Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Fang Jin spent two hours convincing himself that as long as he had a good attitude, he would not be killed by He Feng. Only then did he convince himself to walk out of the monitoring room and to the door of Class 3-4. He adjusted his mentality outside the door for a while and finally entered the door when the bell rang.

But as soon as he stepped his left foot into the door, two flying knives flew towards him and directly cut off his arms.

This incident happened so fast that Fang Jin didn't react at all. He was dazed by the pain for a moment. He sat down on the ground, looking at the young man in front of him who was emitting red and black mist, his lips trembling, unable to utter a word.

No, when he was watching the surveillance video just now, it seemed that this classmate He had not been upgraded yet?

How come he becomes fully armed...

“Don’t, don’t treat me differently…” Fang Jin tried hard to force a smile, and finally cried as he saw He Feng approaching him: “I, I, I, I was wrong, I repent, please don’t, please really don’t, ah!!!”

Despite his strong reaction, He Feng just walked in front of him and didn't do anything.

From a distance, He Feng was surrounded by black and red mist. When he got closer, Fang Jin saw the shoulder armor, chest armor, wrist guards and leg guards on He Feng. The unified black and gold color scheme made it look like it would hurt a lot if they hit someone with it.

Blood-red mist permeated his whole body. Under Fang Jin's desperate gaze, He Feng narrowed his eyes. The expression on his face was obscured by the black metal mask. The bangs that originally hung on his forehead were combed back, further highlighting the pair of slightly squinted fox eyes.

The mist was hazy. He Feng raised his hand, and the two long swords that were thrown out trembled twice as if they were inspired, flew back to He Feng's palm and then merged into one.

"Chief Judge He Feng, you will be executed." The sharp tip of the knife pointed directly at Fang Jin, who was sobbing on the ground. He Feng chuckled. The sound was muffled by the metal mask, but it could not cover up Zhang Feng's flamboyance. "What are your last words?"

"Ah, I can't even survive this miserable life." Fang Jin choked up and said, "Hurry up and kill them. I'm tired."

He Feng raised his eyebrows, Poxiao raised the blade high and cut through the air, the sound of breaking through the air was very loud.

Fang Jin's heart stopped when he saw the Dawn that was only one centimeter away from striking him.

"You want to die so badly? Hehe, I won't let you."

The tip of the knife turned slightly, and Dawn was taken back into the young man's backpack. The mask attached to his face disappeared, revealing the young man's proud look.

Fang Jin felt that he would remember this face until his death, so bright, so deadly, and so captivating.

"You, squat in the corner." He Feng commanded: "Reflect on what you have done. Just because I don't kill you now doesn't mean I won't kill you in the future. Do you understand?"

Fang Jin nodded blankly. He stood up shakily and squatted down on a wall.

Mom, he seemed to have seen a fairy.

"How is it?" He Feng turned to look at Shen Zishu. He turned around proudly and explained to Shen Zishu: "Am I handsome?"

Shen Zishu's gaze towards He Feng was still gentle. He smiled and nodded affirmatively: "My savior is the most handsome."

He Feng was even more proud: "What do you think, little crybaby? Am I handsome?"

Sheng Nancheng sighed violently and suddenly fell down. He lay flat on the ground with his hands folded on his abdomen. Two lines of tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, flowing over his ears and into his hair.

"You don't need any compensation for killing me with your handsomeness, you know that." Sheng Nancheng's voice was trembling and his tone was choked with sobs: "I am really impressed, how can you kill people with your handsomeness so easily? You have no self-awareness at all."

[Crybaby, my mouth and thoughts are different. I also want to go crazy on He Ge in the same way.]

[He’s so handsome that I’m drooling all over the floor. Although Hege’s words are a bit childish, but, shashasha, I’m licking him like crazy!!! Brother? Don’t say brother? Today I’m going to lick this screen until it’s covered with my drool!]

[Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!]

The mist and armor surrounding He Feng just now were the effects of the divine outfit "Feeding Rage", and Dawn's automatic flying back to his hand was also a strengthened skill of Dawn, called "Retrieval", which was mainly connected to the mind of the holder.

I don’t have to pick up knives myself anymore, that’s great!

As for the reason why He Feng didn't kill Fang Jin, one was because "raising a tiger to cause trouble" did not collect any anger, and secondly, Wei Zhi said that this NPC had rarely killed players when she was watching, so He Feng became interested. Anyway, he could kill him sooner or later, so there was no problem in keeping him for a while.

"What do you mean by chuunibiao? Whatever I said was chuunibiao. Am I not the chief judge of this world?" He Feng began to refute the comments: "Still licking the screen? I think you are a pure pervert. Kick me out!"

Seeing that person being banned from speaking by He Feng for ten minutes, the barrage of comments began to sigh again.

[Ah, soft-hearted god of death, what will you do when more than one person licks the screen? Secret technique! I lick, lick, lick!!!]

[? Why are you so perverted? Without further ado, please take me with you!]

[Uh, now even if Goff is watching you, he can’t do anything about it, right? I’m different. I licked like crazy behind Goff’s back! Slurp slurp!!!]

He Feng: ...

He Feng said again: "They all played it in a fancy way."

[Oh, Hege, you are so kind!]

"Ding~ Host He Feng has muted everyone~"

"Haha! My action is to silence you all. Didn't expect that?" He Feng said to the live broadcast room with a smile: "A bunch of noobs, you really think I am reluctant to silence you as your brother, right? It's so funny."

"Oh! This scorching sun! This bright person!" Sheng Nancheng covered his face and mooed, "Moooooooooooooooooo, my brother is so handsome!"

He Feng turned his head with a puzzled look at Sheng Nancheng on the ground: "What's wrong with you?"

"No! You don't understand!!!" Sheng Nancheng yelled, "Brother! My brother!!! Hey, brother, what are you doing? Woo woo woo, I was wrong! Don't!"

Five minutes later, Sheng Nancheng, whose hands were tied behind his back, still couldn't lick off the tape on his mouth. He could only lean against the wall in boredom, thinking that if it happened again, he would cry out loud for his brother with all his might.

This is the only way to show his love for his brother. I didn't do it well just now. What a shame.

He Feng leaned on Shen Zishu and threw out a trump card, which made Fang Jin dare not say a word.

What he meant was that these two people exchanged cards openly and did not try to hide it at all. They were simply treating him like air.

It’s so funny, the air is so good, the air doesn’t disturb He Feng, he just treats it as air, he loves to be air!

"Look at you, you're a good young man, but you're not doing your job and you're here to be an NPC. What's wrong? Did the system force you to do it?" He Feng took the five that Shen Zishu handed over, formed a straight and threw it out: "Three to ten, are you going or not?"

Fang Jin looked at the straight in his hand and hesitated for a while before he dared to play it: "I can't tell you this. I signed a confidentiality agreement."

"Don't be afraid to play a card because of me." He Feng waved his hand nonchalantly and threw a 4: "By the way, is your ability to recover? Your arm grew so fast."

"Oh yes, a regenerative ability. I can survive very well." Fang Jin played a 2: "No more cards."

The royal bomb just now was given to He Feng by Shen Zishu. He played it out immediately after getting it without any reluctance, so that the biggest card in He Feng's hand now is a J.

Seeing He Feng shaking his head, Fang Jin was happy: "Straight, four to ten."

He Feng looked at the bad cards in his hand and shook his head. Shen Zishu also shook his head and spread out his cards for He Feng to choose what he wanted.

Fang Jin's mouth twitched.

The key point is that the landlord in this round is Shen Zishu! Why is this guy always helping He Feng?

"Three Js, three Qs, seven and nine." Fang Jin threw out a lot of cards and looked at the only two left in his hand. He said proudly, "I only have one card left."

He Feng smiled contemptuously and took out the cards given by Shen Zishu: "Three Kings, three Aces with a King and an A, can you still play?"

Fang Jin: ...

No, aren't he and He Feng on the same side? Why would this guy help the landlord beat him?

No, how could this person take the landlord's cards for himself?

"Three threes with a jack." He Feng raised his lips and threw the cards frantically: "Three tens with a nine, just tell me whether you will play or not."

Fang Jin, who only has one card left: ...

Silence is my mood today.

He really wanted to quit his job.

Just play this poker card. If you play silently, no matter who is the landlord, it will always be two people against one, so you can't win at all.

Just play, just play like this, who can beat you, haha.

"Hehehe, a 2, and another 2. I only have one card left." He Feng threw out two 2s: "Don't you only have one card left? Go ahead and play. I've given you a chance to win, so go ahead."

Fang Jin: ...

He wants to too!

At this point he could only swallow his grievances.

"Excuse me." Fang Jin kept smiling: "You're welcome."

He Feng slammed the Q in his hand directly on the table and shouted excitedly: "Haha! We win!"

"Great." Shen Zishu smiled and applauded He Feng: "Wow, that's great."

The joy in the classroom had nothing to do with Fang Jin. He lay on the table and felt like his soul was about to float out of his body.

Is this why the joys and sorrows of humans and NPCs are not connected?

He understood again.

After playing a few more games, Fang Jin was completely defeated.

It's so funny. Let's not even talk about Shen Zishu handing cards to He Feng. Just tell me, have you ever seen a good guy get a royal flush in every round?

Aye—Shen Zishu did it.

Not only did he get it, he also gave it to He Feng every time. Fang Jin was numb to the sound of his arrogant voice.

Is this still the celestial being from before? Isn't this just a, uh, powerful person who is using the power of others to bully others?

"It's okay, keep thinking." He Feng wiped the Dawn and smiled at Fang Jin: "I'll just wipe the knife."

“No, no, no,” Fang Jin shook his head fiercely: “You, how do you know what I’m thinking!?”

"Oh, my boyfriend is cheating." He Feng said indifferently. He picked up the Dawn and admired it in his hand: "It's okay, just keep thinking about it. I won't kill you anyway."

Fang Jin fell silent again.

He simply lay down on the table and refused to get up.

Come on! Just chop him to death!

After "telepathy" detected that Fang Jin on the opposite side no longer had any disgust and only wanted to die, Shen Zishu nodded at He Feng.

"It would have been great if it had been like this earlier." He Feng snorted complacently: "I'm not someone who has to care about things, don't you think?"

Fang Jin had given up struggling. He was wondering why this class lasted so long. He shouldn't have entered the classroom so punctually. He should have hesitated at the door for more than 40 minutes before entering. He wouldn't have to go through this torture.

Oh my God, being forced to be an NPC is miserable enough, why let He Feng torture him? He has never done anything bad... No, it seems he really did it.

That was the indulgence that came with just becoming an NPC, the mentality of not taking human life seriously, and the sudden realization that came after he had killed many, many people.

“I, I have killed people. I have killed many, many players.” Fang Jin forced out a smile that was uglier than crying. “At that time, I was thinking, what’s the difference between me and a monster? So I never took the initiative to attack players again. But my hands have long been stained with blood. I am no longer a human being…”

He Feng didn't say anything.

Each instance consisting of self-aware NPCs will always have a carrier.

For example, the carrier of Dawn Village is Wu Nanchun, the carrier of Rose Manor is Selina, the carrier of Dead City is Unit 8, and Karamur of the Weeping Madonna can also be considered half a carrier. If you have to say, the Death Train is also a carrier.

Judging from Fang Jin's appearance, he should not be the carrier of Jing'an School, but more like a person who was suddenly involved.

The horror game system wanted to kill He Feng, so it could only place him in such a copy and let those NPCs who still had some brains try hard to kill him.

So again, the horror game system wants to use the most difficult to control humans to kill humans, and it has indeed done it. Those NPCs with self-awareness have killed many, many players.

Just like Fang Jin.

Was he wrong? As an NPC, he used to enjoy killing players, which was outrageous.

But what about before he became an NPC? How to judge this?

"What is the final test boss?" He Feng wanted to give Fang Jin a chance: "Can you tell me?"

Fang Jin shook his head.

"Okay." He Feng understood: "Then just tell me if you can help us. If you can, I won't kill you. If you can't, I can only send you to the west."

Fang Jin stared at He Feng in a daze. He knew what He Feng wanted to do, and he also knew that He Feng was giving him a chance to atone for his sins.

But can this person really kill the monster?

"You, do you really think you can destroy this copy?" Fang Jin said tremblingly: "Of course, it's not that I don't believe you, I just think this copy is really difficult."

"Why not?" He Feng laughed. He raised his fingertips and scratched. Dawn, who was lying on the table, flew up. The tip of the knife gently touched Fang Jin's brow: "Don't change the subject. Just tell me if you can do it."

Fang Jin had a dazed look on his face. Looking at the flamboyant He Feng in front of him, he suddenly thought of an adjective that was more suitable for He Feng than "celestial being".

Savior.

Their savior has come.