Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 228 Wu'an City 2: It's fun

The audience who turned back again reluctantly conveyed Shen Zishu's words, and their awkward little appearance made He Feng laugh.

"Understand." He Feng comforted him, "A short separation is better than a new marriage."

Barrage:……

[Although He Ge and Ge Fu are delicious, they are a little too delicious. They caused me indigestion and toothache.]

["Too Good to Eat", "Indigestion", "Toothache"]

[The quotation marks at the beginning of the book are so far away that you don’t need to find the key points!]

The comments started to bicker, but He Feng was enjoying watching the fight. He was wearing a moon-white robe, leaning against a roadside stall, looking lazy and handsome.

The counterfeit who was about to curse on the ground was stunned for a moment. He looked at the young man in front of him and seemed to understand why "he" liked him.

The data code beeped, the original emotion disappeared, and the counterfeit put on a crazy look again.

"Shameless thing! I should have drained you and kicked you out long ago! Damn it! You really think you are...what are you doing! Put the knife down!" The fake screamed in panic, and he desperately kicked his legs to escape: "Ah! Ah! Murder!"

The sharp blade suddenly stabbed into the ground in front of the counterfeit. He Feng squatted down and stared into the counterfeit's eyes without any emotion.

"Don't say anything with this face again." He Feng said calmly. He turned the handle of the knife, and the blade instantly crushed the stones on the ground: "Otherwise I don't mind making you a mute, what do you think?"

The stone broke into two pieces and rolled under him. The counterfeit nodded in fear. The blade would have pierced his eyes if it had moved a little further. This realization frightened him so much that his whole body began to tremble, and his face was quickly covered with tears and snot.

"It's really disgusting." He Feng took back the knife. He rubbed his arms with disgust: "This counterfeit is too fake. You can tell it's fake at a glance. What's the point of making such a counterfeit."

The action of rubbing his arms slowed down, and the expression on He Feng's face became serious. He frowned and finally began to look at the counterfeit on the ground seriously.

Be it the expression, personality or habitual movements, even the details of the hair and the patterns of the clothes are opposite. Even the right-handed person has become left-handed. It is simply the result of the reversal of Shen Zishu's entire personality.

This counterfeit is the exact opposite of Shen Zishu, and it makes He Feng think of something.

Mirror.

He quickly glanced around, but unfortunately Wu'an City was set in ancient times and there was no technology to make glass. The windows of the surrounding shops were all made of wooden frames and no glass, so there was no way to verify He Feng's guess.

"The punch I gave the fake guy, did it have any effect on your Brother Shen?" He Feng narrowed his eyes and asked, "I guess it did."

The comments immediately started talking about the red mark on Shen Zishu's nose. He Feng understood. He picked up the Dawn and shone it on the back of his hand, causing blood to flow.

"Go ahead and let your brother-in-law see if my fake one is injured." The barrage had no time to be surprised before He Feng dismissed them with a few words: "Don't exaggerate."

The live broadcast room moved quickly, and the audience began to complain. Shen Zishu, who got the news, hurriedly observed the back of the hand of the counterfeit "He Feng". It was intact, without any wound, not even a shallow mark.

Shen Zishu frowned and understood what He Feng was thinking.

He naturally saw the difference between the counterfeit and the real person, which means that if the counterfeit is injured, he will also be injured, but if the real person is injured, the counterfeit will not be injured.

Players who participate in this kind of high-level dungeon usually choose to form a team. In this way, since the two of them can encounter each other's impostors, others will definitely encounter impostors of their companions.

What happens if you encounter an imposter? You might kill the imposter, and then the person you are impersonating will be injured.

"I have to say, Xiaobo has so many ways to disgust people." He Feng cursed in disgust. He picked up the fake "Shen Zishu" from the ground and prepared to find a mirror first. "His IQ has never increased, but his ways of disgusting people are endless."

The streets of Wu'an City are bustling with people and NPCs everywhere. They shuttle through the streets, buying and selling goods, chatting about family matters, and seem very relaxed and comfortable, making He Feng look like an alien.

He originally wanted to ask for directions, but the person he asked ran away when he saw him, as fast as a mouse that has encountered a cat.

He Feng was speechless.

"No, am I some kind of monster?" He found another NPC with the fake item in his hand: "Hey! Sister! How about I ask you something!"

The 55-year-old woman with wrinkles all over her face, who was about to run away, stopped when she heard the voice of "sister". She looked around and finally pointed at herself uncertainly: "My lord, you called me?"

"Otherwise! Is there any other beautiful lady like you on this street?" He Feng lied without thinking. Seeing that the woman was not going to run away, he hurried forward, leaned forward slightly, and saluted in a formal manner: "I happened to hear some rumors about the general's mansion. You don't have to tell me who spread it. I am also curious about what those rumors are about."

The woman's face changed, her eyes wandered as she looked towards the end of the street, she trembled and stammered, not daring to make a sound.

"It's okay, sister!" He Feng waved his hand and moved closer with a smile: "Who doesn't have a little curiosity? Just tell me quietly, and I will listen quietly. Anyway, I don't know you, right? There is no way to find you."

"Oh, if it were you, sir, you'd better run!" The woman slapped her thigh and said, "I heard that the higher-ups are sending people to arrest the general..."

The woman stretched out her hand and clenched it into a fist. She looked reluctant, and seeing the young man's ignorant appearance, she couldn't help but give him some more advice: "Sir! You are still young, you have plenty of time to start over, but if this person dies, there will be nothing left."

The woman's words were full of regret, some of which was even directed at the general.

She shook her head, lamenting that the past and the present were far apart.

He Feng responded a few times and watched the woman leave.

The situation is now very clear. Wu'an City is full of rumors about the General's Mansion. So what will happen next?

He Feng was a little curious, so he carried the counterfeit and headed in the direction the woman had subconsciously looked at.

Since he was asking about the rumors about the General's Mansion, the direction that the woman was afraid of must be the General's Mansion, so if they kept walking like this, they would be able to find the General's Mansion.

Sure enough, a magnificent mansion appeared at the next intersection. Above the gate of the mansion hung a plaque with three big characters "General's Mansion" inscribed on it.

These three words are rough and powerful, but they cannot conceal the heroism of the person who wrote them.

As soon as He Feng brought the counterfeit to the door, the soldier guarding the gate recognized him.

"Master He." Wei Jia bowed slightly to He Feng: "The general has been waiting for you for a long time."

Wei Yi on the other side chuckled: "Lord He just likes to wander around, we all know that."

He Feng smiled and greeted the two people, then walked inside carrying the counterfeit goods.

"Oh, Lord He and Lord Shen have such a good relationship." Wei Yi looked at He Feng's back and sighed, "Look! He just walked away!"

Wei Jia's expressionless face showed some disdain: "If you like, I will still praise you like this?"

Wei Yi immediately stood up straight, staring straight ahead without moving, refusing to answer the question.

He Feng heard everything the two people were discussing clearly. Looking at the fake who was tied up and still sobbing, he couldn't tell how they were on good terms.

Does being beaten by him mean that our relationship is good?

Don't quite understand.

"Master He." Hua Luo looked left and right and finally saw the light blue figure and ran over: "Everyone is here, except you and...Master Shen?! What happened!"

"Don't worry about it." He Feng waved his hand: "We had a quarrel."

The counterfeit nodded quickly after receiving He Feng's eye contact and cried pitifully.

Hua Luo felt a little puzzled. Lord He and Lord Shen had always had a good relationship, so why would they have a quarrel?

"He was looking at other men." He Feng started to fool around again: "Then I beat him up. Is that a problem?"

Hua Luo now understood: "He really deserves to be beaten. Sir He, please come this way."

He Feng was happy, he finally understood, even though he had drawn an identity card, the relationship was what it was, so he and the impostor were still a couple in the minds of those NPCs.

It's quite interesting.

It's like an immersive script-killing drama, but the script hasn't been released yet.

Hua Luo led the two of them all the way to the backyard, pushed open the door of the conference room and retreated.

He Feng also untied the fake. He looked at the fake still sobbing and felt even more disgusted: "Don't speak, understand?"

The counterfeit nodded frantically, using body language to tell He Feng that he would definitely not speak.

He Feng was satisfied and took the lead to step into the meeting room.

The long table was already full of people. He Feng casually counted and found that there were 23 people in total, excluding him and the impostor. The one sitting at the top should be the general, and the other 22 should be the other players.

He Feng raised his eyebrows slightly and began to call Hu Yanwanji in his heart: "Come, ask a question, what does this mean."

"No, I'm already like this, how can I still not escape the copy decryption?" Huyan Wanji was somewhat helpless. He sighed: "It means there are probably 24 illusions."

"Yes." He Feng smiled and greeted everyone, then sat down to the left of the general: "So, each player has 23 impostors. The death of one impostor may not cause the death of the player, so what if all 23 impostors die together?"

The general calmly explained the recent rumors in the community. He did not have any special reaction. He was not angry nor panicked. It seemed that he did not care at all.

He Feng was absent from his duties and discussing the whole plot with Huyan Wanji. The other impostors gathered together with different expressions.

Some of them looked like a group, while others seemed to be incompatible. This made He Feng even more curious about what the horror game system wanted to do.

"It took so much effort to separate the players into 24 illusions, so why not just play the show properly, but instead tell the players directly that they are in an illusion?" He Feng tapped his fingertips on the table in order, he lifted his chin and tilted his head to look at the general in the upper position: "This general should have his own thoughts."

"Should be." Huyan Wangji scanned the general, "His data is similar to ours, which means he should also be a human."

"Tell me something interesting." He Feng interrupted the general. He stretched and leaned back in his chair. "For example, who is the traitor?"

As soon as this question was asked, it instantly attracted the attention of the counterfeits. They all turned their heads to look at him, as if they were all very curious about the answer to this question.

"What do you think, Lord He?" The general was also a little curious. He looked at He Feng: "What would you do?"

"Good question." He Feng clapped his hands. "Do you have a mirror? Any material is fine. I want a big one."

The general waved his hand and agreed.

The servants quickly received the order and moved a bronze mirror to the yard. He Feng, the general and the impostors stood in front of the mirror.

The counterfeits were all very confused. They discussed in low voices and reviewed themselves in front of the bronze mirror one by one.

The counterfeit "Shen Zishu" was the third to last person standing in front of the bronze mirror. He looked at his blurry self in the mirror, as if he saw something, and was a little dazed.

"Okay, next." He Feng pushed the person away. He stood in front of the bronze mirror, looked into the mirror, and said "Oh".

The counterfeits were surprised and raised their weapons at He Feng.

The servants were all terrified and screamed when they saw that there was nothing in the bronze mirror.

"He's a monster!" an imposter shouted, "Let's go! Take him down first!"

Other counterfeits responded one after another, but only the counterfeit "Shen Zishu" remained standing there, staring blankly at himself in the bronze mirror.

"What about you? Aren't you going to take action?" He Feng called out to the fake "Shen Zishu" with some curiosity. "What are you looking at?"

"See what kind of person can stand by your side." "Shen Zishu" suddenly chuckled: "I think I understand."

This smile reminded He Feng of the real Shen Zishu, and he suddenly felt confused. However, those presumptuous counterfeits had already rushed over, so He Feng had no choice but to take action.

"I'll try to knock you out with one punch." He Feng moved his arms. He didn't even draw his Dawn and went straight to the counterfeiters, punching them one by one with a very rhythmic sense: "It's quite fun."

Comments from those who watched the whole process: …?

Well, it does look fun to kill them one by one with one punch.

He Feng defeated all 22 impostors in less than a minute.

One stacked on top of another, the piles together are very spectacular.

He clapped his hands, looked at the fainted counterfeits with his hands on his hips and laughed wildly.

"Hahahaha! I'm still as good as ever!" He Feng was very proud, "Oh, so handsome."

The only fake "Shen Zishu" still standing applauded him vigorously.

He Feng raised his hand and pressed it down: "This is nothing."

After saying that, he looked at the general who didn't react at all.

"Okay, now we can talk."