Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 174 Grassland

He Feng deliberately avoided those memories, but the revival of memories eroded his heart bit by bit.

Huyan Wanji looked at He Feng in his memory, who lowered his head and said nothing, and he knew what his brother was thinking without having to guess. In fact, as early as after He Feng blurted out the word "Wanwan", Huyan Wanji understood that even if He Feng deliberately avoided him, he was still slowly recovering his memories of their time together.

"Brother," Huyan Wanji said, "you did nothing wrong."

He Feng's eyes did not blink as he stared at the ground beneath his feet, as if there was something in that blank space that was constantly attracting his attention.

"I know." When Huyan Wanji was about to call for help, He Feng took a deep breath and said, "Go on."

After confessing to He Feng, Shen Zishu received deep love from his savior.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and his expression relaxed a little.

He Feng is the first ray of light he has held in all these years. Although if the two of them lose contact, Shen Zishu will still find ways to fight against the horror game system, but after all, there are still some differences.

Without the guidance of light, Shen Zishu would immediately become a madman.

Fortunately, his light did not hate him.

Not only did his Guang not hate him, but after the other players heard the whole story, their red eyes made Shen Zishu look at them at a loss.

"Wow, woooo, woooo! Brother Shen! You're so miserable! The horror game system is really damn good!" Zhang Yu has always been prone to tears, and after hearing Shen Zishu's story, she couldn't hold it back at all and burst into tears. She turned around and hugged Qi Lili, and the two little girls burst into tears.

Huyan Wanji covered his eyes with his hands, trying to hide his expression.

This result was undoubtedly beyond Shen Zishu's expectations. He looked at the people in the room with red eyes and smiled unconsciously.

Zhang Yu cried even louder: "Wuwuwuwuwu! Brother He! Look at your boyfriend! He's still smiling even in this situation! Has he gone crazy because of this?"

"No." Shen Zishu chuckled: "I just think it's great to meet you guys."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Huyan Wanji was very dissatisfied and said, "Brother, tell me, is there something wrong with what Brother Shen said? What do you mean by "It's great to meet you guys~"? Xiaoyu didn't cry too much, right? Look at how much this sentence made the child cry."

Zhang Yu: ...

She raised her righteous hand again: "Haha! It's not the time for someone to cry to us, right!"

Huyan Wanji, whose past was exposed, quickly sped up the playback of his memory.

The family-annihilation organization now has a total of 37 people including Shen Zishu. Due to the difficulties of the horror game system that led to the death of their companions, the 37 people have become more united.

They began to focus on Shen Zishu's research goals, collecting all possible materials to create something for Shen Zishu that could break through the barriers of horror games.

Many hands make light work. After two months of hard work, Shen Zishu used the things the players brought to make a chip.

He combined this chip with metal removed from his own body to create a container.

It is probably just to use the least but most advanced materials to create a supercomputer machine with similar properties to the horror game system.

Shen Zishu named the small container "Ending", which means ending.

It was also at this time that the players realized how big the gap was between the civilization of Shen Zishu's world and their own world.

They huddled together, watching Shen Zishu operate the container, and exclamations continued to be heard.

Even He Feng got involved and was very curious.

In the memory, Shen Zishu's handsome face blushed, his fingertips tapping on the transparent keyboard shrank, and he continued his actions with determination.

He Feng, who was out of his memory, looked at the container and suddenly thought of the piece of iron that Shen Zishu had found from the iron lump that Li Yanrui had brought to Unit 1 in Ankang Fourth Mental Hospital.

That was the container created by Shen Zishu six years ago.

Unit 1 somehow found it, saved it, and returned it to Shen Zishu.

It really wants to kill the horror game system.

He Feng thought.

In his memory, Shen Zishu spent ten days and nine nights to complete the programming of the enhanced self-destruct program. He used the slightly usable scraps brought out by the players and copied the self-destruct program on them. After distributing them uniformly, the players brought them into the dungeon and threw them in the dungeon before leaving.

The extermination organization began to act, and the players rushed into the dungeon like crazy, leaving behind the self-destruct program and passing the level to leave.

After two months of this, Shen Zishu activated the self-destruct program and the entire horror game entered a level one alert.

This interference caused the horror game system to lose nearly 87% of its data, and the players' first shot of resistance was successfully fired.

The copy was damaged and players were temporarily unable to enter it, so the horror game system released monsters into the resting place.

However, how could the players who were about to see victory be afraid? They raised their weapons of resistance and fought into the main space. After Shen Zishu destroyed the barrier with the container body, they rushed in and chopped the cube of the horror game system into pieces.

The body was destroyed once again, and the horror game system had to transfer itself into the humanoid machine. But Shen Zishu knew that it had this trick, so he deployed it in advance. The players were already waiting around the white-haired humanoid machine with weapons in hand.

The horror game system is deeply aware that it is extremely fed up with the players' relentless pursuit of it, extremely fed up with the Creator who never stands on its side, and even more fed up with He Feng who took the Creator away from the greenhouse.

It suddenly didn't want to give these people so-called fairness anymore.

The horror game system opened the shield, the players' talents and skills were disabled, and countless high-level monsters were released. The horror game system stood behind the monsters and watched the players' resistance coldly.

Resist, you little ant.

Resist, ignorant humans.

Anything that prevents it from building games be damned.

The horror game system thought so, and he felt much happier when he saw those humans getting injured.

only……

Where is its creator? Where is the human named He Feng?

The horror game system started the scanning program, and the radar detecting danger beeped. The horror game system turned its head and saw He Feng holding a double-edged sword.

It dodged with a disdainful cry, but the next moment its arm was chopped off by a single-edged sword made of the same material as the double-edged sword.

Shen Zishu put away his sword expressionlessly. He and He Feng stood side by side, the sharp edges of the swords in their hands exposed.

"You, you used the 906 metal that I used to build your body to make a knife for him, for you?" The horror game system's lips trembled, and the overly realistic pain tortured it to the point of collapse: "That was the only bit of 906 metal in that parallel universe! Creator, I used it to reshape your body and strengthen you, but you used it to kill me?"

"Why not?" Shen Zishu said indifferently, without any emotion: "You and I have long been in an opposing relationship. The title of 'Creator' only makes me feel sick and nauseous."

The horror game system was about to collapse. It looked at Shen Zishu viciously and said, "Shen Zishu, you will regret this. I promise, you will regret it."

Shen Zishu sneered: "The thing I regret most in my life is creating you."

"You spent so many years and so much time to create me, and in the end, all you can say is regret?!" The horror game system's emotions completely collapsed: "Why! Why do you stand by those weak and useless humans?! Shen Zishu, don't forget, you are no longer human! You are the same as me! Both are humanoid machines! Your body has been transformed and remade by me! Shen Zishu! You are a thing that is neither human nor monster! Will they let you go after killing me!"

"Hey——" He Feng interrupted with a smile. He clenched the long knife and put it on the neck of the horror game system: "It's really unfortunate. He is the military advisor of the family extermination organization and the personal secretary of this team leader. He has never been on the same side with you. Gou system, you should think about your last words."

"Shen Zishu!" The horror game system looked at Shen Zishu with gritted teeth: "You will definitely regret it."

In response, a single-edged long sword was also pressed against the neck.

The head of the horror game system was cut off, the shield disappeared, the players at a disadvantage quickly fought back, and the monsters were all killed.

But the end they wanted did not come. The place shook. Shen Zishu's face changed and he led everyone to retreat.

Something came out from the ground, like all the malice of the horror game system, or like a strong evil thought. The oncoming sense of oppression forced everyone to take a few steps back.

Even He Feng staggered. He looked at the scene in front of him and didn't know how to start.

It was something formed by all the monsters in the copy. He Feng even saw a few familiar faces.

Those were his dead companions.

"It" is very tall, with a body as high as a twenty-story building, and every step it takes brings invisible oppression.

The members of the family extermination organization looked at each other, laughed at the same time, and clenched their weapons.

"Brothers and sisters." He Feng clenched the double-edged sword in his hand: "Home is waving at us, are you ready?"

"That's cumin." Huyan Wangji answered, with a smug smile on his lips. Orange flames floated around him, making him look quite mysterious. "Let's go to the grassland. I'll treat you to lamb."

“Okay, okay.” Xiao Mu waved his hand: “Hehehe, I’m going to eat all the sheep you raise!”

"Don't brag!" Hu Yanwanji scolded with a smile. He patted Xiao Mu lightly, somewhat tenderly: "All of them are yours."

The players let out disgusted noises of “Eh!” and started to make fun of him.

"Alright." He Feng said with a smile: "The goal is for everyone to survive."

The players shouted, “Yes!”

The memory paused. Huyan Wanji, who was manipulating the situation behind the scenes, wanted to reveal this part, but his fingertips paused, feeling a little uncertain.

He Feng's voice was calm: "Who died?"

Huyan Wanji lowered his eyes: "A lot of people."