Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Colosseum.

That's a really good name.

Ding Yan squatted down with red eyes, hugged Sang Gui, who was kneeling on the ground and crying, into her arms, and sobbed to comfort her.

The players all had serious expressions, only He Feng had a slight smile on his lips.

"This sounds like a good opportunity for me to go in and take a look around." He Feng sneered and said nonchalantly, "Then we'll see whether my sword is stronger or the monsters are more lucky."

Ma Changfeng muttered something and stood in the corner without moving.

Shen Zishu, the only one who heard him mutter something, glanced over indifferently.

Feeling the invisible pressure looming over him, Ma Changfeng shuddered subconsciously, his lips opened and closed, he stammered a few times, and lowered his head.

"What's wrong?" He Feng turned his head and looked at Shen Zishu who was in a bad mood: "Why are you suddenly angry?"

"I just saw a moron who can only process superficial information and thinks he is right." Shen Zishu smiled at He Feng: "It's not a big problem."

"Your expression doesn't say that." He Feng smiled softly: "So, what did he say?"

Without waiting for Shen Zishu to answer, Ma Changfeng began to tremble and even thought about running away. However, as soon as he took a step, He Feng grabbed the back of his collar and pulled him back.

"I wasn't curious at first." He Feng leaned close to Ma Changfeng's ear and said with a smile: "But the more you say this, the more curious I am. Tell me?"

Ma Changfeng can be said to be an out-and-out keyboard warrior.

In the real world, he has made many vicious remarks online, and he likes to exaggerate and is very good at provoking fights.

He has always been a talkative person, so after He Feng said that, he couldn't help but say, "Are you going to go in and kill the players so happily? And you're talking so nicely, don't get torn into pieces by the monsters."

But what he didn't understand was that he spoke so quietly, yet Shen Zishu still heard it.

"You just like to talk nonsense, don't you?" He Feng bought a stapler from the mall, put the staples in it, and pointed it at Ma Changfeng's mouth: "I can cure it. Come, let me plug it for you."

"Help! Someone is killing me!" Ma Changfeng struggled violently: "It's wrong for you to do this! It's wrong!!"

"Oh? Really?" He Feng began to call Feng An'an: "An'an! Come and see the number on this person's head."

"673." Feng An'an's expression was serious: "The color is very light, it should not be a direct kill but an indirect death."

"You said I killed someone? But you're not dead yet." He Feng grabbed Ma Changfeng's chin and pressed the stapler against his mouth: "But what about you? How many people have you killed?"

The screams were endless, and no one dared to plead for Ma Changfeng, and no one would intercede for him.

After Ma Changfeng's mouth was stapled shut and even his fingers were covered with staples, He Feng threw away the stapler, bought a bottle of healing potion from the mall and threw it next to Ma Changfeng.

"Don't say I'm abusing you. I'm just letting you experience the punishment you'll receive after death in advance." He Feng raised his hand and pointed at the healing potion: "And look, I've even bought the medicine for you. What are you still not satisfied with?"

Ma Changfeng was lying on the ground groaning in pain, his face covered in blood. He wanted to curse but couldn't open his mouth. He could only fall to the ground, rolling over and over, enduring the pain.

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

"Come and send our Chu Wangba out." He Feng chuckled and said, "It turns out that the Wangba can't survive the Exploding Turtle System."

[I am so happy!!! Brother, you are so awesome, I love you so much! But, I have never heard of such a copy, it sounds a bit scary.]

[I can’t even imagine how quickly I’d die if I got in there. I couldn’t defeat the monsters to begin with, and I wouldn’t have to deal with the players either…]

[Wow, dog system you are really too dog, I want to join the anti-dog system alliance! ]

[Brother He, I’m scared.]

"The train has arrived at the "Death" Station. The player voted out this time is: Chu Tianba."

The train door opened and Chu Tianba's body floated out. It was frozen stiff the moment the train started, and was finally hit hard by something and shattered to the ground.

He Feng did not respond.

In fact, he was very angry, but his anger could not be clearly felt by others. After all, he looked like he didn't care at all.

But what he said was also what he thought in his heart.

"Don't be afraid." He Feng soothed him gently, "I'm here. I'll destroy every copy of this kind I see."

"It would be great if I could meet you while I was still alive." Ding Yan smiled bitterly: "Will I be able to survive then?"

"I can't guarantee it." He Feng looked around at the remaining players in the carriage: "After all, I'm here, and so many people still died."

The topic suddenly became heavy, and the atmosphere became depressed.

Sheng Nancheng pouted and covered his chest with his hands. It was fine at first, but now he really couldn't hold it back and started sobbing again.

"I don't want to die." Sheng Nancheng wiped away tears: "I really don't want to die. I'm only 23 years old. I don't want to die yet."

"No one here wants you to die." He Feng frowned, a little confused: "If you cry again, you will be annoying."

"I just feel that it's really hard for me." Sheng Nancheng simply lay on the ground, letting the tears slide from the corners of his eyes and sink into his temples: "I want to live, brother, I just want to live."

He Feng: ...

No, why isn't this guy hard?

"I thought you were alive." He Feng stood in front of Sheng Nancheng and kicked Sheng Nancheng's calf: "If that doesn't work, I'll let you die?"

Sheng Nancheng paused in his crying. He raised his head with great effort to look at He Feng. He found that his brother didn't seem to be joking. He cried even louder in an instant: "Wuwu ...

"You want to die? I'll grant your wish. You cried even louder." He Feng squatted down and poked Sheng Nancheng: "What do you want to do?"

"The final stop of this train is Hope Station. The train is Line 4, Death-Hope. The next stop is Life-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~"

In the subway broadcast, Sheng Nancheng looked at the lanterns hanging on the ceiling and said softly.

"I want to live. I just want to live."