Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 180 Pain

To be honest, when seeing Brother Shen pouring out his true feelings, Huyan Wanji felt that this time, Brother Shen would have to coax him for nine minutes and fifty-nine seconds.

It's stuck at the point where they will lose.

But at the end of the memory, Brother Shen actually blew himself up while holding the little cube.

Just a snap, and the person is gone.

how to say.

"You're dead." Huyan Wanji said to Shen Zishu with certainty, "Brother Shen, you're going to lose this bet."

The vines that covered the room began to grow again, blocking out the last bit of sunlight.

Shen Zishu closed his eyes and hummed, sounding a bit self-destructive.

Huyan Wanji sighed.

Even if he was beaten to death, then resurrected, and then beaten to death again, he could never have imagined that his brother Shen would dare to self-destruct.

"you……"

"56 lives." Shen Zishu seemed to know what Hu Yanwanji wanted to ask. He said calmly, "I have to do something to live up to those people."

Only then can you climb out of the abyss of self-blame.

Shen Zishu lowered his eyebrows, his expression obscure and unclear: "But it seems that I haven't done anything."

Therefore, he will always be trapped in the abyss of self-blame, missing the glory of the savior all the time.

In the room, Shen Zishu was in a low mood. The fingers he placed on He Feng's side turned white from the force and were almost trembling, but he did not hurt the young man at all.

Huyan Wanji turned around and began to persuade He Feng: "Brother, I feel that my brother Shen is also in a difficult situation. Look, why don't you stop being angry?"

"Have you read my memory of when I just returned to the real world?" He Feng said calmly: "If you haven't read it, read it and play it."

Huyan Wanji: ...

A warm reminder from the Life Achievement System: Host He Feng's anger value is 100~

However, they did not know what He Feng remembered after he returned to the real world. They should have been in standby mode at that time.

Since his brother said so, it means that this memory is very important. It would be a waste not to read it anyway.

The warm white space began to flow, and the seven people in the achievement system were very happy and ready to go.

Then they stopped laughing.

Before He Feng was pulled into the horror game, he was in his parents' cemetery. Now that he has come out of the horror game, he is naturally in the cemetery as well.

The young man fell out of the black hole in mid-air and fell to the ground. Maybe because of the headache, the young man curled up on the ground, covering his head and shaking constantly.

The corners of He Feng's lips curled up slightly outside of his memory. He raised his chin and ordered, "Invite the guy named Shen to watch together."

Huyan Wanji and seven others: ...

Haha, it looks like their Brother Shen is doomed this time~

The memory paused. There was a figure beside He Feng. He did not turn around but said calmly: "Continue."

Huyan Wanji felt a little reluctant, but he was very sorry. Compared to Brother Shen, he could not afford to offend his brother.

The memory continued to play, and the trembling young man on the ground relaxed for a while. He stood up blankly and looked at the tombstone in front of him, tears suddenly flowed down.

“Who are you?” The young man’s emotions suddenly collapsed. He knocked his head against the ground again and again, and his tears quickly soaked a small area of ​​the floor. “Why are you crying? Why are you crying? My heart hurts so much, it hurts so much! It hurts so much!”

Shen Zishu took a few steps forward, forcing himself to watch the young man collapse almost like a masochist.

A small bloodstain suddenly appeared on the floor tile, and Shen Zishu turned his head away.

"Does it look good?" The voice of He Feng outside the memory was indifferent. He looked at the mentally collapsed self in the memory and asked with a smile: "Do you like it?"

"He Feng!" Shen Zishu's tone was a little anxious, the corners of his eyes were red, and his chest was rising and falling violently, but the moment he met the young man's eyes, his arrogance disappeared, leaving only dejection: "Don't say it, don't say it."

"Why don't you tell me?" He Feng gritted his teeth. He took two steps forward and grabbed Shen Zishu's collar. "I admit that you don't recognize my parents, but do you know the feeling of having a numb heartache but not being able to remember anything? Yes! You died bravely! What about me! If you can destroy the horror game system, will I never remember knowing you in this life? Do you dare to say that there is no line in the code you typed that is about what you will do after you succeed? Do you dare to say it!"

Of course Shen Zishu didn't dare to say it.

He made the decision to self-destruct almost at the same time as the "risky" plan was decided.

After he succeeds, the young man naturally won't need to come back. In this case, Shen Zishu will definitely set up procedures in this regard.

It's very simple. First of all, Shen Zishu can ensure that after the chip in He Feng's brain stops working, it will have almost no impact on his life and body.

So, if he really destroyed the horror game system and shut down the horror game, the chip would also stop working, and He Feng's memory would slowly recover, with a 98% probability that He Feng would not be unable to sleep afterwards.

If he hadn't destroyed the horror game system, the "Danger" plan would have continued and everything would have gone on as normal.

"You are a liar."

This time, He Feng cried first compared to Shen Zishu.

The young man's eyes were red and he looked extremely aggrieved.

"Have you ever thought that if it didn't save you, even if I returned to the game and remembered everything..." He Feng choked up a little: "56 lives, Shen Zishu, and then add you, and Fu Hua, it will be 58. You let me face all this alone, you really can't bear it."

"So what does the phrase 'going home' in 'Peeking into the World' actually mean?" He Feng's lips trembled. He let go of Shen Zishu's collar and leaned weakly on his shoulder: "So many lives, so many deaths."

The young man choked up and said, "Or, you have been refreshed repeatedly? Or, I have been unable to fall asleep for five years?"

"Not being able to sleep is really torturous. Including the 14 days in the hospital, I hadn't closed my eyes for 29 days. To be honest, I can't remember anything. I vaguely felt that there was something in my brain that was preventing me from falling asleep, so I wanted to dig that thing out."

"You know, people in the hospital say I'm a weirdo without any memory. When the relevant departments come to investigate me, they're curious about how I disappeared for a year and reappeared. My answer is always that I can't remember."

The scene of his companion's self-destruction reappeared in his mind, and He Feng closed his eyes tiredly.

He thought of Lou Yang, the first person to self-destruct. He remembered that this young man ran very fast and was able to safely dodge every time he was beaten.

But that time he couldn't run away, nor did he intend to run away.

After being threatened, Lou Yang smiled at He Feng and chose to self-destruct without saying a word.

"Brother, why am I running so fast? It's because your iron fist hurts too much!"

How could someone who was so afraid of pain have the heart to self-destruct? He Feng didn't understand.

He thought of Pei Xiazhi's determined back, walking away step by step, following in his lover's footsteps and knocking on the door of death.

He thought of Xiaochun, who laughed twice in a particularly cocky manner before he died, and chose to self-destruct amid He Feng's roar.

He thought of the backs of his companions as they went to their deaths, the feeling of the morning light shining on his face through Huyan Wanji's body, and the back of Shen Zishu as he pushed him away bit by bit.

"I sent a man out, I sent him home."

When they were in the dead city, what Shen Zishu said came to mind. He Feng clenched his teeth and didn't let the sob escape.

Is this memory painful?

Of course it hurts, so much so that He Feng can hardly open his eyes.

"So, when you saw Sister Ning, Weiwei, and Xiaochun." He Feng took a deep breath: "What exactly was your mood?"

Shen Zishu's eyelashes trembled.

This topic seemed heavier than He Feng's memory.

Even Huyan Wanji and the others couldn't face them.

Companions who had died appeared in the dungeon, and, like Yu Qiming, had been killed countless times by those players. Countless corpses piled up into a mountain of corpses, and the mountain of corpses turned into a BOSS.

How could they not be sad.

"How did you raise your sword?" He Feng held Shen Zishu's hand. "You recovered your memory in the Dead City, right?"

He Feng guessed correctly.

Shen Zishu's amnesia was caused by the horror game system forcibly tampering with Shen Zishu's action pattern through data.

His second attempt at self-destruction still failed. The horror game system seemed to have some obsession with him and resurrected him again.

The little cube looked at its creator, with only intense hatred in its heart.

He built a dead city for Shen Zishu, wanting to make Shen Zishu fall into endless despair.

It could not anticipate the damage to Shen Zishu's brain. After all, Shen Zishu had never given up on stopping Jiang Wei and the other two.

Shen Zishu lost his memory and walked in darkness and despair for five years, until the door of the City of Death opened for He Feng. Shen Zishu once again met the god who saved him from the Eternal Kingdom six years ago.

It seems that they always have an irresistible affection for each other, and even if they lose their memories, they will fall in love at first sight.

In the dead city at that time, He Feng could not bear the throbbing in his heart. Shen Zishu looked at this young man who made his world brighter and his heart beat again. His memory quietly revived after he woke up one day.

And his savior can save everyone this time.

"I said it before." Shen Zishu kissed He Feng's forehead: "I will be your sharpest blade, and I will help you clear everything in the road ahead."

"But there is always a chance of something happening." He Feng's voice was filled with exhaustion: "What if the horror game system didn't put me in the dead city? What if I didn't take you out of the dead city? What if I killed you in the end?"

"So after entering the dead city, I bet that you would fall in love with me again, that you would be soft-hearted and rescue me from the dungeon, and that I would definitely remember you. I won, right?" Shen Zishu chuckled, his eyes a little wet: "My savior will never let me lose to the horror game system."

"Just like I will stand by your side from the first time I see you, I am also betting that I will fall in love with you again. I will drown in the glory of the savior and welcome the victory with the savior."

"My dear, you never let me lose to the horror game system, so I won't let you lose either. So when I cut you, I will be sad and heartbroken, but I won't hesitate."

"Because you are by my side, my savior will always favor me."