Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 256: Poem of Life 1. Walking Ten Thousand

After chatting and joking for a while, He Feng yawned and the members of the family-annihilation organization were quickly infected. One by one, they began to feel sleepy. They said hello to each other and went back to their rooms to sleep.

Xiao Yunzhou and four other friends went out together, wanting to take a look around Player Island No. 10.

Xiao Mu and the three souls started playing cards again. They played simple poker cards very intensely. Qian Youlin took a look before returning to the house and really wanted to join in, but he had to give up because he was too sleepy.

Player Island time 16:00.

After He Feng woke up, he stayed in bed for a while, which resulted in the living room being full of people when he went downstairs, rubbing his hair.

He paused, looked at the whole family and said helplessly: "I came into the dungeon to destroy the semicolon machine, what are you doing?"

"No way, the ability is here, leave the job of saving the others to us!" Sheng Nancheng chuckled, with his hands on his hips, very arrogant: "Don't you see how powerful we are!"

"Everyone is on the list." Qian Yulin was also very proud: "It's very rare."

"So if we enter more dungeons, we can lead the players in the dungeons to complete the dungeons." Wang Wang also laughed, looking silly: "In this way, more and more people can go home together."

Others echoed the sentiment, and He Feng felt a warmth in his chest, he couldn't describe what the feeling was.

"It was easier for us back then, there were only 49 of us." Si Shanyue couldn't help but sigh about the past: "It's not like now, there are too many people."

"When I hear you say that, I always want to hit you." Zhang Yu commented expressionlessly, "Why is that?"

Si Shanyue hid behind Jiang Chong calmly: "That's your own problem, what does it have to do with me!"

With the daily fights and quarrels in his mind, He Feng called the members of the family-annihilation organization into the copy.

"I only have two things to say." He Feng said seriously: "First, guarantee your safety."

"Don't worry." Qian Youlin waved his hand: "You talk as if no one can beat us."

"The second sentence is too stupid. Don't try to save him. Don't get yourself into trouble." He Feng warned, "In short, your own safety is the most important thing."

"I know!" Sheng Nancheng replied with a smile: "Brother, you look like an old woman now."

Hearing this, He Feng kicked him directly. He opened the panel to enter the dungeon and spoke again: "Everyone must come back safely."

"Roger that!"

The villa on the top of the mountain was lively for a short while before returning to its usual silence. Xiao Yunzhou took the good tea from Duan Qiuran, thanked him, and set up a table in the yard.

Eight people sat in the yard, and soon the aroma of tea filled the air.

They chatted and laughed together when they talked about something funny.

The wind blows through the treetops, and the leaves rustle, playing natural music.

Everyone is waiting for an ending.

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"Dungeon Name: Poem of Life

Number of players in the instance: 20

Grade: Super high

Difficulty: ☆☆☆☆☆☆

Customs clearance rate: 98.4%

The player's main quest has not yet been started. "

The incandescent lamp in front of him flickered. He Feng watched for a while and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stepped on the table and tightened the bulb. The incandescent lamp returned to its normal brightness.

He finally had time to open the copy interface, and pointed his finger at the 20 people with a noticeable curve at the corner of his lips.

Although he didn't know what happened to the copy in the previous copy, his boyfriend was finally not the annoying point 5 anymore.

The live broadcast room opened and viewers flocked in. They were all shocked when they saw the copy information.

[No, am I wrong or is the horror game system wrong? I didn’t see it wrong, super high-level six-star copy, clearance rate 98.4%?]

[As a human being, the most important thing is to believe in yourself and deny others, so it is definitely not us who are wrong, it is the horror game system that is wrong, the clearance rate should be 1.6%.]

[Fuck, a 1.6% clearance rate is not shocking to me anymore. What's going on? The first thing that came to my mind is that it's not as high as Dawn Village.]

"It shows that you have grown up." He Feng said with a smile, "But you are not wrong, and the horror game system is not wrong either. The clearance rate is indeed 98.4%."

The comments were even more puzzled, mainly wondering why a six-star copy could have such a high clearance rate.

"Maybe someone is helping me." He Feng said casually. He walked to the door and observed: "Wasn't the last instance 100% clear rate?"

He should be in a room in the basement now. The room smells damp and the space is small, with only room for a table. In front of him is an iron door that is locked from the outside. He Feng can only break it down forcefully if he wants to get out.

Perhaps the quality of the iron door was questionable. As soon as He Feng took out Dawn and broke the door lock, the iron door fell backwards and hit the ground with a loud bang.

He Feng, who was holding the Dawn, subconsciously shrank his neck because of the loud noise. The iron gate raised a pile of dust, and he frowned and hid in the house.

"You are right." He Feng couldn't help but affirm the previous comment: "Sometimes you should believe in yourself more and deny others. So it's the problem of the iron gate, not my business."

The audience was having a blast.

After the dust settled, He Feng relaxed his brow and walked out of the house. Before he could even lament that the environment was so bad, a loud noise suddenly came from his ears.

The loud noise sounded somewhat familiar, like a little crybaby.

The next second, the sound of a little crybaby exclaiming was heard. The crybaby rushed out while making a "Pooh" sound, and scratched his head as he looked at the room with a collapsed roof, looking covered in dust.

Hehe, you're using too much force.

"Huh? Crybaby?" He Feng recognized Sheng Nancheng, whose face was covered with dust, at a glance, and immediately began to laugh loudly: "Hahahaha! Little black charcoal, hahahaha!"

Sheng Nancheng didn't have time to be happy about sharing a copy with He Feng. He looked at He Feng, who was gloating over his misfortune, with a bitter face and eyes full of resentment: "Laugh, if you laugh again, I will rush over and give you a hug."

"Decline." He Feng refused immediately, the smile on his lips not diminishing: "I don't want to hug Little Black Charcoal."

Sheng Nancheng: ...

It is still difficult to succeed: "Oh! Die!"

He pounced towards He Feng fiercely. He Feng exclaimed, turned around and ran towards the stairs. The two of them ran to the upper floor playing and fighting.

Perhaps the luck values ​​of 6 and -70 represented everything. He Feng and Sheng Nancheng were refreshed on the bottom layer, and there were only two of them, and the environment they were in was also very bad.

It was much better if they moved up one level, at least the cement was solid.

He You pried open the door lock and looked at the huge hole in the house in confusion. He was looking for clues but found nothing. The room collapsed directly.

The players on the same floor as him had left long ago. He was the only one who heard the familiar noise and was waiting at the stairs. He also saw He Feng fleeing. He greeted him lazily, and before he could say anything else, he saw He Feng hide behind him. The black man behind He Feng suddenly rushed towards him.

"What is that?" He You was shocked. He waved his hand to push the person away but he felt vaguely that the person looked familiar. The hand he stretched out failed to push the person away, and Sheng Nancheng took the opportunity to throw himself into his arms.

“Hahaha!” The little crybaby laughed very happily. He raised his hand and wiped all the dust on his body onto He You’s face: “Long time no see, Brother Shi!”

"Sheng! Nan! Cheng!" He You, also known as Fu Shi, shouted. He carried Sheng Nancheng away and wiped his cheek with his hand, and he could feel dust on his hands: "I think you are really crazy!"

He Feng stood behind Fu Shi and laughed out loud, he was so happy. However, Sheng Nancheng was still not convinced and kept struggling, wanting to find He Feng.

The human skin formed by the skill could not be cleaned, so Fu Shi let go of his hand in disgust and let Sheng Nancheng rush out. He removed the skill effect and was about to reset it when Sheng Nancheng made a surprise counterattack. He turned around, raised his hand and smeared Fu Shi's face randomly.

Fu Shi, whose face was completely covered with clowns, took a deep breath. Before he started to lose his temper, he heard He Feng say, "Look at him."

People always make some subconscious movements. He and Sheng Nancheng looked over without any precautions, and saw He Feng holding a camera and taking a picture of them.

The camera slowly spit out photos. He Feng let out a "hey" and turned around and ran, laughing as he ran. He sounded very happy.

"Do you know what to do next?" Fu Shi asked coldly. He rolled up his sleeves and said, "Do you understand?"

Sheng Nancheng was ready to go: "I understand!"

Two people chased after He Feng, and the sounds of three people's laughter echoed throughout the stairwell.

The audience in the live broadcast room were also very happy. They were all encouraging the little crybaby and Fu Shi to wipe He Feng's face.

The three of them kept fighting all the way to the top floor. Seeing that all the players had gathered together, He Feng simply admitted defeat and allowed Sheng Nancheng and Fu Shi to smear dust on his face in revenge.

"That's enough." He Feng closed his eyes and reminded, "Don't go too far."

Because of their high luck, Shen Zishu and Lu Ming, who were refreshed to the top level at the beginning, watched the three people fighting without any intention of stopping them. They just silently prepared towels to wipe their faces.

At 14:46 in the copy time, He Feng happily threw himself into Shen Zishu's arms, raised his head and rubbed his cheek against Shen Zishu's cheek, leaving a black spot on Shen Zishu's face.

Shen Zishu let him rub against him, and gently wiped the dirt off He Feng's face bit by bit with a smile.

"I'm not clean anymore." He Feng said pitifully. He closed his eyes and let his boyfriend wipe his face. "It's all because of those two people."

Fu Shi, who was wiping his face, was not convinced at all: "I was just standing at the stairs, I didn't do anything, I didn't say anything, and some crybaby came up and smeared dust on my face."

Sheng Nancheng, who was washing his face, snorted disdainfully.

So blame him?

In his opinion, it was all because the wall was not solid.

The wall was originally very solid: I didn’t want to do it, but he blew me up!

After washing with a basin of water, the water in the basin turned black, and Sheng Nancheng couldn't help but despise himself.

He secretly raised his eyes to observe Lu Ming's expression. This man had just been hugged and rubbed by him, and his face was covered with dust. Not only did he not complain, he also took a basin to fill it with water for him to wash his face, and prepared a towel for Fu Shidu.

Sheng Nancheng suppressed the smile on his lips and said, "You don't mind?"

Lu Ming, who had just changed the water, was a little puzzled. He reached out and wiped off a piece of dirt on Sheng Nancheng's nose and asked, "What are you disgusted with?"

"Of course it's the little clay figurine." Fu Shi said before Sheng Nancheng could speak. He pointed at the crybaby's face that had not been washed clean and said with a smile: "Look, this one is dirty."

Lu Ming understood clearly. He reached out and held Sheng Nancheng's cheek and leaned over to kiss him: "That's mine too."

The smile on Fu Shi's face disappeared instantly: "I just didn't mention this for nothing."

He turned his head to the left and saw He Feng and Shen Zishu hugging each other, and to the right he saw Sheng Nancheng and Lu Ming. In short, he was sandwiched between the two couples and looked lonely and helpless.

[Shishi: I’ll break it for you to see.]

[Hahahaha, this is so pitiful. I almost died of laughter. Why does he look so lonely?]

[We were squatting on the side of the road, and someone came and kicked us for no apparent reason. We were also confused.]

[By the way, did you know that the bounty on Fu Shi’s head has been raised to one million terror coins?]

He Feng glanced at it and didn't care much, it was only one million.

No! Wait!

He stared at the comment with wide eyes: "One million?!"

The reward for clearing a dungeon is only a few thousand horror coins, and that's only for super high-level dungeons. The ordinary ones are a few hundred to a thousand. But that guild actually offered a reward of one million horror coins for Fu Shi's head.

Go crazy.

"What's wrong?" Fu Shi said calmly, and used his skills to disguise himself again while no one was paying attention: "Is there any problem with the fact that I am the walking million?"

Hearing this, Sheng Nancheng also came over. He looked at Fu Shi and asked curiously, "Brother Shi, what did you do?"

Fu Shi coughed lightly, and a rare flash of discomfort flashed across his face: "Children should not ask about adult matters."

It's just that he uses his skills to comfort each other among those who covet him.

The three of them cleaned up quickly, and Qi Ruxing also came over at this time and greeted them.

This time, he and Wei Lou were again leading three newcomers to go through the dungeon. Coincidentally, it was already a little late when he finished his official business. He waited for all the members to arrive before entering the dungeon together. He happened to be queued together with He Feng.

Currently, there are a total of 20 players in the dungeon, 10 of whom are occupied by He Feng. Qi Ruxing has also heard of the remaining 10 people. They are not dangerous and are easy to get along with.

He Feng stretched and said, "They are all our own people. It's fun."

They are now on the top floor, which is actually underground, but the stairs end here.

The whole space has a very high-tech feel. Just like Institute 499, the walls are made of some kind of metal, which is very impressive.

Most of the players entered the dungeon in groups, and now they gathered in twos and threes, quietly waiting for the next development.

The space they were in had no obvious exit, so someone would have to operate the door from the outside to open it.

The main quest has not been updated, and there are no specific clues. All they can do now is wait.

He Feng was getting a little bored, so he reached out and pulled Sheng Nancheng's hair, pushing the wet strands aside to dry them.

The emergency light on the wall suddenly began to flash, and with a prompt sound, the tightly closed wall suddenly opened to both sides, revealing a robot outside the door.

357 looked at the players in front of him, confirmed the number of people and said, "Welcome to Doomsday."