Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 130 Ankang No. 4 Mental Hospital 13: Forever Soft

"This contains gentian violet, the kind used to disinfect wounds." He Feng found it a little funny. He pressed the syringe and some purple liquid spurted out: "I thought it was something amazing, but it turned out to be just gentian violet."

Shen Zishu didn't know much about pharmacology, but seeing He Feng laughing, he couldn't help but laugh too.

However, He Feng's smile paused in the next second, the live broadcast was interrupted, and He Feng took a deep breath.

It is true that he came here to find medicine, but the most important thing is Fu Hua.

He just had a messy dream. The dream was very simple. There was only a woman talking. She talked to herself for a long time and finally stabbed him.

He was stabbed in the lower back. Although he didn't feel any pain in the dream, the soreness in his chest reminded him that this female ghost named Fu Hua was once very important to him.

"I never wait ten years for revenge." He Feng looked at the very nervous Shen Zishu and said to her in a soothing voice, "Nothing will happen. I just want to ask her a few questions."

The corridor on the second floor was completely illuminated by blue-purple flames. He Feng came out of the office and Fu Hua was still sitting there without moving.

She no longer has eyes, so what's the point of being so bright?

He Feng asked himself silently in his heart, but still did not take Xiaojiu back.

After all, girls are always afraid of the dark.

The sound of the soles of the shoes rubbing against the ground is very light, so light that it cannot cover up the chaotic heartbeat in the chest. One can only let it beat disorderly and make as much noise as it wants.

The road from the office to Fu Hua was very long, so long that He Feng could think of all the questions he wanted to ask in an instant.

The road from the office to Fu Hua's front was very short, so short that He Feng could only think about these questions.

This complex emotion did not subside until He Feng stood in front of Fu Hua. He just looked down at this man who brought it upon himself without any sympathy in his heart.

"You can hear me, right?" He Feng asked coldly, "Shake your head, yes."

Fu Hua looked up following the voice, and she looked blankly in front of her, somewhat uncertain.

"It's me." He Feng suddenly felt irritated for no reason: "Will you nod or shake your head? If you do, give me a reply."

Fu Hua reacted after hearing this. She nodded slightly and began to wait for He Feng's next words.

"Very good, you stabbed me once, in the right lower back, right?" He Feng spoke a little quickly, and took a deep breath: "After stabbing me, you pushed me off a cliff or something, right?"

Tears began to well up in Fu Hua's eyes and she nodded.

He Feng became even more annoyed: "I used to trust you very much, didn't I?"

Yes, how can it be said that I don’t trust her if I dare to give her my back?

Fu Hua laughed at herself in her heart and nodded again.

His guess was confirmed, and He Feng's heartbeat gradually accelerated. Looking at the woman in front of him who was tortured to the point of not looking like a human, he closed his eyes and said, "You are standing against me and all the players, right?"

Fu Hua did not answer this question immediately.

Her thoughts drifted far away, to the day when she agreed to the horror game system.

She is just a coward who is afraid of death and cannot live up to the expectations of those people, so she chooses to betray and stab everyone.

But now, is this the way she chose to survive?

Half dead, trapped in darkness forever, is this considered living?

"Where's the response?" Perhaps because he hadn't received a response, He Feng's irritability became even worse. He couldn't help but shout, "I'm asking you if you're standing with me! Standing against all the players! Are you standing with the horror game system? Are you betraying me and everyone? I'm asking you if you are! Answer me!"

Perhaps because she had never seen He Feng express his emotions so openly before, Fu Hua was stunned for a moment.

She thought, why not.

How could it not be that she betrayed everyone? How could it not be as Xiao Feng said? That was what she did.

Shen Zishu was right, this was the retribution she deserved.

Thinking of this, Fu Hua curled her lips in a mocking arc and nodded again.

After getting the answer, He Feng's breath suddenly dissipated. He staggered a few steps and was hugged by Shen Zishu. His right lower back was in pain again and again.

Something wet, hot and sticky kept flowing out in his imagination. He was pushed off the edge of the cliff and kept falling in the air. Someone followed him and held him in his arms.

Just as warm as it is now.

The person who dared to jump off the cliff to save him is now holding him.

He Feng spoke, his voice seemed a little choked up, he raised his head and leaned close to Shen Zishu's ear and said: "I really, really like my sister."

"I know." Shen Zishu held the man in his arms. He lowered his head to the young man's neck and lowered his posture so that the young man didn't have to look up deliberately: "I have always known."

He Feng didn't say anything else, his tears were swallowed by Shen Zishu's clothes. The savior could only cry on the shoulder of his believer.

It was then and it is now.

When his emotions had mostly subsided, He Feng looked up and smiled at Fu Hua who was also crying.

"Sister, do you still think I will lose?" He Feng asked, "I advise you to answer well."

how could be.

Fu Hua silently responded to He Feng's words in her heart. She burst into laughter and shook her head.

You will win.

"Okay, I'll take you on your way." After getting a satisfactory reply, He Feng took out the Dawn Breaker and put the blade against Fu Hua's neck: "Sister, please give us your last blessing. Just nod your head."

He Feng's words made the atmosphere break from the seriousness just now. Fu Hua couldn't help but wipe away her tears and laughed.

Blessings, why not blessings?

These two people can fall in love at first sight no matter what time it is. Who can not bless them? If anyone doesn't bless them, Fu Hua would want to rush up and bite him if she had teeth.

However, she was afraid that she was not qualified to stand next to He Feng.

Fu Hua took a deep breath. The blade on her neck felt cold. For her, this was her only hope in the past five years.

She put her face close to the blade and nodded slightly.

As Dawn swung the sword, Fu Hua's head spun in the air before falling to the ground. The cut surface of her neck was very smooth, revealing shriveled human tissue.

But this might not be enough, so He Feng bought some spiritual water and quickly spread it all around.

The blue-purple flames slowly devoured the corpse on the ground. The camera was taken out and the shutter was lightly pressed. The photo that came out was of Fu Hua, who was slowly fading away with her eyes closed and a peaceful look on her face.

There seemed to be something waiting for an opportunity to move behind her, but as the soul began to dissipate, it could only leave with regret.

He Feng showed a triumphant smile. He knew that the Gou system still wanted to reclaim his soul, but he just wouldn't let it!

Perhaps sensing the holder's emotions, the blue-purple flame swayed excitedly, swallowing the corpse in one gulp and quickly burning it completely, leaving no ash at all.

This performance was somewhat cute. He Feng raised his hand, and Xiaojiu shrank obediently and jumped onto his hand, twisting it in his palm and seeming very proud.

He Feng, who did not give any orders, was very surprised to see Xiao Jiu, who had gained some self-awareness. He hurriedly showed it to Shen Zishu, but as soon as he turned his head, he was kissed directly. Xiao Jiu shook and shrank back into his backpack.

Don’t look at anything that’s inappropriate, don’t look at anything that’s inappropriate.

The kiss was passionate and lingering, mixed with the most obvious heartache, and Shen Zishu felt a little sad.

His good heart would not be as calm as it is now.

He still remembered the young man's heart-wrenching cry, as he repeatedly confirmed, regretted, and blamed himself.

Until I calmed down and finally said, "I know."

Pale and powerless, it is a calmness that has to be compromised.

Just like now, I am obviously very sad, but I am trying hard to act like nothing is wrong.

But Shen Zishu knew that was not the case.

Their savior is still young, and the savior will not sympathize with a traitor, but the savior's heart is always soft and will always be touched by some things.

"I'm here." Shen Zishu held He Feng's face and said, "I'm here. I'm the only one here. You can relax a little."

"You said in Ghost King Chess that you can't do it more than three times. Next time, you will definitely destroy the Gou system." He Feng was silent for a while and suddenly asked, "Which time did we do it together?"

"The third time." Shen Zishu replied: "Next time, I will completely destroy him."

He Feng nodded, sighed and buried himself in Shen Zishu's arms: "Boyfriend, I'm so tired, please carry me and walk."

Shen Zishu lifted He Feng up by the waist. He Feng subconsciously used the force to jump, wrapped his legs around Shen Zishu's waist, hugged Shen Zishu's neck with both hands, and leaned his head on Shen Zishu's shoulder.

Shen Zishu held the hips of the person in his arms with one hand and put the other hand on He Feng's back, patting it slowly, as if he was coaxing a child.

His embrace was so warm that He Feng couldn't hold back and closed his eyes. In an instant, he knew nothing.

How nice it would be to wake up from a good sleep and forget everything.

Shen Zishu thought to himself.

If possible, he would rather He Feng never recover his memory.

"Ding, rejected."

"You can't hide what happened in the past from my host."

"This is a program that has been programmed long ago. He will know it anyway."

Shen Zishu did not answer. He carefully tucked his lover into the quilt and remained motionless, lying on He Feng's body and looking at him.

'I did a bad thing.'

"I know."