Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 227 Wu'an City 1. He misses you~

At 14:30 in the afternoon on Player Island, the biological clock gently struck the gong of He Feng who was soundly sleeping. He Feng turned over in annoyance and continued to sleep.

It was not too late, so Shen Zishu did not rush to call He Feng. He waited another half an hour before pulling him out of the quilt.

At 15:18, everyone gathered in the living room. They all looked energetic, and He Feng felt relieved.

He opened the panel, looked at the remaining people and chuckled: "The goal is to destroy the copy and everyone passes it without any damage."

"Got it!" Qian Youlin, who had completely rested, was very excited: "Let's see which group is the fastest!"

“Okay!” Sheng Nancheng hugged Lu Ming tightly and said, “The first place on Kuguamian’s face wasn’t won for nothing!”

"Let's compete." He Feng was very confident: "I will definitely be first this time."

Wang Wang was about to say something, but his "Peek" made a buzzing sound, so Wang Wang shut up.

I always feel that if he said "You can't get first place if you say that", his brother would beat him.

So he'd better shut up.

"Amu, look after the house." He Feng waved at Xiao Mu: "Wait for us to come back."

"Got it." Xiao Mu didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Where can I run to? You guys hurry up and leave."

Black holes tore open one after another, and everyone in the living room was dragged in. The originally lively environment suddenly became quiet.

Duan Qiuran patted Xiao Mu's shoulder, and Xiao Mu smiled back at her.

In fact, he didn't feel anything. It was so nice to be able to be lazy. He had been coveting the lounge chair in the backyard for a long time, so he had to lie down there quickly.

Besides, he can’t run away, and He Feng can’t run away either. Can the horror game system defeat him, Brother He?

Xiao Mu didn't believe it.

So, he can be said to have started his retirement life ahead of time.

"So let's have a hotpot tonight." Xiao Mu suggested sincerely: "I saw Brother Shen left some spareribs."

Duan Qiuran laughed: "Okay, let's eat the stew."

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"Instance name: Wu'an City

Number of players in the instance: 23.5

Grade: Super high

Difficulty: ☆☆☆☆☆☆

Customs clearance rate: 6.4%

Player main task 1: Find the traitor in the general's mansion

Our main mission 2: Stop the general from taking revenge"

The familiar feeling of dizziness disappeared, and my ears suddenly became very noisy.

It was like a lot of people gathered together and whispered.

"Hey! Aunt Li! Have you heard? Things are going to change in the general's mansion!" A woman with a scarf wrapped around her head not far away grabbed another woman and chattered: "I heard that the general rebelled...! You know it!"

Aunt Li opened her eyes wide, covered the woman's mouth with her hands and whispered a few words into her ear. The woman immediately began to tremble.

The two of them looked at He Feng together, nodded and bowed, then quickly ran away.

He Feng nodded in understanding. He looked at his attire. Well, three layers inside and three layers outside, it was ancient clothing. This meant he must be from the General's Mansion.

Role-playing, right? It's fun, he can do it.

The live broadcast room was opened after He Feng entered the copy. The audience who received the reminder quickly rushed in, all of them were surprised.

[? He Ge, why are you guys in another dungeon? Didn’t we just finish a dungeon?]

[That’s right, I haven’t even entered the dungeon yet, and He Ge has already entered the dungeon.]

[Brother He, it’s okay to take a break. You don’t have to work too hard.]

"Don't you think the boss in the last instance was a wimp?" He Feng found it funny. "I don't know why he is showing off. He is so wimpy, but he pretends to be awesome. I feel bad for him."

[Duan Ganze: This is a ginseng rooster.]

[Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha! ]

[Speaking of which, Brother He, why do you always draw this kind of book? It’s really hard to deal with.]

"What's so difficult?" He Feng raised his eyebrows. He turned around and showed off the silk and satin on his body: "Look at this fabric, look at this texture, I must be rich this time."

The comments were all silent. They sighed and were reluctant to tell the truth to attack He Feng.

Wu'an City, this copy also has identity cards. If there is one identity card, you will definitely die.

This person's identity card is a staff member of the General's Mansion, or a military advisor. He is the one who died the fastest in the entire dungeon plot.

He Feng's attire, plus the badge on his waist, told everyone that he was the aide.

A staff member who is doomed to die.

He Feng fell silent after learning the news.

He asked himself in his heart, if his luck value was not -70, would he not have drawn this identity?

The answer is no.

He Feng directly launched a set of military boxing at the air in front of him.

Even if his luck value is not -70, it is still 0! He must get this identity card!

"Is luck that important?" After finishing a set of punches, He Feng put his hands on his hips and shouted at the barrage: "What's wrong with being certain to die? I just want to live!"

"What are you yelling about?"

An angry voice was heard, He Feng turned his head and saw a look of disgust on his face, uh, Shen Zishu?

He Feng: Not sure, let’s wait and see.

He rubbed his eyes and walked around this "Shen Zishu" several times, but found no clues.

He looked puzzled and grinned at "Shen Zishu": "Dude, you are here to make people laugh, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? How many times have I told you not to yell? Where's your self-control? Where's your upbringing?" The fake kept on chattering: "I just can't stand this about you. I should have known earlier, ugh!"

He Feng was happy after punching the other person on the nose. He talked to Huyan Wanji and asked how the live broadcast room got to Shen Zishu.

"In the Weeping Madonna, Dino changed the permissions of the live broadcast room so that Brother Shen could also see the live broadcast room and operate it." Huyan Wanji tapped his head: "In the last instance, you lost your memory and were too immersed in the play. The live broadcast room was beyond your acceptance. In short, you didn't want to see the live broadcast room, so the live broadcast room went to Brother Shen."

"Oh." He Feng understood. He took out a rope and tied up the fake first, then began to direct the live broadcast: "Go play with your brother-in-law. Remember to tell him that I miss him."

Before the audience in the live broadcast room could react, the perspective suddenly changed.

It turned into Shen Zishu with red eyes and an impostor He Feng.

"You really annoy me. I don't know how I tolerated you before." "He Feng" gritted his teeth and said in disgust: "So can you please get out of here?"

Shen Zishu stared at the counterfeit in front of him without blinking.

He knew it was fake, and he knew He Feng would never say such a thing to him, but he was still sad.

His heart ached so much that it felt numb, and Shen Zishu didn't know how to start.

The scene in front of them suddenly lit up. The audience who were sent here in packages started to curse the fake guy and then hurried to coax Shen Zishu.

[Don’t be sad, Gefu. Hege asked us to tell you that he misses you~]

[Brother, just now my brother He directly punched that fake of yours. I am really dying of laughter, hahahaha!]

[Goff, Goff, why is your nose red? What the hell?]

The vines that emerged from the soil wrapped around the counterfeit. Shen Zishu's fingertips pointed at the sentence "He misses you" in the barrage, and he didn't move for a long time.

"I miss you too." Shen Zishu smiled and said, "I love you too."

Did nothing, just showing off a mouthful of dog food for no reason:...