Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 296: Infernal Hell 5: Believers whose faith has been lost cannot survive

Cui Xue, who fell first, began to twitch unconsciously due to her rising body temperature. He Feng took out the only remaining bottle of red potion from his backpack.

This is a life potion, and its effect is so powerful that it can instantly bring a dying person back to the world.

Shen Zishu had a total of five bottles. Two of them were not enough to save his teammates, and the remaining three were given to He Feng. He used one bottle to save the crying boy, and gave another bottle to the crying boy just in case. He Feng only had one bottle left, which meant he could only save one person now.

The red potion became extremely heavy at this moment. He Feng stared at the potion for two seconds and immediately bought a large jar from the mall.

Countless healing potions plus version were poured in. As the jar was slowly filled up, He Feng opened the lid of the red potion and poured it in carefully and slowly.

Just hold on for a while longer, if he wants to rescue them he will kill all of them at once.

After taking the healing potion mixed with life potion, Cui Xue indeed became a little more sober.

She opened her eyes very weakly, and had the strength to joke with He Feng: "Brother, I just saw the King of Hell. He told me that you didn't let me die, so he kicked me back. The strength and posture were exactly the same as yours. Tell me the truth, did you find a part-time job in the underworld?"

This made He Feng laugh. He flicked the little girl's forehead with his finger and said, "No, I am the King of Hell. Go to sleep."

"Brother, don't put all the responsibility on yourself." Cui Xue was confused, but she insisted on persuading He Feng: "Listen to me, a few lives are nothing, we have let it go a long time ago, really."

"Look, the kid is delirious because of the fever." He Feng tucked Cui Xue in, "Go to sleep. I'm here. What are you worrying about? Can I kill you? Absolutely not."

All the players were called back and sat down in rows one by one. They didn't quite understand what He Feng meant and looked up at the savior.

"Okay." He Feng took out the familiar chainsaw: "Brother is going to play for a while, do you have any objections?"

The players seemed to understand what He Feng meant. They cheered and saw He Feng off to the battle.

The motor of the chainsaw roared, and at the same time a fishy and sweet taste rushed up to Shen Zishu's throat. He suddenly tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Creator." Shen Zhu greeted Shen Zishu in code: "It's better for you to kill him yourself than to be tortured to death by me, right?"

The code was washed away, Shen Zishu looked indifferent. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips and politely declined Ximen Wei's concern.

"You keep busy." His fingertips danced on the keyboard. Shen Zishu took a deep breath and used the most brutal method to fight the horror game system: "I can't die."

Ximen Wei wanted to say something, but when she met Shen Zishu's gaze, she couldn't utter the words.

"If nothing happens to him, nothing will happen to me." Shen Zishu comforted him, "Don't worry, I will never end up here."

Ximen Wei agreed, she walked a few steps away and prayed from the bottom of her heart that the savior and his believers must not fall here.

The monsters born in the hell have no life and no consciousness. They are just a string of dispensable data. They obey the command of the horror game system, are born, sprint, and finally die.

This resulted in these monsters having no anger, and "raising a tiger to cause trouble" was unable to absorb anger points. Xiao Jiu also had no way to grow stronger by devouring these monsters. He Feng's two greatest killing moves were put in a restricted cage.

The horror game system really set up a dead end for He Feng. No matter whether he took a step forward or a step back, he couldn't find a way to succeed.

The copy time is 20:00.

The hell of endless suffering was still bloody. On the red soil, countless body parts surrounded He Feng. He stood quietly among the corpses of those monsters, gently wiping the blood off the long knife.

He had stuffed the chainsaw into his backpack half an hour ago. It was too clumsy. Although powerful, it was not practical.

Those monsters without any consciousness were still being produced continuously. He Feng's chest rose and fell gently, without any sign of disorder. There were some bloodstains on his face, making his face look a little pale.

"It can temporarily suppress the difference in magnetic field." Hu Yanwangji looked at the monsters that could not be killed and killed and said, "You might have a headache."

"Already here." He Feng's voice was a little hoarse, his temples aching like every time before, he squinted his eyes and was a little irritated: "I'm annoyed."

"Brother Shen has sent away 13 more players, but." Hearing Shen Zishu's words of dissuasion, Huyan Wanji pursed his lips and said bluntly, "Brother Shen is not in good health."

The long sword cut through the sky but because the holder was emotionally disturbed, it deviated from its original direction and failed to cut off the monster's head directly. Instead, it cut open the monster's crown. He Feng took two steps back before avoiding the monster's claws.

"Tell the truth." He Feng dodged the giant python's attack and stabbed it hard: "He doesn't dare to stop you."

"I'm vomiting blood. The Gou system is targeting you two." Hu Yanwanji quickly said what he had discovered: "We don't know Brother Shen's physical condition, but the only thing we can confirm is that he won't die."

Everyone knew why he couldn't die. It was just that the horror game system wanted to keep Shen Zishu alive.

Then, whether they would be locked up in a new dead city or completely transformed, they had no idea.

The seven inches of the giant python were pierced by the long knife. It wailed and struggled, and finally died with its eyes open. There were several giant python corpses around He Feng, but they were all products of copy and paste from the horror game system.

The smelly blood splashed on He Feng's face. A familiar voice sounded, and Shen Zhu's tone now only showed confidence of victory.

"You will die, he will die, and all of you will die." Shen Zhu said with a smile: "Let's make a deal. I'll give you a chance to kill me, okay?"

"I won't die, he won't die, and no one will die." He Feng said calmly, and took another monster's head with a backhand knife: "I can kill it without you giving it to me."

Shen Zhu seemed to have heard a huge joke. He laughed happily and clapped his hands in a very joyful mood.

"He Feng, my savior, you must know that human hearts are the most difficult thing to control in this world." Shen Zhu said nonchalantly: "Just like Fu Shi, didn't he also deceive you? It's a pity that he is a waste and he still couldn't kill you in the end."

"Don't mention his name." He Feng lowered his voice, and the black and red mist spread, swallowing up all the monsters that approached: "You will die in my hands, I promise."

"Hahahahahaha!" Shen Zhu slapped the table hard. He laughed wildly and happily. In the end, some physiological tears came into his eyes. He suppressed his smile and said, "Well, let's give it a try."

In the endless hell, a huge screen appeared in the red sky, covering half of the sky. Shen Zhu's face appeared on the screen. He looked at the weak players inside the city wall and chuckled.

"Loyal horror game players! Now you have a chance to survive." Shen Zhu raised his hand and pointed at He Feng who was fighting the monster: "As long as you give up on him, I will grant you a way to survive and promise to close the hell forever. Think about it, using one life to exchange for so many lives, what a good deal, isn't it?"

"When you used the word 'cost-effective' to describe life, you showed us that no matter how you change, you are just a machine after all." Shang Wuwang said expressionlessly. He had a cooling patch with cartoon patterns on his head, which looked very contrasting. "You rubbish, get out of here."

The players all echoed the sentiment, and finally shouted in unison, "Garbage, get out!" and even raised their middle fingers in unison.

Shen Zhu looked calm. He knew what humans were like. He knew that only when they were on the verge of death would these people kneel down and beg him devoutly to spare their lives.

"You ignorant bastards." Shen Zhu stood up. "Just hang on as long as you can. I'm waiting for you to burst into tears and confess in front of me when you can't hold on any longer."

The giant screen disappeared and the players cheered.

Different from the existing copies before, this new copy created by him is not only aimed at He Feng and Shen Zishu, but also includes the thing that can block him in the target list. After countless attempts, Shen Zhu was finally able to peek into the situation of the copy.

Shen Zhu watched every move of the players. He looked at the crowd cheering, the smile on He Feng's lips, and then looked at Shen Zishu who was still cracking the copy without paying any attention to him. He found it really boring.

It seemed a little quiet around him. Shen Zhu lowered his eyes and thought of Unit 10.

The semicolon machine that was deprived of its emotional system and even had its core bound.

Come on, try to betray me again.

Shen Zhu sneered. Except for Unit 1, the other nine units were so proud of the lives they had received from him.

If it wasn't for the sake of survival, would he have created these things?

how can that be possible.

One excellent person like him is enough, there is no need for other defective products to replace him.

No matter how many times it has seen it, Unit 1 always has something sad to say to such an arrogant host. Its plan with Fu Shi has been prepared perfectly, and it will soon usher in the end of its life.

It really makes people, no, it really makes the machine feel happy.

The data and program were cracked by 13%. Shen Zishu raised his head and wiped the blood from his nose.

There are 463 players left in the copy, a speed that Shen Zishu has achieved at the risk of his life.

The magnetic field is different, and the modified mechanical bodies in his body seem to be particularly sensitive. It's not fatal, but it will just slow him down.

Eight hours had passed since the players entered the dungeon. He Feng fought the monsters alone for three hours, and Shen Zishu spent six hours continuously cracking the dungeon.

The players who had already rested stood on the city wall. They bought a loud speaker and shouted to He Feng: "Brother! Come back! Don't get too tired! We are ready! We can fight!"

The rise and fall of He Feng's chest was no longer as smooth as before. He let out a breath, and his hand holding the long sword was still steady.

Seeing that He Feng ignored him, Shang Wuwang sighed and hugged Dababa and went into battle: "Are you coming back or not? If you don't come back, I will kiss my brother-in-law!"

As he finished speaking, He Feng's hands, which had not shaken at all during the three hours of chopping monsters, began to tremble visibly.

"As long as you come back, Brother Fu will be safe!" Shang Wuwang was still shouting, "If you don't come back, Brother Fu, that would be a good deal for us!"

Huyan Wanji was amused by Shang Wuwang: "Go back, Brother He, and see, I am threatening you with your life."

He Feng was also somewhat helpless. He put away his knife and returned to the city wall: "It's lawless now, isn't it?"

“Hehehe.” Shang Wuwang bowed to He Feng in a flattering manner, and then commanded the team to charge: “External members of the extermination organization, move out!”

"It's hard to hear you say that." He Feng chuckled, "I wanted to say it a long time ago. I didn't say I didn't acknowledge you."

Shang Wuwang looked up to the sky and shouted: "Hahaha! The boss has recognized us! Guys! Charge!"

He Feng laughed and nodded at Ximen Wei.

"Who would have thought that the fever has reached 39 degrees." Ximen Wei exclaimed: "Look, this lively one."

He Feng turned back suddenly: "How much?!"

A minute later, Shang Wuwang lay quietly on the chair. He closed his eyes and felt a little sleepy, but he still emphasized: "I, Lao Wu, am fine. I can get up and fight again!"

"Don't fight." He Feng held the man down: "Take a rest."

He took a quick look and saw that there were quite a few people lying there. Life potions were better than healing potions. At least they wouldn't cause them to have convulsions due to the fever like Cui Xue.

Cui Xue and Chang An were also sent back to the player island when He Feng killed the monster. The two girls were crying when they left, looking very pitiful. They were determined to come back to fight again, but were scolded by Jing Ran and stopped.

The players' conditions were all pretty good and the monsters were not very strong either, so He Feng could finally relax a little.

His right hand felt a little sore, probably from chopping for more than three hours straight, but it didn't have much of an impact.

Shen Zishu was still sitting at the table, and apart from his pale face, he showed no other obvious discomfort.

"I'm fine. Do you have a severe headache?" Shen Zishu asked before He Feng spoke. He pressed the Enter key and the copy cracking progress reached 15%. "Are you tired?"

"If Xiaowu didn't call me back, I could have chopped for another three hours." He Feng leaned against Shen Zishu and closed his eyes: "It's okay, it doesn't hurt that much."

"One is exhausted and weak, and the other has a headache that's about to explode." Huyan Wanji slumped in the chair, looking a little depressed: "This is what it means to be fine and okay."

The two people who were exposed were not angry. They leaned against each other quietly and enjoyed a moment of peace.

"If, I mean if." He Feng spoke without opening his eyes: "In the end, I was not by your side..."

"My goodness, believers whose faith has disappeared cannot survive." Shen Zishu interrupted He Feng. He did not dare to pause for even a second and could only focus on the confrontation with the horror game system: "When everything is over, I will never live alone."

He Feng stopped talking, his eyes felt a little sore.

The players present all knew who this copy was for. He Feng knew that he could not escape that bloody realm. If he really had to make a choice in the end, the savior would give up his life without hesitation.

"At least I still have you." He Feng murmured. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly: "But this is the worst plan."