Horror games are not important, I sleep in them

Chapter 155 Circular Highway 12: You six seem to have some serious illness

Shen Zhu looked at Unit 1 with contempt in his eyes.

Until the end, he snorted coldly, ordered the robot arm to restore Unit 1, and dismantled the program that allowed Unit 1 to select copies for players.

It would be such a waste of time, so Unit 1 would not need to have this right.

Another scan was completed, and Unit 1 calmly recorded the data.

Still the same thing, recording data for the host is what it should do.

As for whether the host knows or not, what does it matter to it?

The small cube was assembled bit by bit. It put away its emotions and finally just floated calmly in the air, waiting for the host's command.

It is the most powerful assistant of the host.

In the copy, He Feng felt a little happier when he saw the bus that was completely destroyed.

"Ding, the horror game system has been blocked from breaking through the shield for the 9802nd time."

He Feng: Phew.

Sorry, I really couldn't help this.

"Nine thousand times. It seems that the Gou system is in a hurry." He Feng laughed loudly: "Nine thousand times, hahahaha!"

The players were quite confused and didn't know why He Feng was so happy.

The people in the live broadcast room didn’t know either, but they were used to He Feng going crazy from time to time.

[oi! Getting ready to enter the dungeon! Seeing that Brother He is in such a good mental state, I feel relieved hahahahahahaha! ]

[The people in front, you guys are pretty crazy too! Hahahahahahaha! ]

[Ever since I watched He Ge’s live broadcast! My spirit value has dropped to 70! Hehehe! There is no one in this world who is not crazy!]

He Feng was a little puzzled: "What's wrong with 70? That's very high."

[Compared to He Ge's -100, it's really high, but according to statistics, a normal person's mental value should not be less than 80. It will only drop to 50 when being abused or on the verge of death. 70 is probably very crazy, or very sad, angry, etc.]

[So, Brother He, do you know the value of your spirit value -100?]

He Feng raised a death smile: "Do you know the value of being banned?"

Without waiting for that person to say anything more, He Feng silenced him for an hour.

He is really, so generous.

Everyone walked along the road towards the end. Perhaps feeling bored, Kang Jiankang started singing.

It was an old song, sung about luck, and he sang it with great emotion, but he had no technique at all and sang it out of tune, almost to the point of grandma's house.

The song made Du Ruanyuan laugh, so he started singing along and turned the tide to get Kang Jiankang back on track.

Everyone sang along, they walked and sang, the atmosphere was pretty good.

The copy time is 11:49.

After walking for almost two hours, a road sign appeared on the side of the road again.

It is still the familiar font, and there is still an arrow and a sentence on the road sign.

"What is the end of the world?"

"The end of the world is my big iron fist." He Feng replied, and asked the players to rest and prepare to cook: "Let's have noodles for lunch, mahjong chicken noodles, how about it?"

No one else had any objection. The firewood monster was really easy to burn, and the fire started quickly. The seats removed from the bus were placed on the ground, and the players sat down to drink water and chat.

The desert has plenty of sunshine during the day. Although it is not too hot, it is still very sunny.

He Feng clapped his hands, and black mist rose up, gathering above everyone's heads and turning into a parasol, blocking the increasingly bright sunlight.

Thinking of the scene of black fog swallowing monsters, the players swallowed subconsciously.

I always feel like my life is hanging by a thread, haha.

"I will never hurt anyone by mistake." He Feng consoled him, "Don't worry, I'll do the job."

Kang Jiankang coughed lightly: "I'm not scared! Who is scared?"

Xing Zizhen punched him: "Brother, you are like a man trying to cover his ears and steal a bell, you know?"

The two started playing around again, and the atmosphere became lively.

But behind the players, something slowly emerged from the sand and began to move towards the fire.

They have poisonous tail hooks, and a single sting is fatal.

They are also very small, so it is easy for them to run up to the players without them noticing, and by the time the players react it is already too late.

Because of this, many players have lost their lives at their hands.

The closer they were to the fire, the faster they moved. The rustling sound was not loud, but it attracted Shen Zishu's attention.

Shen Zishu turned his head to look behind him, and He Feng turned his head out of curiosity as well, and saw densely packed poisonous scorpions coming towards them, which looked a bit disgusting from a distance.

"You have trypophobia." He Feng said disdainfully, and let Xiao Jiu out: "Go! Nine-Sky Dark Night Glazed Mysterious Fire!"

The blue-purple flame twisted excitedly in He Feng's palm and quickly rushed out. The poisonous scorpions that had not yet reached the player were immediately swallowed by the flame, leaving no trace.

[Oh, this day has finally come, so chuunibyou.]

[Seeing He Ge say this with such a handsome face and in such a childish way, I feel relieved.]

[I just laughed, hahahahahahahahahahahahaha, so chuunibho hahahahahahahaha! ]

"Brother." Xia Fan blinked his eyes, "Did you come up with the name Nine Heavens Dark Night Glazed Mysterious Fire?"

"Yeah." He Feng responded, but his fist was already raised, waiting for Xia Fan to speak: "I picked it up."

"So cool!" Xia Fan's eyes were full of stars: "How could you come up with such a cool name!"

"Ouch!" He Feng instantly put on a smiling expression: "You are still good at talking! I like it!"

Xia Ren, who was almost beaten, breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, his sister really thought that the name Jiu Tian Dark Night Li Xuan Huo was cool, otherwise he would have been hit by the punch. Thanks to his sister.

[Okay, okay, Brother He has finally found a confidant.]

[I raise my hand weakly. Actually, I also think that Jiu Tian An Ye Liu Li Xuan Huo is very handsome. That’s it. But can’t handsomeness and zhong xi coexist? I don’t believe it.]

[! The previous one! You gave me a new idea! Being handsome and being a middle school student can indeed coexist! It makes a lot of sense! Just like I like He Ge but I still worry whether he is mentally ill! ]

[Uh, the person in front, goodbye. I won’t see you off.]

"Why are there still haters?" He Feng laughed and banned the person who said he was worried about his mental illness: "You deserve this ban."

After saying that, he no longer paid attention to the comments, took the bowl of sesame sauce from Shen Zishu's hand and started stirring it.

There was a chicken stewing in the pot on the fire, and the aroma was already wafting out. He Feng always felt that if he didn't do anything, the chicken would definitely eat it, so he might as well help stir the sesame sauce.

But the job of making the sesame paste was taken away by him, so there was nothing left for others to do. They could only stare at the pot and wonder when the chicken would be cooked.

More and more expectant glances appeared, and finally even He Feng joined in. Shen Zishu did not know whether to laugh or cry.

He rummaged through his backpack and found some cookies baked by Lu Ming and shared them with everyone. He also got some dried beef for He Feng. Only then did everyone calm down and quietly start their pre-meal activities and have a simple snack.

At 12:34 in the copy time, the cooked chicken was brought out, and Shen Zishu began to tear the chicken into shreds with chopsticks. He Feng looked at him eagerly, and without saying a word, Shen Zishu would consciously feed him a bite.

Xia Ren was cooking noodles on the side, using that pot of chicken soup, which made the audience in the live broadcast room very envious.

Kang Jiankang clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and began to thank God: "Xinnan never does anything sneaky or harmful to others, so meeting Hege Chunchun is what I deserve."

Xing Zizhen thought this made sense and also learned to thank God. Xia Fan also followed suit by clasping his hands together and muttering with his eyes closed.

These three people made He Feng laugh: "How come they deserve to meet me? It's obviously my boyfriend who cooked."

"You don't understand." Kang Jiankang didn't even open his eyes, and continued to thank God devoutly: "That's because Brother He wanted to eat Brother Shen, so I made it. Otherwise, you try to say you don't want to eat it and see what happens. Once you leave, Brother Shen will ignore us."

Du Ruanyuan thought for a moment, "That makes sense."

After saying that, he quickly joined the ranks of those expressing gratitude. Xia Ren was also pulled together by Xia Fan. He Xiang looked at everyone and felt that he could not be out of line, so he also began to express gratitude.

At one moment, six people were kneeling on the ground. They were in the same posture, with their eyes closed and muttering to themselves, just like some evil organization.

He Feng tried to hold it in for a while, but decided that it was better not to hold it in, so he walked over and slapped each of them: "You six look like you have some serious illness."

Kang Jiankang remained motionless after being hit. He kept the same posture and said, "You don't understand."

He Feng: ...

Punch here!

Everyone who has been hit by He Feng's iron fist knows that this iron fist is very powerful. This is especially true for Qian Youlin, who has a say in this. After being hit twice, a bulge will appear on the body. It's really powerful.

And now, Kang Jiankang, who had a headache, was holding the bowl and stirring the sesame paste while sighing.

It was worth it to get hit with those two punches. I always felt that there was more sesame paste in his bowl than others.

He Feng, who was responsible for pouring the sesame sauce, wanted to say that this was Kang Jiankang's illusion and he was just comforting himself.

Still using the same big bowl, He Feng took a bite of the chicken leg and let out a satisfied howl.

The noodles had been mixed by Shen Zishu, and the amount of shredded chicken in it was many times more than that of others.

One chicken was not enough for eight people, so Shen Zishu stewed two. In addition to the chicken leg in He Feng's bowl, there were three more, which was considered a privilege for girls.

Now four people are gnawing on chicken legs, with black fog acting as a parasol above their heads and the endless desert in front of them. The delicious food and beautiful scenery make them look very satisfied while eating.

Kang Jiankang seemed to have his own show effect. The sound he slurped the noodles was very loud, as loud as a tractor.

Xing Zizhen closed her eyes, treating it as the background music of the scene, and started to sip along with him.

It would have been fine if he didn't slurp, but once he did the noise became louder. The others were stunned for a moment and then burst into laughter, and the atmosphere was harmonious and joyful.

[I feel like Hege has a magic that can make people feel relaxed. All dungeons become relaxing and funny as long as Hege is there. It’s really great.]

[Wow, what is this! This is Fengmen!]

[Oh! Maple Gate!]