Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

The little yellow flower was swaying on the barren land, looking so powerless that it could only rely on the blood dripping from the young man's hands to maintain its vitality.

He Feng pushed away Wang Wang's hand that was grabbing the corner of his clothes and walked a few steps to the young man. Under the young man's surprised gaze, he bent down, pulled out the flower and pinned it on his ear.

"You insist on me saying this." He Feng pretended to be embarrassed, and hesitated several times. Finally, as if he had a struggle in his heart, he spoke: "I have this handsome appearance and superb wisdom. If you want me to continue, I can only add my extraordinary fighting ability."

The young man was obviously shocked by He Feng's words. He looked at He Feng in confusion, then moved slightly to look at Wang Wang behind He Feng, his face full of question marks.

He Feng said dissatisfiedly: "I have told you my name and what I have, but you haven't told me anything yet."

The young man was silent for a while. He blinked and looked at He Feng in front of him, who looked like he wouldn't leave unless he told me. He suddenly felt helpless.

He sighed: "My name is Liming."

"Oh~" He Feng nodded in understanding: "That perfect sacrifice."

Wang Wang, who was a few steps away from them, had already entered combat mode when the young man displayed his abilities. Now, when he heard that the young man was Liming, he became even more alert, just waiting for He Feng's order. He would definitely be the first to rush up and pin Liming under the millstone!

That’s right, his brother doesn’t seem to play by the rules.

Wang Wang was worried when he saw Li Ming, whose expression was obviously a little strange. He had already started thinking about how to run away without telling He Feng.

It was a pity that He Feng's cards never had a specific pattern. He bent down and looked at Liming carefully again: "You have lived for a long time, right? Forty years, right?"

Liming pursed his lips and said nothing, his fingertips tightly grasping the pitch-black object in his arms.

The sound of fighting was heard in the distance. He Feng stood up again, put his hands in his pockets, raised his chin slightly, and looked very confident.

"Hey, do you believe that I can be the one who breaks this deadlock?" He Feng asked with a smile. He pursed his lips and pointed at the thing in Liming's hand: "If I really become this person, can you play the xiao for me again?"

After saying that, without caring about Li Ming's reaction, he turned around and took Wang Wang to Wang Qianyuan's house.

Liming looked at the figure going farther and farther away, subconsciously jumped off the millstone and chased after it for two steps but was trapped in the same place. He could only stare at the swaying figure in the moonlight in a daze.

The one who breaks the deadlock?

Liming looked down at the ceramic xiao in his hand that had been touched until it shined, and slowly raised it, placed it against his lips and slowly exhaled, moving his fingertips slightly. The melodious and ethereal sound of the xiao spread, but was confined to Liming's side.

Then he can truly be considered a person favored by God.

He Feng and Wang Wang were quite fast, so when they arrived, Qin Tian was still fighting with the evil spirit.

"Wow, this one is fierce." He Feng's eyes lit up, and he looked around, finally locking onto the sickle that Wang Qianyuan had left outside the house during dinner. He took a few quick steps to pick it up, held it in his hand, and said with a smile: "Come on, make way."

Hearing this, Qin Tian reacted for a moment before stepping back. The next second, he saw He Feng rushing up like a gust of wind, and with a vertical chop, he directly cut off the ghost's arm.

"Wow." He Feng, who had not expected a sickle to be so powerful, touched the blade of the sickle in surprise: "Why did the owner sharpen the blade so sharply? It's so handy. How annoying."

The evil ghost cried out in pain, covering his broken arm and took a few steps back, looking at He Feng with hatred in his eyes.

But the hatred hidden in his eyes was not something that could be seen the first time they met.

He Feng looked at him with a puzzled look and scratched his head: "Why are you looking at me like that? Did I dig up your ancestral grave?"

The evil ghost let out a series of low growls from his throat when he heard the sound. He lowered his body, then exerted force on his feet and jumped up and pounced on He Feng.

"careful!"

He Feng who was attacked just smiled and turned slightly to the side. The evil ghost missed and fell heavily to the ground, groaning in pain.

"Ah——" He Feng dragged out his tone as much as possible. He stepped forward and grabbed the evil ghost's hair and pulled the evil ghost's head off the ground. He leaned close to the evil ghost's ear and chuckled: "Did I really dig it?"

Wang Dazhi's throat kept rolling as he tried to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the sickle was pressed against his neck.

"I hope you're a good boy."

He Feng's voice was full of laughter, but it made Wang Wang and the other two shudder subconsciously. The corners of his lips were raised high, as if he was in a very happy mood.

"So the good kid will tell me the truth about Dawn Village, right?"

The sickle on his neck was very sharp. Wang Dazhi could already feel the blade piercing his skin, and his lips trembled.

The village chief's teachings were no match for his desire to survive. Just as he was about to speak, He Feng moved his wrist, and his perspective immediately changed.

The body, which had lost its last bit of vitality, fell in front of him. Wang Dazhi opened his eyes wide and slowly lost the last bit of breath he had left.

In the silence, someone gasped first, and the stagnant environment finally began to flow.

He Feng's nostrils flared and he frowned.

Nothing else, it stinks.

After Wang Dazhi completely lost his vital signs, his body quickly oxidized and decayed, and in just five minutes half of his skull was exposed.

What was even more surprising was that no matter whether He Feng cut off Wang Dazhi's arm or head, not a single drop of blood flowed out.

It was as if there was no blood left in Wang Dazhuang's body.

"This is not Blue Star, and it's certainly not China." He Feng stood up straight, stroking the blade with his fingertips and spoke slowly: "If I don't strike first, I probably won't be able to survive here."

After that, He Feng chuckled again: "Of course, if you are like me, and you have an absolute guarantee that doing it yourself will not affect anything, then go ahead and do it."

Wang Wang, Qin Tian and Gu Yuanze looked at each other and no one spoke.

After that, the four of them waited for a while, about ten minutes, and only the skeleton and clothes were left of Wang Dazhi's body.

The yellow-white bones looked somewhat creepy under the moonlight. He Feng squatted down with great interest and picked up Wang Dazhi's skull.

He flicked Wang Dazhi's strong chin with his fingertips: "I'll take this thing as a trophy, okay?"

Wang Wang and the other two naturally had no objection, but they were a little curious about the truth that Wang Dazhi had not said.

"Don't be anxious. It's only the second day. Isn't it more interesting to wait until the end to reveal all the interesting things?"

He Feng tucked the skull under his armpit and turned to leave: "Let's go, dog, go home and have a good sleep."

At the same time, He Feng’s live broadcast room was flooded with a sentence.

[My brother is so awesome that he doesn’t care whether I live or die.]

The barrage of comments scrolled wildly, and for a moment there was nothing else on the screen except this sentence.

So He Feng, who had just closed his eyes, heard the achievement system pop up and gave three reports very quickly.

[Ding, congratulations to the host He Feng for achieving the achievement of "The essence of human beings is a repeater". The system will immediately issue 1 reward point.]

[Ding, congratulations to the host He Feng for achieving the achievement of "Fastest encounter with BOSS in this instance". The system will immediately issue 5 bonus points.]

[Ding, congratulations to the host He Feng for achieving the "Executioner" achievement. The system will immediately issue 1 achievement point.]

"Ding, the host He Feng's points have reached: 112."

He Feng, who gained 7 points, was very satisfied and performed the three-second sleep trick again.

Wang Wang, who had not yet climbed onto the bed, shed tears of envy.

7:30 am on the third day.

It was still the same time, but this time the village chief's face was as red as the bottom of a pot. He didn't even pretend. Even the village chief's wife ignored He Feng.

He Feng, who had a good sleep, leaned against the door frame and was not surprised to see that the skull he had hung at the door of the village chief's house last night was gone.

As for the fact that he has been ignored, it doesn’t matter, he is a social leader.

So He Feng cleared his throat and shouted, "Brother!"

After he finished speaking, he didn't care about the village chief's reaction. He quickly stepped forward and put his arms around the village chief's shoulders. He used all his strength, and no matter how hard the village chief struggled, he couldn't get out.

"Have you seen my trophy?" He Feng asked with a smile, "I wanted to show off to my brother so much, but I was afraid that I would miss him if I woke up too late, so when I came back last night, I hung it directly on the door of my brother's room so that he could see my trophy as soon as he opened his eyes. So, brother, where is my treasure?"

The corners of the village chief's mouth twitched, and he cursed in his heart. Damn it, he just woke up and was about to go out to pee, but when he opened the door he saw Wang Dazhi's skull and was so scared that he almost peed his pants. This idiot actually came to ask him where his things went?

He said with a sullen face: "I'll throw away this unlucky thing."

"Oh, brother!" He Feng exclaimed in a very artificial way: "That's a dead person's skull, brother isn't afraid? Brother, you are really brave! I admire you so much."

The village chief almost couldn't hold it in again, and he swallowed the words back into his stomach.

He is brave? The guy who beat Da Zhuang so hard that he ran away in fear on the first night and cut off Da Zhi's head on the second day said he is brave? Do you admire him?

Oh my god, this is such a **** thing, it's like a dog's mouth can't spit out ivory!

Seeing the village chief's face getting worse and worse, He Feng felt happier and happier. He patted the village chief's shoulder and let go. He stood there and watched the village chief's hurried departure and said loudly, "I admire you for helping the tyrant. I can never learn your quality of being humble and trying to survive. I can only wait for you. When the rabbit dies, the dog is cooked, and when the bird is dead, the bow is put away."

The village chief paused as he walked away, without staying for too long.

It was as if he was going further and further down that road.

He Feng was so disgusted that he was in a very good mood. He approached the village chief's wife with a licking face, calling her sister here and sister-in-law there, and finally got the breakfast prepared for him.

So when Wang Wang came back, He Feng was still holding the big bowl and squatting at the door, slurping the noodle soup.

Wang Wang ran over, bent down and was about to whisper to He Feng, but his brother dodged him.

"Whatever you want to do." He Feng leaned back, holding the bowl with his hands steady: "Don't be obsessed with me, I'm just a legend."

Wang Wang: …:)

Wang Wang: "Sun Shang was not in the room last night. She thought Zhou Ningning was asleep and ran out. She probably came back in the early morning."

He Feng moved back, holding the chopsticks and squinting his eyes, he looked up and asked: "Do you know a word, that is, if you trigger something, you will be killed, what is that thing called?"

Wang Wang replied: "Death conditions?"

"Right, right, right." He Feng nodded vigorously: "The death conditions in this village are very simple. The village chief said one, outsiders are not allowed to stay in the village, and the second one."

He smiled gently, held the bowl, tilted his head back and drank up all the soup at the bottom of the bowl.

"On the first night, you didn't eat. Even though you were warmly entertained, you refused to eat. So the evil ghost came to you. I don't know whether Little Glasses and Sunny Day ate, but I know that the girl who fired the gun definitely didn't eat."

He Feng put the bowl on the ground and smacked his lips, as if he was savoring the taste.

"I said yesterday that Little Glasses and Sunny were going to run into a ghost. It wasn't without basis, it was just a guess, and last night it proved that my guess was correct. As for this death condition, it's either 'not helping the ghost' or 'being too close to the ghost'. Since Zhou Ningning is fine, the second one is ruled out. It can only be because Little Glasses didn't help the gun girl yesterday."

"Outsiders are not allowed to stay overnight, do not eat the food in the village, and do not help ghosts. These three rules are all aimed at players. For a newcomer, this dungeon is simply a death sentence. If you want to put it in a more lofty way, then when the environment changes, humans will subconsciously activate the self-protection mechanism. They will want to take every step carefully and face every problem as if they are facing a great enemy. They may not choose to eat the food given by the NPC in the first dungeon, let alone help ghosts. In this way, the death condition is triggered. It is worthy of being a five-star novice slaughterhouse."

After saying this, He Feng turned around and looked at the village head's wife who was holding a kitchen knife behind him: "So the three points I said are all correct, right, sister?"

Wang Xinyuan didn't say anything. Her hand holding the kitchen knife was shaking slightly. Looking at the young man in front of her with a bright smile, Wang Xinyuan felt a sense of powerlessness in her heart.

As the kitchen knife fell to the ground, Wang Xinyuan covered his face and leaned against the wall, crying.

He Feng stopped Wang Wang who was about to rush forward to grab the kitchen knife, signaled him not to move, and then sat quietly there until the village head's wife stopped crying.

Wang Xinyuan raised her red eyes from crying and looked at He Feng with a glimmer of hope in her eyes: "Baby, you can do it, right?"

He Feng calmly met Wang Xinyuan's gaze. After a while, Wang Xinyuan was finally defeated. She bent down somewhat embarrassedly and picked up the kitchen knife on the ground.

"You'an." Wang Xinyuan said softly, "Wang You'an, this name will be helpful to you."

He Feng smiled and nodded: "How about we have hotpot for lunch? My sister's hotpot has been making me miss it for two days. I've been thinking about that one bite. This time, let's stick the pancake on for a little longer. It should be burnt to make it taste better."