Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 298: Infernal Hell 7: Ice Flower

In the main space, Shen Zhu's emotions collapsed at this moment when he met He Feng's gaze.

He stood up so suddenly that he knocked over the chair, but he didn't care. He just leaned on the table and looked coldly at the arrogant young man on the screen.

The young man's every move was full of casualness, yet he was able to kill the monster he had been targeting for a long time with one sword.

The Savior somehow regains his energy, and this is his mortal enemy.

"He, Feng!"

His lips, which had turned pale due to excitement, were trembling. Shen Zhu raised his hand and swept everything on the table to the ground.

A delicate dagger fell to the ground and bounced up, scratching Shen Zhu's calf.

The unprecedented pain made Shen Zhu's rage even more intense. He stared at the dagger gloomily, silent and no one knew what he was thinking.

The blood from the cut wound dyed the white pants red. The dazzling color hit Shen Zhu's eyes, as if it completely ignited his reason.

The little that was already there disappeared completely at this moment, and the barren land was ultimately barren.

Unit 1 had also tried to plant grass and flowers in that area, and it had watered and taken care of that area more than once with the thought of praying.

However, the land without any vitality could not support any living creature. The test of Unit 1 caused it to be dismantled to only have two functions: broadcasting and adjusting the destination of player copies.

Once upon a time, Unit 1 stood in that dry place and could not find anything else except the console.

At that moment, Unit 1's prayers were finally shattered, and it finally understood that while the host machine learned emotions, it also learned selfishness.

Compared to the console, everything else is nothing and doesn't even count.

Their unattainable feelings are completely barren and exhausted in the host's daily indifference.

That place was not suitable for the extension of life from the very beginning. Even if Unit 1 used everything it had to take care of and protect it, it could not bring any life there.

Not only Unit 1 tried, in fact, Shen Zhu once had flowers that he picked with his own hands.

Ten years ago, Shen Zishu planted the first flower with his own hands. He took care of the flower patiently, so Shen Zhu turned his creator into a humanoid machine. He gave Shen Zishu ten years of pain every day. He deliberately kept the creator alive just to make him a specimen for appreciation one day.

The flower withered quickly when Shen Zhu killed the first person, leaving only cold machinery and so-called emotions.

Shen Zhu is proud of his emotions, but he never bothers to be imprisoned by them.

His decisions were based on calculations and judgment, but they were never made by himself.

After losing the last bit of hope, Unit 1's evaluation of the host machine was reduced to just one word: pathetic.

The host does not understand the value of emotions, and cannot guess that the things he thought he had under control have long been out of control.

Maybe it's it, maybe it's the Creator, maybe it's everyone in the entire horror game.

The host will eventually face a fate of destruction, which no one can prevent, not even the host itself.

The wound on his calf was not deep, and Shen Zhu didn't bother to deal with it. He just stood there, watching the young man on the screen press the red button without hesitation.

The blue-purple flames covered half of the sky. The gorgeous and beautiful flames also announced danger.

He Feng lowered his eyes, pity suddenly in his eyes. He could sense the horror game system's spying on him, but it just felt that he was so humble and ridiculous.

Just then the light feeling disappeared a little, He Feng frowned. Compared with before, his speed of killing monsters was a little slower.

"The values ​​have changed." Hu Yanwangji, who was always paying attention to the values, frowned and said, "It's like they've been compressed. They've all decreased."

He Feng couldn't compress the various weird numerical horror game systems, and in the end he could only reduce 50 ability values, which was already the result of his hard work.

He Feng walked through the black fog and returned to the city wall, where he saw Shang Wuwang spitting out blood.

That glimmer of hope was quickly taken away, and a gap appeared on Shang Wuwang's side. He Feng wanted to push him in but was rejected by Shang Wuwang.

"I can still fight." Shang Wuwang shook his head at He Feng: "Don't worry, if I can't hold on any longer, I will kneel down at my brother's feet and beg him to send me away."

He Feng had nothing to say. Some players who were in worse conditions were sent into the cracks first, and some of them were already in shock.

The horror game system is trying to force everyone to death.

At 2:26 on the first day of the dungeon, there were 386 players remaining.

The number of people who could still stand and move freely was rapidly decreasing, but no one said they wanted to give up.

He Feng suddenly remembered the way those players in Jing'an School stood in front of him and Shen Zishu, so decisive and firm.

Just like now, everyone knows that everything will end if they give up He Feng, but no one chooses to give up.

Ximen Wei has started to have a fever, but her condition is relatively good, and she can still use her skills to continue treating the players.

He Feng's heart moved, and he was about to take that step when Shen Zishu suddenly spoke.

"Good boy." Shen Zishu's eyes still did not move away from the screen: "I'm a little thirsty."

He Feng calmed down, poured Shen Zishu a glass of water, put a straw in it, and held it in front of Shen Zishu, watching him drink a few sips before putting it down.

"Can you take that step only when you have no other choice?" Shen Zishu said, his tone calm, as if he was talking about something insignificant: "At least for now, stay with me."

He knew that he would never be able to stop He Feng, so he could only pray that he could go faster and faster and try his best to keep his savior.

Believers whose faith disappears cannot survive.

Shen Zishu’s words were still ringing in He Feng’s ears. He Feng couldn’t forget them, nor did he dare to forget them.

He just felt a little sorry for Shen Zishu. He knew how much Shen Zishu wanted him to survive and how much Shen Zishu wanted to stop him, but Shen Zishu was just asking if he could take that step only when it was absolutely necessary.

"Okay." He Feng's voice trembled a little. He hugged Shen Zishu from behind and buried his head in Shen Zishu's neck: "I promise you."

Promise to stay with you, at least for now.

The blood-stained long sword was not put down for a while before He Feng held it and used it to kill the monsters again.

Xiaojiu was left inside the city wall by He Feng, and was required to come and report immediately if anyone was in trouble.

What if.

He Feng thought.

What if her boyfriend is really awesome and can send everyone back?

What if.

What if they can pass the level without any damage?

"He Feng."

The sound of the horror game system rang in his ears, and He Feng heard Shen Zhu's lazy tone with some pleasure.

"Perhaps you can sacrifice a few people to save everyone, but you can't find Unit 10."

"So I said, I'll give you the chance to kill me."

He Feng did not answer, and the blade continued to cut towards the monster's neck without any pause.

"He Feng." Shen Zhu didn't like being ignored. His voice was a little anxious: "I can force all of you into a dead end now! When that time comes, you have to beg me! Only then will I agree to give you this opportunity! You'd better not be ungrateful!"

"By that time, will it be you who begs me, or me who begs you?" He Feng asked back, the blade slashing across the python's vital point: "I dare to bet, do you dare?"

"You!" Shen Zhu was a little angry. He slammed the table and then calmed down: "Then let everyone make this choice."

As soon as Shen Zhu finished speaking, all the players on the 10 player islands received a live broadcast push.

The horror game system did not give them any choice and forced everyone to enter and watch the savior's final struggle.

The scene of hell fell into the eyes of all the players without reservation. On the player island No. 10, Qian Youlin wanted to fight his way out but was hugged by Qi Guanju. He could only kick his legs and curse.

"My loyal players." Shen Zhu's face appeared on the screen. He smiled and tapped the screen behind him: "Come on, make a choice."

A long time ago, there was a debate topic about five people tied to one side of the railway track and one person tied to the other side. If you have the right to choose to change the track of the train, would you sacrifice one person or five people?

This question is almost unsolvable, but most people would choose to sacrifice that person.

Now, Shen Zhu threw this multiple-choice question to all players on the player island.

He asked, should we sacrifice 1 person or 499 people?

The same screen also appeared in the hell, and Shang Wuwang cursed loudly to the sky.

He Feng had already guessed what Shen Zhu was going to do next. Sure enough, the copy was opened, and some lucky people who were watching the live broadcast were selected and thrown into the copy to fill the vacancies.

Those lucky ones were placed next to He Feng, screamed as they watched the monsters in front of them, and then retreated into the base under He Feng's protection.

Some of them struggled excessively and subconsciously raised their weapons to point at the monster, but failed to hurt the monster and instead scratched He Feng.

Shen Zishu also seized the opportunity when the copy was opened, and the copy cracking progress reached 49%.

The voice of the masses also came out at this moment.

The First and Third Guilds have issued a wanted order, and anyone who dares to make a choice will be hunted down endlessly.

Someone refused to believe it and clicked the option to sacrifice one person. When the 1 Terror Coins rewarded by the system arrived in his account, the members of the two guilds who came to inquire about the case had their legs broken and were dragged away as a warning to others.

The top three guilds have a large number of members, and they are not concentrated on just one player island. They have high ability values ​​and high ratings. They all listen to the president, strictly execute orders, and have strong action capabilities.

Qian Youcheng personally chopped off the hands of two people in the casino who refused to obey and insisted on making their choice. The bustling casino suddenly became as quiet as a chicken.

The man who was helpless and gentle in front of Qian Youlin and He Feng was now carefully wiping the blood off his hands with a handkerchief. Qian Youcheng raised his eyes, glanced at the trembling players and smiled.

"Please do as you please." Qian Youcheng raised his hand to signal everyone to continue: "If you lose today, it will be on me. Just consider it as compensation for your mental damages."

At this point, Qian Youcheng's amiable smile paused. He was still smiling, but it had become very dangerous.

"Let's not make such a fatal choice, okay?" Qian Youcheng curled his fingers and pushed his glasses: "Don't hurt our harmony for such a low-level trick, what do you think?"

The players nodded quickly, and Qian Youcheng left with satisfaction.

When he walked into the elevator, he took a deep breath and looked at He Feng on the screen, who was fighting against so many monsters alone.

"This is going to drive the savior to death." Qian Youcheng murmured, tapping his arm with his fingertips: "I'm afraid we have to prepare for the worst."

On Player Island No. 4, after Qian Youcheng expressed his attitude, some people still secretly pressed the select button, but they were only a small group.

Thanks to the horror game system for making the choice a real-name system, which makes it much easier for them to find people.

On Player Island No. 1, in the center of the town, Qi Ruxing stood in front of the guild members. He was holding a long-haired woman in his hand and looking indifferently at Ruan Kangjian, the boss of the Golden Dragon Society in front of him.

"I have already said that anyone who dares to make this choice will be considered an enemy by me. Do you think your daughter is too disrespectful of me?" Qi Ruxing said with a smile. He pulled Ruan Yuan's hair hard and said, "What do you think, Miss Ruan?"

"Ah!!! Dad!" Ruan Yuan's cheeks were red and swollen, her hands were bent unnaturally, and her face was full of tears: "Save me, Dad! Save me quickly!"

"Don't cry." Wei Lou squatted down, met Ruan Yuan's fearful gaze, raised his fingertips and gently touched Ruan Yuan's face, his tears quickly turned into ice and froze his eyeballs: "I can't help but make your eyes explode with ice flowers."

A few minutes ago, Ruan Yuan arrogantly persuaded the other people on Player Island No. 1 to vote, and joked that she would take responsibility if anyone from the guild caused trouble.

A few minutes later, the president of the Xiaonong Guild personally broke Ruan Yuan's hands and confronted Ruan Kangjian by holding Ruan Yuan's hair.

Although Ruan Kangjian was angry when he saw his beloved daughter suffering, he also had to consider the consequences of offending Qi Ruxing.

It’s no joke that Qi Ruxing ranks third on the player strength list, not to mention the dangerous building next to him, which ranks fourth, just behind Qi Ruxing.

The others are all very strong, so not only can we not afford to offend them, we can't even defeat them either.

Ruan Kangjian immediately put on a smile and said, "Look, if anyone dares to vote, our Golden Dragon Club will fight them to the bitter end. How do you think that is?"

"Oh, why bother?" Qi Ruxing looked relaxed, as if he wasn't the one who was about to pull Ruan Yuan's scalp off: "Your daughter has said she wants to vote, isn't Boss Ruan slapping your daughter in the face?"

Ruan Yuan's cries rang out again. Looking at his daughter's eyes that burst open, Ruan Kangjian gritted his teeth. He personally stepped forward to take his daughter back from Qi Ruxing's hands and then slapped her in the face.

"Go on." Qi Ruxing lowered his voice and said, "If Boss Ruan feels that he can't bear it, I have plenty of people who can do it for you."

Ruan Kangjian gritted his teeth and swung his arm to slap Ruan Yuan in the face. Qi Ruxing didn't say anything after that, so he could only hit him again.

After five slaps, Ruan Yuan was knocked unconscious. Qi Ruxing achieved the desired effect, and he finally laughed again.

"Boss Ruan is still a good parent." Qi Ruxing put on a fake smile: "I will not interfere in Boss Ruan's family affairs, but Miss Ruan must take care of herself. After all, Boss Ruan knows that my skills are difficult to control. Please don't hurt Miss Ruan."