Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 287 Player Island: I Should Always Be Free

Why call his name?

Why are you so reluctant to leave?

Why can't you turn back?

Why do we have to go to the other side?

Why can’t you just listen to him and stay?

Many doubts weighed on Sheng Nancheng's heart. The pain in his chest continued, but the person holding him had changed.

The health points did not decrease, but instead continued to surge upwards. Lu Ming pursed his lips and hugged Sheng Nancheng, not being able to say what he felt about this change.

300, 400, 500, or even 600, 700.

The rising value slowed down at 880, and finally moved little by little until it reached 887.

The most outrageous thing is yet to come. Under the influence of the mutant symbiotic Gu, "Eternal Life" becomes a shared skill, and Painlessness is also applicable to the difficult level.

As soon as the tormenting pain disappeared, the little crybaby couldn't wait to see Fu Shi as soon as he recovered.

Before the fight started, Fu Shi's actions were seen by everyone, and everyone was waiting for Fu Shi to give an explanation.

Qian Youlin just showed off a bottle of healing potion plus version, and he was pulled back before he could even watch much of the revolving lantern. The wounds on his chest and neck had healed, and he was now leaning in Qi Guanju's arms, looking at Fu Shi with an indescribable look in his eyes.

He also saw what Fu Shi did, and he had to say that Fu Shi was really crazy.

It's okay that he is crazy to others, but who knew that he is even crazier to himself.

Fu Shi is very capable and he is really sincere.

The monsters were gradually cleared away. During the entire cleaning process, Fu Shi stood quietly opposite everyone and did not speak.

Thousands of monsters failed to leave a single one alive. The feeling of being monitored disappeared, and Fu Shi closed his eyes.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, suddenly remembering the love letter he had written not long ago.

The letter was sent out, but Shi Fu didn't have time to write him a reply.

Maybe he was infected by Unit 1, Fu Shi’s mind is now full of thoughts about his next life.

If there is a next life.

Fu Shi interrupted his thoughts, he looked in front of him and met He Feng's eyes.

At 00:25 in the evening on Player Island, the villa was brightly lit, and even the show venue he carefully selected was illuminated.

Still not quite used to it.

If Fu Shi didn't have a slight yearning for light, he would never take the initiative to turn on the lights in the cabin in the woods until his death.

Now he stood in the light, turned his head and looked at the villa, still wanting to cut the wires.

"I want to go." He Feng said, "Come in and sit down, we can talk."

Fu Shi retracted his gaze and shook his head gently. There was some regret in his tone: "Every time I lie on the bed and look at the light of your villa, I think of one thing."

He Feng raised his eyebrows: "Pull the power off?"

"Almost." Fu Shi laughed: "I want to cut your wires."

"You are so bad, Mr. Villain." He Feng agreed with a click of his tongue. Looking at Fu Shi's smiling eyes, he just wanted to try again: "That knife didn't pierce any vital organs. Fu Shi, maybe we can talk."

"If you want to be a villain, you have to be loyal to the end." Fu Shi said with a smile. He raised his hand and countless silk threads suddenly broke out of the ground. They intertwined with each other and finally marked the final venue for the two of them, preventing others from approaching: "What's more, I want to be the villain of the protagonist Kizuna. We have enough time to talk until after dawn."

Fu Shi's determination to die was stronger than He Feng thought.

Yes, they did have a lot of time, but that was a collision of blood and blades, and one of them had to die at the hands of the other, and the one who would die would definitely not be He Feng.

The inner core was fused with the entire heart, and the little crybaby finally mustered up his strength. He fell to the ground, and with the help of Lu Ming, he struggled to get up and ran towards Fu Shi with determination.

But those silk threads stopped him several meters away. The seemingly soft lines were sharp beyond their appearance. If Sheng Nancheng took another step forward, he would surely end up in a bloody end.

"Fu Shi!" Sheng Nancheng stretched out his hands and grasped the silk threads. His voice was trembling with anger. Sheng Nancheng swallowed the sobs with difficulty: "This can't stop me at all! If you can't bear to leave, why don't you stay!"

The little crybaby was angry and walked towards Fu Shi step by step regardless of the obstruction of the silk thread.

Those sharp threads couldn't stop him, but Fu Shi could.

He never looked back at Sheng Nancheng from beginning to end, but just stood there quietly, as if he had already stood on the other side.

Fu Shi's voice was very soft, so soft that Qian Youlin, who was lying a little further away, couldn't hear what he was saying.

"Let me go."

Fu Shi said.

"Untie that string, and I shall be free."

"Chengcheng, come quickly! You have to hold on to this string tightly! Hahaha! Yes! Hold on harder! As long as you hold on to this string tightly, the kite that Brother Shi made for you will never get lost! You will take it home with you!"

Tears rushed out of his eyes and fell on Sheng Nancheng's outstretched arm, mixing with the blood drops from the cut silk thread and rolling to the ground.

A fluorescent silk thread swayed and floated towards Sheng Nancheng. The little crybaby opened his hands hesitantly. The silk thread kept crisscrossing and merging, and finally turned into a beautiful bow that fell into the little crybaby's palm.

"Don't cry for me." Fu Shi said, and he took out a long red knife from his backpack: "Cheer for finally getting my freedom."

All kinds of silk threads suddenly expanded at this moment. They wrapped around Fu Shi's body, trying their best to protect those weak points.

Fu Shi always felt that this was Shi Fu's selfishness. He thought it was a bit funny but didn't stop him.

Sheng Nancheng was taken away by Lu Ming, and he and He Feng were the only ones left in the entire venue. The ending was almost the same as he had imagined.

Just a little bit.

The red blade cut through the palm of his hand, and starting from the handle, the red substance on the blade climbed upwards until it covered Fu Shi's entire right arm.

The discordant red substance solidified into a solid at this moment, turning into red armor that tightly adhered to Fu Shi's arm.

Qian Youlin, who was lying on the ground, sat up suddenly. The knife in Fu Shi's hand was called "Ghost Messenger". When it was discovered, everyone was shocked. This was because this knife could devour the user's life to increase the user's ability, which was like hurting the enemy by a thousand and hurting oneself by two thousand.

This knife has only appeared twice. The first time, the "ghost messenger" devoured the life of the user and disappeared without a trace after he became completely famous.

The second time, he appeared with the player who had dominated the player strength ranking for four years and saved more than half of the people's lives in the super high-level copy.

Qian Youlin could guess that Fu Shi was good, but he didn't guess that the first place was actually Fu Shi.

What does it mean to be at the top of the list for four consecutive years? It probably means that except for He Feng and Shen Zishu, Fu Shi can beat anyone.

At this moment, the "ghost messenger" stayed obediently in Fu Shi's hand, and the whole long sword became more vicious because of the nourishment of life.

Red mist rolled up from the edge of its blade, and the man who once stood at the top of all horror game players looked indifferent.

"bring it on."

Fu Shi pointed the tip of the knife at He Feng.

"Savior, please send me off for the last time."