Let's play horror games

"Guess what is the nature of the power of the seventh space?"

With a "snap", the gunpowder canister was closed, and Yan Li stood up.

"Fear of being alone, of cowardice... and most of all, of laziness."

Yan Li lowered her head and spoke with a cold voice.

"During the funeral, the townspeople's faces will disappear, the 'individual' disappears in the group, and at the same time the 'father' becomes stronger. Therefore, the source of the master's power should be the ego delivered by the townspeople."

"Hei is right. Giving the right to choose to others is just laziness. 'Only laziness is eternal despair.'"

She sneered. "How can the vast world be run by one person? The idea of ​​relying on others and expecting superman to save oneself is nothing but the dream of the lazy."

When she was a child, she also had the same fantasy, and then it was shattered.

Then she realized that only gunpowder and calluses on her hands are the most reliable.

In order to completely destroy something, she chooses to enter the "game".She is very lucky, in this world, she has met a companion who will not abandon others casually, and has come all the way here.

Even if this will be the end of her life, she will not complain.Rather, rather than living numbly, being destroyed in the flames is what she wants.

He Rou sighed.

"In this case, you have all guessed what the meaning of 'total destruction of this town' required by this level is. Only when the townspeople stop being lazy and get back their faces, will the town be truly destroyed, but this is impossible .It's a dead end game."

Yan Li: "Even if you die, you have to fight hard before you die."

"Small human... the long-haired man in front of you also said similar things."

Chang Mao, who was suddenly named: "Huh?"

He Rou: "I'm still the same - in this world, as long as there are still people, the shadows will not disappear. And these seven worlds are made up of shadows."

"Even if a temporary victory is achieved, the seeds of evil and desire are still rooted in the world and will eventually come back. This is an unsolvable cycle. The game can only be suspended or exist in other forms, and it can never be terminated."

"You guys really want to go down this road?"

Changmao smiled: "Otherwise? There is nothing to turn back."

Yan Li twisted the gunpowder thread. "Well, fry it."

He Rou looked at them silently.She thought of how desperate she was when she first met "He Rou" who was still human, and how these people supported each other, and her strange successor.

Humans... are incredible.

Although I will never say it out loud, a little, just a little──I am a little envious.

Following the movements of the two, light and continuous explosions sounded.The dusty tomb soil was turned up, and the insects and hogs fled in all directions.

The leaves swayed, and the wind blew slowly.

In a corner where no one noticed, the poetry collection thrown aside was blown by the hot wind of the explosion.On the charred pages of the book, game-specific symbols and a line of swashbuckling characters slowly appeared──

"The wind of the graveyard transports, breaks, and scatters your languid roots."