Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

The system's prompt resounded in the air. The sharp sound, different from the usual one, made He Feng frown.

It seemed like he was frustrated, but there was also some excitement in it.

He Feng understood and said, "Ah, the dog system thinks we can't complete mission one."

Gu Yuanze nodded in agreement. He looked at the corpses at his feet, and the shock he had felt before was slowly washed away.

Zhou Ningning and Qin Tiangan, who had recovered, returned to their old job. The two of them divided the work and roughly examined the cause of death of each body.

"The corpse was hit by a heavy object... In simple terms, it was broken by a hammer." Qin Tian fiddled with a bone casually, and considerately replaced the professional term with a simple and easy-to-understand statement: "Probably killed by a blow from behind, and then hit by something."

He Feng raised his hand and pointed to his left: "Throw it to that pile."

Zhou Ningning held a skull and examined it carefully: "There are no visible scars. The carnation color of the teeth has changed to rose-colored teeth. This is mechanical asphyxiation, which means that the person was most likely buried alive."

He Feng pointed to his right: "Throw this pile away. Speak more simply next time. I don't understand."

"About 231 bodies." Wang Wang checked the number with Gu Yuanze, and then reported to He Feng: "The president and I dug out what we could. The others were buried deep, so we didn't touch them."

He Feng squatted on the ground, holding a dogtail grass in his mouth, watching Qin Tian and Zhou Ningning working enthusiastically, and responded casually: "There is no need to continue digging. Eighty to ninety percent of the bottom are probably those children who were buried alive."

"The remaining 10 to 20 percent is uncertain." Gu Yuanze paused: "It is very likely that it is the villagers who resisted?"

"Yeah." He Feng glanced at Gu Yuanze with appreciation: "Yes, a sacrifice to scare the monkeys."

According to the village chief's supplement after He Feng asked that question, He Feng and the other four learned that some villagers had resisted the tyranny of the witch, but unfortunately the strength gap was too great, and no matter who it was, they would have the same fate against the ghost king Liming created by the witch.

That is death.

Gu Yuanze said, "If we already know everything and have determined the final boss we will fight, will the witch initiate the massacre in advance tonight?"

He Feng sneered: "I don't think a person who feels that the initiative is in his hands will have no confidence in himself. So, something will definitely come to die tonight, but it is definitely not the witch. I guess she will not come out until the last minute."

Gu Yuanze didn't say anything. He looked at the corpses piling up on his left, and his heart felt heavier and heavier.

Yes, a 0.03% clearance rate is a statistic obtained at the cost of many lives.

"Don't think too much." He Feng seemed to have noticed his change and spoke softly, full of confidence: "I said that the disgusting name of the Novice Slaughterhouse will be destroyed in our hands. Except for that girl, you, all of you, I will take you out."

Gu Yuanze stared at the serious and confident young man and suddenly chuckled: "I suddenly feel that what Wang Wang said makes sense. Sometimes you really look like a warrior who has experienced many battles."

"That's impossible." He Feng also laughed: "I'm just an insomniac. I want to destroy the world because I can't sleep."

"How can you destroy the world?" Gu Yuanze continued, "You obviously want to save the world."

He Feng pursed his lips and smiled without saying anything.

The autopsy work continued until sunset. When smoke from the village rose in the distance, He Feng patted his butt and got up from the ground.

The five of them hastily buried the two piles of bones separately, and then strolled back to the village together.

Wang Wang was also curious about why his brother would do such a thing, but He Feng just replied that the players who were drawn into the game would definitely not want to be buried with the natives in the dungeon.

With just these words, the three people were sent away. Only Gu Yuanze remained silent as he looked at the burial ground of the bones of the villagers and children.

If his guess is correct, if his guess really happens, then He Feng can only say that it is terrifying to think about it carefully.

When He Feng and his companions wandered back to the village chief's house, the village chief's wife waved at them with a smile and invited them to come for dinner.

The dinner was simple, rice porridge with pickles, stir-fried vegetables from home, eaten with soybean paste and onions, and each person had a steamed bun, which they ate with great relish.

The sun set so quickly that even the afterglow soon disappeared without a trace.

The dark clouds covered the moon, and the already dark village lost the last bit of light, making it pitch dark.

The village chief and his wife were finally persuaded by He Feng to leave. Before leaving, they rummaged through the boxes and cabinets and found a bunch of farm tools to give to He Feng and his wife.

At 8:30 in the evening, He Feng was the first to lie down on the bed after arranging the night shift. However, his breathing became steady in just five minutes, which made Wang Wang and the other three envious.

As time passed, Wang Wang and Zhou Ningning, who had taken a nap at half past ten, took over Gu Yuanze and Qin Tian's shift and began to keep watch diligently.

He Feng was finally awakened by Wang Wang. He rubbed his body to get up, picked up the sickle beside him, turned around and threw it out, accurately hitting a villager who broke in.

He jumped up from the bed, got out of bed with a strong resentment and stepped on the villager who was still twisting.

"Didn't your mother teach you that it's rude to disturb other people's sleep?"

The sound of gnashing teeth was heard, and with the faint light from Zhou Ningning's cell phone, Wang Wang saw his brother pull out the sickle that was stuck in the villager's body, and then with a sharp move, the man's head was chopped off.

In the dark room, the light screen of the live broadcast room was particularly eye-catching. The bright light made He Feng squint. He looked at the time. It was 24:03. Okay, okay, so this is how we play it, right? As soon as that broken prop becomes ineffective, we start a war, right? Dog game, dog system, a group of dogs.

"Give Way."

He Feng shouted at the person blocking the door, and when the door was opened, he raised his foot and kicked with all his strength, and his head smashed through the window and flew out.

Qin Tian, ​​who had obediently stepped aside, paused, not knowing for a moment what the point of stepping aside was.

"Excuse me." He Feng was about to go out with his sickle in hand: "I just woke up, so my mind is not clear, but getting out of the way is convenient for me to go out and kill a big *** with one blow."

Wang Wang on the side quickly pulled He Feng back: "Brother, we are surrounded, surrounded by villagers."

"Let go, don't worry about it." He Feng's tone was gradually getting impatient. He glanced at the hand on his arm. The next second, Wang Wang consciously pulled his hand back. He Feng strode away with great satisfaction. "It's just a bunch of idiots outside. Don't they know that disturbing people's sleep is a very bad thing? Have they really not been taught by their mothers what is politeness? I am really convinced. Die now."

Seeing that his elder brother had gone out, Wang Wang decided to go all out. He picked up the bow he had made during the night watch and followed He Feng out to fight against the villagers who had surrounded them.

The remaining three people, Gu Yuanze, smiled at each other, picked up the farm tools they used and joined the battle.

The moon, which was originally completely covered by clouds, appeared a little, making the night seem dim. The village chief's house was surrounded by villagers. They had ferocious looks and held various tools in their hands. When they saw He Feng coming out, greedy and happy lights flashed in their eyes.

"Your looks really disgust me." He Feng sneered, and the sickle in his right hand was switched to his left hand. While the people behind him were puzzled, a dagger appeared out of thin air in He Feng's right hand. He waved it a few times casually, and after making sure it felt good, he looked at the villagers with contempt in his eyes: "The game begins."

The clouds were surging, and Dawn was locked in a small woodshed with an iron chain piercing her scapula. The curse called eternity was eroding Dawn's sanity step by step. The sound of the copper bell was getting closer, and Dawn closed her eyes.

Those who are favored by God, please help me break their eternal nightmare, kill me, and break the cage that traps me.

There are 69 villagers in Liming Village. Except for Wang Dazhi who was beheaded by He Feng, and the village chief and his wife who are hiding, the remaining 66 people are all chasing and killing the players.

In fact, they had a good idea. 66 against 5, they would win no matter how you looked at it. Unfortunately, they underestimated He Feng's fighting ability.

The young man rushed into the crowd with a sickle in one hand and a dagger in the other, and every time the knife fell, there was blood.

After He Feng cut off another arm with his sickle, the villagers' fear slowly emerged.

Some blood was splashed on his face at some point, and his skin looked even whiter against the red background. He was panting lightly, and the blood in front of him made his chest heave violently. Realizing that there were not many villagers around to cut vegetables, He Feng tilted his head in confusion.

Faced with such a He Feng, Wang Wang and the other three had only one evaluation in their minds.

They were afraid that they had encountered a really crazy person.

"Are you scared?" He Feng asked. He raised his hand and wiped the blood stains on his face with his sleeve, making the red stain look very intimidating. "It turns out that murderers can also be scared."

After he finished speaking, He Feng took the initiative to step closer to the villagers, and the villagers all took a step back. Seeing He Feng approaching step by step, the villagers who had been working together instantly scattered and fled.

"Woof woof, draw your bow and arrow, the novice slaughterhouse has begun."

Nine times out of ten, a bow made of simple workmanship and random materials would hit the fleeing villagers when the string was pulled.

Wang Wang stood on the roof, and using the moonlight, directed Zhou Ningning to tie up the person he had shot, pull out the arrow and hand it back to him.

Gu Yuanze and Qin Tian acted separately, knocked down the villagers who had long been defeated, and dragged them back to the yard of the village chief's house, where they were tied up by Zhou Ningning.

Some villagers saw that Zhou Ningning was just a little girl and wanted to resist, but they were all thrown down with an over-the-shoulder throw, and their arms were dislocated, so they could only lie on the ground and howl.

The novice slaughterhouse became a novice slaughterhouse, and those villagers changed from butchers to the objects of slaughter, causing a moment of silence in the live broadcast room.

[I suddenly realized how naive I was when I hoped that something bad would happen to the new guy just for the sake of the Terror Coins.]

[This is the real novice slaughterhouse.]

In fact, when He Feng and his team dug up so many corpses in the live broadcast room, many people had already reflected on this.

The reason why He Feng's live broadcast room is so popular is first the odds of 1: Terror Coin after his death, and then the Dawn Village copy, which is known as the Novice Slaughterhouse, and its 0.03% clearance rate.

[After entering the dungeon many times, I seemed to only think about how to live selfishly and how to survive. Even in a team dungeon, I would only think about how to protect myself. But when I saw the anchor's live broadcast room, I realized that teamwork looks so easy and pleasant. Yesterday at noon, the four of them slept together. I watched them sleep for as long as they slept. That seemed to be the only unity I felt after entering the dungeon.]

[agree. ]

[I have watched the live broadcast of Dawn Village several times, and made a bet with my friends on how long a novice could survive. This time I bet on three days. I lost, but I was very happy to lose.]

[“The disgusting name of the Novice Slaughterhouse will be destroyed in our hands.” My brother did it!]

"There's nothing wrong with protecting yourself first." He Feng leaned against the door frame and said, "Not everyone can meet this group of like-minded lunatics like me, and not everyone can be as capable and handsome as me. Even fixed teammates may betray you, so there's nothing wrong with protecting yourself."

[What the anchor said is true. I entered the game with my boyfriend, and later he wanted to kill me for the only item.]

"Look." He Feng chuckled, "So in this crappy game, you must first protect yourself. As for other teamwork, if you are lucky enough to meet me in the future, you can give it a try. After all, as long as you are obedient and don't make trouble, I can take you to conquer the world and the game."

"There's nothing wrong with being a little selfish in the face of all the unknowns, but here's my suggestion." He Feng stretched lazily: "Just watch the live broadcast, talk less, shut up when the betting is open, bet on whatever you want, no one is stopping you, and stop wishing for others to die, be careful of the backlash, understand?"

He Feng paused at this point, his eyes looking straight at the live broadcast room, an invisible pressure made the bullet screen in the live broadcast room stagnate: "Be careful that the malice will devour you and finally turn you into a rotten empty shell. There is only one end for such people when I meet them, one knife at a time."

The sky was turning pale as a fish belly, and the last villager was dragged back by Qin Tian and Gu Yuanze.

The evil ghost hidden in Sun Shang's body was beaten to death by Zhou Ningning after being forced out. Now Sun Shang is just Sun Shang, lying quietly on the ground without any sign of life.

"It was Sun Shang who noticed that I was not feeling well." Zhou Ningning spoke, and the little girl's eyes quickly turned red. "She asked me what was wrong, and I said I had a stomachache from my period. She supported me from behind, and even lent me some brown sugar to make me some syrup at night. Later, she said she was going to the bathroom, and she never came back."

"Don't cry, don't cry, your tears are pearls." He Feng patted Zhou Ningning's shoulder, hesitated for a while before handing her the sickle he loved so much: "If you are really angry, just find one to cut for fun. They are just a bunch of immortal monsters. If they die, they die. It doesn't matter at all. Don't be unhappy, it will cause breast hyperplasia."