No, it's gone?"

Lu Ming hesitated for a moment and added, "Male, 24 years old."

He Feng was silent. He Feng felt that there was something wrong with this person.

"No, you said it as if everyone knows you are a man." He Feng didn't understand: "No other self-introduction?"

Lu Ming hesitated again: "The innate ability is 'eternal life'."

He Feng: ...

Putting aside what "eternal life" is, this person is really useless.

Seeing He Feng still not satisfied, Lu Ming hesitated again and chose to say a less important number: "Luck value 99."

He Feng, whose luck value is 0: ...

The difficulty of upgrading with a luck value of 5 is:

Hey! Lucky thief, come and take your life!!!