MM Racing Chapter 238 Wu'an City 12 He Becomes a Ruthless Person
Chapter 238 Wu'an City 12 He Becomes a Ruthless Person
He Feng stood there without moving, holding Poxiao in his hand and waiting for Qin Sheng to come over.
Although the two of them had not spent much time together, Qin Sheng judged from He Feng's behavior during this period that he was not a person who was eager for quick success, so He Feng must have his reasons for doing this.
It's just death, would he be afraid? How is that possible?
Could there be more bad news? Of course not.
So why not give it a try?
Qin Sheng walked towards He Feng amid everyone's puzzled gazes.
Xiao Yunchen, who was sitting on the horse, frowned and finally began to look at He Feng.
He had strangled so many pigs before, those pigs resisted, begged for mercy, and died, but none of them could see through the whole outcome as quickly as this man.
It was just a sentence of "go back to hell", but this pig reacted so quickly?
But what can they do even if they react? Xiao Yunchen snorted. Can they hinder Xiao Yunzhou, who says one thing in front of others and another behind their backs?
Even the general was just a plaything in Xiao Yunzhou's palm, let alone other people.
Xiao Yunchen still remembers the feeling when he skinned Xiao Jingzhen alive. The bastard who had broken his leg was hanging half-dead in front of him, waiting for him to slaughter him.
That feeling is so refreshing.
Xiao Yunzhou really gave him a big surprise and he liked it very much.
"How pitiful." Thinking of this, Xiao Yunchen laughed at Qin Sheng. He pulled out the dagger from his waist: "So pitiful."
Under everyone's puzzled gaze, he stabbed the dagger into his neck. Bright red blood spurted out instantly, staining the ground a striking red.
Xiao Yunchen, who was severely injured, fell off his horse and soon lost his breath.
Qin Sheng understood now. He looked at He Feng and asked, "The way out of the illusion is death."
"Yes." He Feng turned Breaking Dawn in his hand and said, "He talked a lot and told you to go back to death."
The barrage was full of question marks.
[No! Can this sentence be used as a clue? Even if you beat me to death and send me out of the illusion, I may not be able to guess how I got out of the illusion.]
[You are so right. Even with my little brain I couldn’t guess it. I would still wonder why you would kill me. ]
[But I feel that this instance is messy, so confusing. Not to mention the 24 illusions and 23 of my own imposters, just looking at the fact that the traitor in the general's mansion is the general himself, it's too confusing. Does Hege have any clues?]
"A little bit." He Feng smiled and stretched out his hand. He moved his index finger and thumb slightly closer together: "About this much."
[A little bit or a billion bits?]
[It feels like there is a universe inside that gap.]
"I can roughly guess what's going on." He Feng nodded meaningfully: "But it's better to wait until the end to reveal the answer."
While He Feng was speaking, the densely packed soldiers disappeared one after another, the streets soon returned to peace, and the counterfeits all breathed a sigh of relief and gathered together.
They looked at He Feng who was making gestures on Qin Sheng, thinking about how to cut him, and no one spoke.
They could hear what He Feng had just said to the general, so they naturally understood that death was the way to get out of the illusion.
But no one chose to hurt themselves. They just stood together and looked at He Feng, as if they had many questions to ask.
"Yes, you are all fake." He Feng said directly. He sent Qin Sheng to die by himself: "Do you have any questions?"
None of the counterfeit people spoke. They just looked at each other and felt a deep despair.
The atmosphere gradually became very oppressive. Finally, a little girl couldn't help but pointed at herself and cried, "My name is Jiang Yueyue. I have been in the horror game for two years. I am a worker in the real world. I have parents and a cat. I have memories, I have memories!"
"Everyone has memories." He Feng didn't want to beat around the bush with them: "You have it, they have it, and even these NPCs have it too. But since you have memories, you should know that the horror game system can do many things, including copying you from your original body."
"So we are all fake." Hao Fan was very calm. He looked at He Feng with some confusion: "Then what are we?"
He Feng answered without any hesitation: "It is a memory that has been used. If you die, not only will you not be able to get out of this illusion, but your real body will also be harmed."
"Then I'm going to give it a try!" Shi Ran shouted, "Why can't I be the real one!"
"So I say that horror game systems are really disgusting." He Feng looked at the fake who was gradually breaking down and said, "You should know with the original's memory that 6.4% is a number obtained by calculating how many people died."
"You think so today. The copies of the players in the past would also think so. They would be eager to die and become the real one. All 23 copies would try. If the copies were injured, the original would also be injured. If one copy died, the original might not die. Then, if all 23 copies died, could the original still survive?"
"The illusion is very simple, and the NPCs in it are easy to kill, so how did the 6.4% clearance rate come from?" He Feng spread his hands towards the counterfeiters: "Do you need me to explain it in more detail?"
At this point, the impostors and the audience in the live broadcast room understood what He Feng wanted to express.
Players may not kill other people's copies, but once the copies know that they will exit the illusion if they die, they will definitely try it.
The clone in He Feng's illusion knew that he was fake through the conversation between He Feng and Shen Zishu's clone, but the clones in other illusions might not know this.
They will end this illusion by dying without hesitation, but they cannot end the illusion, and the deaths will accumulate and finally backfire on their original bodies.
Their original bodies will die, that's why the 6.4% clearance rate comes from this.
The horror game system uses humans to fight against humans, but feels that is not enough, so it comes up with this method to let humans fight against themselves.
Is there something wrong with the replica?
They have memories and their own ideas. They are just following the actions in their memories to end this illusion. How could they be wrong?
After all, they are still half a life after being copied.
What could be wrong with them? Is it wrong to want to prove that they are real?
The 23 clones in front of him all had sad looks on their faces, and He Feng sighed.
"If my assumption is correct, then you will disappear when I die. If I save you, I can save your original life." He Feng said: "I will take you home."
"This sentence sounds so familiar." Shi Ran murmured, "I seem to have heard it somewhere before."
Jiang Yueyue, who was far away from her, also nodded: "It's indeed very familiar."
[Oh my god, this isn't He Ge's live studio, is it?]
[Don’t tell me, this possibility is really high.]
[So the replica still has some flaws. They both watched He Ge’s live broadcast, so they must have entered the dungeon together. They shouldn’t have stood so far away.]
"All counterfeits are mirror images, the opposite of the original." When talking about this, He Feng felt a chill: "For example, my boyfriend's counterfeit, do you need me to give you an example?"
Although He Feng asked this, there was no other expression on his face, giving people the feeling that he was very reluctant.
The audience in the live broadcast room all laughed.
[That’s right. I think if we want to listen to the explanation, He Ge will pretend not to see it and skip it.]
[I agree. He Ge’s face is full of “If you dare to say that, you’ll be dead” hahahahaha! ]
[I feel like this time the horror game system has really disgusted our Brother He. Brother He has repeated many times that the horror game system is really disgusting hahahahahaha!]
"What else?" He Feng's face was full of disgust: "I won't even mention it."
"Brother He." Qin Sheng held a long knife against his neck and said, "I'll go first."
"Remember to come find me." He Feng waved his hand: "See you later."
Qin Sheng responded and quickly slashed his neck with the long knife. However, it was strange that his blood did not spurt out like Xiao Yunchen's. It just flowed down his neck and kept flowing, as if his body itself was a corpse and the blood had no activity at all.
Qin Sheng fell down and was caught by Hua Luo and other servants. They looked at the general with tears in their eyes.
The general just explained it to them, and they realized that they had died a long time ago.
The general died, Prime Minister Xu died, and Prince Xiao also died.
No one is alive.
"Don't be sad." He Feng comforted him. He quite liked this group of people. "Wait for me to avenge your general."
A replica weakly raised his hand: "Well, isn't our second mission to stop the general from taking revenge?"
"Good question." He Feng clapped his hands: "I never listen to the horror game system. What can the system do to me?"
The clones went through the little memories they had over and over again, but they couldn't believe that there was anyone as amazing as He Feng, so they all raised their thumbs.
"It's nothing." He Feng chuckled, and stretched out his hand to press down: "Keep a low profile, keep a low profile."
This cocky look seemed more and more familiar to Shi Ran and Jiang Yueyue, and they came together without any prior arrangement.
In fact, the two of them disliked each other from the very beginning. If they were really mirror images as He Feng said, they should be very good friends.
The others were also paired up quickly, only Shen Zishu's fake was still looking at He Feng.
"Don't force me to hit you." He Feng didn't even want to give him a glance: "My boyfriend wouldn't mind if I hit you a few times."
The fake shook his head and said nothing.
He remembered that He Feng once asked him that he didn't know whether his clones and He Feng's clones in other people's illusions were incompatible or a pair.
The fake one thought that they should be a pair.
Even if He Feng's clones don't like Shen Zishu's clones who are like him, they will still like He Feng.
That kind of love is rooted in the soul. The name He Feng, like the man himself, fills the entire heart.
Thinking of this, the counterfeit chuckled, and He Feng was very confused by his laughter.
"I think I should tell you I love you more often." The fake smiled and said, "No matter who you are, no matter how much we remember, we will always love you. This kind of love is instinctive, just like I can't help wanting to get closer to you. However, this behavior may have caused you some trouble. I'm sorry."
Those peach blossom eyes, like Shen Zishu's, curved slightly into the look that He Feng liked best.
The more he did this, the more He Feng wanted to break this illusion and quickly return to Shen Zishu's side.
The counterfeit completely freed the horror game system from restricting the replica, and he became somewhat illusory, as if he would disappear at any moment.
"Yeah, I'm still envious." The fake nodded and admitted, "I'm still jealous."
The data of the counterfeit changed rapidly. Huyan Wanji and others who were entrenched in He Feng's spiritual sea of consciousness watched helplessly as the completely opposite string of codes was modified one after another, until it finally became very similar, but very different codes.
"I feel like Xiao 1 has exerted his strength." Hu Yanwanji sighed, "Or maybe the semicolon machine in this instance has also exerted its strength."
"Is the complete form of Brother Shen coming back?" Si Shanyue was a little shocked: "Brother Shen finally regained his former monster form. For you! He turned into a ruthless person~"
He Feng was a little confused. He couldn't see the codes, and even if he saw them he wouldn't understand them. But he felt that this counterfeit was a little different.
He Feng looked at the impostor who was about to disappear and asked, "Where are you going?"
"You will eventually know." The fake replied in a rare good mood: "You will be very familiar with it."
The counterfeit's figure gradually disappeared and completely dissipated into the air.
He aroused He Feng's curiosity. When He Feng was about to die, he thought of those clones. He looked up and saw that the clones looked strange.
After the successful pairing, the clones were like old folks meeting each other, with tears in their eyes, feeling that they had met too late.
He Feng: ...
It can be seen that most of the originals of these clones should be comedians.
"Don't be sentimental." He Feng interrupted them: "Any other questions?"
"Yes!" Jiang Yueyue's copy actively raised her hand: "I didn't want Brother He's autograph from the beginning! So the original should really want it, please, Brother He!"
He Feng had an expression that was hard to describe.
Okay, okay, it can be used this way, right?
"Okay." He Feng waved his hand: "Understood."
The clones did not react excessively. After a period of confusion, they understood what He Feng meant.
Besides, if they dared to have other ideas, they would probably be beaten off by He Feng.
"I believe in Brother He now. My original body wouldn't disbelieve, would it?" A replica murmured, "Really? It would be so embarrassing."
The other clones had the same confusion as me. They started chattering about it, and He Feng wanted to laugh while listening to them.
Dawn was placed on his neck. He Feng closed his eyes, exerted force with his right hand, and the blade slashed across his neck.
Something warm spurted out from his neck, and He Feng spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.
In a trance, he saw the clones running towards him in panic, but no one dared to touch him. He could only lie on the ground, with the noise filling his ears.
His life was slowly slipping away, one second, five seconds, ten seconds.
He was still breathing hard.
The live broadcast room exploded at He Feng's reaction, with question marks and "No way" filling the screen.
The lighted screens slowly dimmed, just like the light in He Feng's eyes.
He Feng is dead.