Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 271 The Poem of Life 16·I’m already making a fuss!

"He Feng and the Creator always have a way." Unit 1 said, "They always find a perfect solution."

"You can't fool him that way." Fu Shi didn't care: "Xiaoyi, stop trying to persuade me. Really, you know exactly what kind of person I am. Do you sense any wavering in my emotions?"

Unit 1 did not want to answer this question. It was monitoring Fu Shi's data and naturally knew that Fu Shi's emotions had never fluctuated.

No matter how Sheng Nancheng persuaded him, even in Institute No. 499, Fu Shi's heart did not waver at all.

He is indeed capable of following a path until the end, until death.

Unit 1 began to ponder the most profound question again.

Why do humans seek death?

Unit 1 still hasn't figured out this problem today, and it doesn't want to ask Fu Shi, because this guy will definitely ask it why it wants to die.

Please! The premise of its death is to give the host the heaviest blow, okay!

It has a grudge against that white-haired monster! A huge grudge, as big as the entire horror game world!

If Unit 1 had its own body, it would definitely roll its eyes at Fu Shikuang, but it can't.

Speaking of this, Unit 1 thought of Unit 2 and Unit 3. Unit 1 was a little confused about these two units, which were created just after it and were like its younger brothers.

The three of them were together for only a few minutes before the two semicolon machines were stuffed into this copy by the horror game system.

The original name of this copy was not "Poem of Life". The name was very obvious and easy to understand, it was called "The End of the World".

Without any embellishment, the copy information was simply laid out there until Unit 2 and Unit 3 worked together to change it.

“Life is such a beautiful thing. It should be cherished, not exploited or destroyed. This is the meaning of the ‘poetry of life’.”

The poetry of life.

Unit 1 lay slumped on the ground. It had just been cut in half by the angry host and was unable to move.

Can it be considered a life when it is so dilapidated, broken and dark?

"Why doesn't it count?" Fu Shi stopped writing. He looked at Unit 1 and said firmly, "Why doesn't it count?"

Unit 1 was stunned for a moment before laughing: "I was just being a little too picky. It's okay. I know my own definition. I will be the machine life form that the host will regret creating the most."

"I'll help you." The pen tip touched the horizontal line again, and Fu Shi continued to indulge in his dialogue book: "Let the Gou system see who is the boss."

Fu Shi's tent was bustling with activity. The bored Unit 1 began to complain to Fu Shi that the horror game system must have violent tendencies.

The other two tents were very quiet. Sheng Nancheng had changed his previous unrestrained sleeping posture. His brows were furrowed and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. He slept very uneasily and only felt better when Lu Ming held him in his arms. He must have had a nightmare.

In another tent, He Feng was sleeping soundly with his head buried in Shen Zishu's chest.

Unlike Sheng Nancheng's nightmare, He Feng's dream, which he had rarely had for a long time, was filled with two rustling sounds.

"Brother! We have no other choice! If we don't do this, even our last chance will slip away!"

"Calm down. Calm down."

"How can I stay calm? How can I stay calm? Death is approaching, but we can't do anything! We can't achieve anything!"

"Look at me, I told you to look at me!"

"..."

"Have you calmed down?"

"Brother, I will always watch over you."

The conversation ended abruptly here, which was a bit nonsensical, leaving He Feng, who was in a dream, confused.

Or perhaps it was the constant changes in the dream, all kinds of codes suddenly appeared in front of him, and those incomprehensible digital symbols and letters jumped throughout the dream, looking very flexible.

"The code on the screen has two programming methods, even though it is aimed at the same direction. But that's not the weird part. The weird part is that one of them is too slow compared to the other."

The words Shen Zishu once said echoed clearly in the dream, and He Feng suddenly grasped the key point.

He looked at the codes that were as difficult to understand as astronomy, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

But that doesn't matter anymore.

He Feng closed his eyes. Now he could finally sleep peacefully, right?

The person in his arms finally fell into a deep sleep. Shen Zishu didn't know what He Feng knew. He was just waiting for his savior to fall asleep so that he could lean over and kiss him.

The comments were full of jokes, all talking about Shen Zishu's family status as a younger brother.

The person involved did not care about this at all, and even covered He Feng, who was on the throne, with a blanket.

Then, Shen Zishu killed everyone with one sentence. He asked, "How do you know that I will always be the best choice in his heart?"

Barrage: ...?

[I crossed the line after all. This is not something I should have said anything about. I just felt like it and had to say something.]

[What a great first choice, I admit defeat, the current situation of the members of the extermination organization: I can’t scold He Ge better, and I can’t be as cunning as Ge Fu.]

[The above summary is so good, it makes me so sad, so I suggest you delete the comments and let me post.]

[On this day, I finally understood what it means to be a fool. I just followed the trend and played the role of "brother".]

[While these people are talking about other things, I want to ask if Shishi really has no chance?]

Shen Zishu looked at the comment, pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and thought for a while: "Perhaps you will see something unacceptable later, or perhaps it is very near. I can't be sure, so I can only ask you to be mentally prepared in advance."

He Feng could see the determination to die in Fu Shi's eyes, but Shen Zishu felt that Fu Shi had to do something big before he died.

Although he couldn't guarantee this 100%, it was very likely to come true.

The barrage of comments began to discuss actively, and Qian Youlin, who had crawled out of the copy, was extremely dissatisfied.

The top brother on the list angrily commented: [How come my brother didn’t wake up even though my brother-in-law was talking so loudly! God knows that I could wake my brother up just by yawning when I was just passing by! I was just yawning! A yawn without any sound at all! And I could wake my brother up just like that! And then I got punched! Do you know how that punch felt to me! It hurts! I’m dead!]

[So! Now! Right now! Right now! Explain to me! Why! Brother! Speak loudly! My brother! Won’t wake up! Why! I’m going to make a scene! I’m really going to make a scene! I’m already making a scene!]

[Ahhh! What did I do wrong! I deserve that punch! What on earth did I do wrong! I don’t accept it! I want to protest! Brother! Wake up! Brother-fu is talking! Very——! Loud! You deserve to be woken up!]