At the same time, the bald man on the podium was still reading the lesson plan with his head down. As his voice became smaller and smaller, the classroom became quieter and quieter, so quiet that you could almost hear a pin drop.
The bald man looked up blankly and found that the classmates who were laughing and playing just now were now sitting up straight, looking at him excitedly.
It's like a long-hungry beast seeing fresh food.
The bald man suddenly felt a chill all over his body.
No, he couldn't stay any longer...
What a shitty rule! He can't care less. He wants to leave. He wants to leave here.
The bald man made up his mind and ran to the door without thinking.
Just as he was about to run to the door, the students who had been sitting quietly suddenly stood up.
They pounced on the bald man at an extremely strange speed.
The bald man was knocked down by the students and surrounded by them.
The scene was like a zombie siege.
"ah--!"
After a scream, the bald man was completely motionless.
The smell of blood filled the air, and the sound of chewing hit the eardrums of all the players.
It was not difficult for them to imagine the fate of the bald man.
The fluorescent girl covered her mouth and hid in her boyfriend's arms in fear.
Chen Sheng and Huang Mao also felt a chill.
Baldy died just like that, and they didn't even know what death conditions he triggered.
The audience in Fu Yan's live broadcast room were also frightened by the student who suddenly went crazy, but after the baptism of the "Fu Yan brain-digging" incident, this level of shock did not cause physical discomfort to the audience.
Instead, they were more concerned about the death conditions mentioned by Fu Yan.
[Has anyone seen this instance? What are the conditions for death?]
[I don't know. Judging from my experience, this should be a new copy.]
[The game dungeon refresh rate is getting faster and faster, it's killing me! ]
[My friend above, please be careful with what you say, or you might be exiled to a remote area in the next instance.]
In the game, He Shuyang also looked at Fu Yan with confusion, "What are the conditions for death?"
Fu Yan: "Don't you think this school's slogan is weird?"
He Shuyang: "I don't think so. What's so strange about that?"
Fu Yan looked at him in surprise, "It's really a blessing from God that you can live until now."
He Shuyang scratched his head. He could tell that Fu Yan was bullying him, but what could he do? He was indeed not smart enough. He had always relied on force to win.
Fu Yan counted on He Shuyang's fingers, "The slogan carved outside the teaching building is 'A teacher should be virtuous and upright, and a role model should be upright.' The one in the office is 'Love your job, be dedicated, and perform your duties conscientiously.'"
"In the classrooms, signs say, 'Excellent teachers develop their own teaching strategies,' and 'Knowledge, patience, and tolerance are the most basic qualities of a teacher.' Even the hallways have signs like, 'Teachers are role models for others.'"
"Don't you think there's something wrong with these slogans?"
He Shuyang nodded, "That's definitely not right."
Fu Yan looked at him with appreciation, expecting him to continue.
He Shuyang: "Didn't you say you can't read?!"
Fu Yan: "…"
Fu Yan: "I take back what I said. It's really a blessing from God that you're still alive."
He Shuyang curled his lips, "Apart from this, I don't think there's anything wrong."
Fu Yan almost laughed out of anger, "So you used all your intuition on me."
He pointed helplessly at the slogans on the wall and said, "Look carefully, don't you see that these slogans are used to warn teachers and regulate their behavior?"
"It's okay in the office, but shouldn't classrooms be filled with slogans like 'God rewards hard work,' 'Learning is boundless,' and 'Study hard and make progress every day,' encouraging students to learn?"
He Shuyang nodded, but still didn't feel anything was wrong.
Fu Yan sighed and continued, "Look at the podium in this classroom. There's nothing on it except the desk, the blackboard, and the clock, but there are two rows of slogans on the wall behind it."
"Normal students face the blackboard during class, so who are the slogans on the wall in the back row for?"
"Teacher! The slogans in the back row are for teachers to see!" He Shuyang suddenly realized.
He unconsciously raised his voice, looking at Fu Yan with sparkling eyes as if he had discovered a new world. "These signs are used to warn teachers, so the death condition is that anyone who fails to fulfill their teacher's obligations will die!"
Fu Yan: "…"
Fu Yan: "You are really smart."
He Shuyang has always relied on brute force to travel the world, but this is the first time he has used his wisdom to guess the conditions of death.
He excitedly pressed on, "The reason Baldy was eaten was because he didn't fulfill his duties as a teacher. He didn't manage classroom discipline, right?"
Fu Yan clapped his hands expressionlessly: "Wow, you guessed this, amazing."
He Shuyang: "…"
And squeeze him again.
In the classroom, after a burst of chewing sounds, the students dispersed, leaving only chicken feathers on the floor... and nothing...
Such a big bald head was eaten alive without leaving anything, not even a blood mark on the ground.
The students returned to their seats with full stomachs and continued to play and fight, but their eyes kept glancing at the door, anticipating the next food to come in.
"If something happens to the teacher, the other teachers will fill in."
n's words echoed in the players' hearts.
Chen Sheng, Huang Mao and the fluorescent man and woman stood at the door, looking at each other, and no one wanted to go in to get their lunch.
They all heard the conversation between Fu Yan and He Shuyang.
Although it sounds plausible, who knows if the other party is using them to circumvent the rules of the game.
In this game of cannibalism, even your own mother cannot be trusted.
Chen Sheng exchanged glances with the yellow-haired man, and finally fixed his gaze on the fluorescent girl.
Huangmao immediately understood what Chen Sheng meant. Chen Sheng wanted him to push the fluorescent girl in like N did.
Although the fluorescent girl is very beautiful, I feel a little reluctant to kill her like this, but in this situation, saving her life is the most important thing.
The yellow-haired man walked behind the fluorescent girl without leaving a trace. Just as he stretched out his hand and was about to push the fluorescent girl into the classroom, the back door of the classroom was kicked open with a "bang".
Fu Yan put his hands in his pockets and walked into the classroom leisurely.
The students in the classroom were startled by the sudden sound of kicking the door.
They all turned around and stared at Fu Yan with murderous eyes.
The whole class was silent for a moment.
It was already 8:45, and there was still half an hour until the end of the first class.
Amidst the students' malicious discussions, Fu Yan walked leisurely up to the podium.
He picked up the pointer and knocked on the blackboard. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Fu Yan, and I'm your physical education teacher. My teaching principle is that my rules are the rules."Let me introduce myself. My name is Fu Yan, and I'm your physical education teacher. My teaching principle is that my rules are the rules."
After Fu Yan finished speaking, the class fell into a brief silence, and then broke into unbridled laughter.
The students continued to play and fight, some threw notes, and some dated.
He didn't care at all that Fu Yan was present.
Fu Yan didn't stop them. He smiled, slowly walked down the podium, and walked in front of a student with dyed green hair.
The little green-haired boy was writing furiously and passing notes to the person sitting behind him.
Fu Yan took a quick look at the contents of the note.
"This pretty boy is so annoying, I want to eat him, hehe!!!"
I also added several skulls at the back.
"The skull drawing is nice, but the wording isn't quite right. No wonder, after all, your language teacher told you to eat it."
After Fu Yan finished speaking, he pulled out the piece of paper that Little Green Hair had pressed under his arm and read it aloud with emotion, even not missing the two interjections.
The little green-haired stalk stuck out his neck and said, "Humph! What! Can't I eat you, pretty boy?"
Fu Yan: "You disrupted classroom discipline and insulted the teacher. You should be punished."
The next second, Fu Yan grabbed the collar of the little green-haired boy and lifted him up.
Fu Yan lifted up the little green-haired boy with one hand.
The little green-haired boy's feet were hanging in the air, kicking back and forth. He bared his teeth, and the remaining flesh and blood of his bald head were still hanging on his white, saw-like teeth.
"Girl! I'm going to eat you! Eat you!"
"If you don't change despite repeated warnings, you will only make more mistakes." Fu Yan grabbed the collar of the little green-haired boy and took him to the window.
They opened the window and pushed him out backwards.
"Ding! Thriller value +10"
The little green-haired boy was panicked. Although he wouldn't die from falling, it would be very painful!
"You...you are committing murder! You are violating the ethics of a teacher." Although the little green-haired boy shouted toughly, he was very unsure in his heart. He didn't understand why even after all this, this pretty boy hadn't triggered the death conditions.
"I said, my rules are rules. If you break the rules, you'll be kicked out." After Fu Yan said this, he suddenly let go of his hand.
"ah--!"
"Bang!"
The little green-haired boy fell headfirst from the thirteenth floor, his entire head rammed into his chest, and blood and flesh splattered all over the ground.
The camera in the live broadcast room was very tactful and took close-ups of the little green-haired boy.
[This work is definitely by Master Fu.]
[Thank goodness I didn't eat breakfast. ]
[Fu Shen: You little brat, I'm disgusting you to death.]
Fu Yan lay on the windowsill, stuck his head out of the window, and shouted, "Hey! Is he dead?"
"Cough cough..." The little green-haired boy coughed twice, stretched out his hand and pulled his head out, "I'm not... not dead."
Fu Yan: "If you're not dead, come up and stand there as punishment."
Little Green Hair: "…"
Otherwise, just assume he's dead.
Fu Yan's actions left the players present stunned.
Chen Sheng was the first to realize that what they said was true. Baldy did die because he failed to fulfill his duties as a teacher.
But looking at Fu Yan's actions, he actually threw the student out of the window. So how is the boundary of this "teacher's obligation" determined?
Could it be related to that teaching policy?
At this time, the little green-haired boy had already climbed up with a grunt. He had learned his lesson this time and knocked politely on the door before entering the house, "Teacher."
Fu Yan: "Have you thought of a word to describe the teacher?"
This pretty boy is quite vindictive. Little Green Hair was feeling uneasy but he didn't dare to show it on his face. He didn't want to climb the stairs anymore.
"Teacher Fu is a brilliant teacher with a deep love for his work and a deep dedication to his duties. He is a model teacher."
Fu Yan leaned his hands on the desk and looked at him with regret. "Go ahead."
Little Green Hair: "…"
When the little green-haired boy climbed up from downstairs again, he didn't wait for Fu Yan to speak and answered first: "Teacher Fu is handsome and elegant, charming and charming, and everyone loves him. Flowers bloom wherever he goes."
After saying this, Little Green Hair swallowed his saliva and waited tragically for Fu Yan's judgment.
Fu Yan walked up to Green Hair with a serious expression, rubbed his head with his hand, and smiled lovingly, "It would have been nice if you had been so obedient earlier. Go stand in the back as punishment."
The little green-haired boy suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling fortunate to have survived a disaster.
But he is obviously the monster!
The students in the class didn't even dare to breathe.
After all, no one wants to be the next person to jump off a building.
[Green Hair, you never know how lucky you are. ]
[Remember the last person N who was patted on the head by Fu Shen? The grass on his grave has grown to two meters tall.]
[Fu Shen was really gentle in this game.]
In the copy, Fu Yan stood on the podium, looking at the students sitting upright below, feeling very gratified.
"Since you guys ate the Chinese teacher, we'll have physical education next."
Fu Yan looked up at his watch and said, "There are only fifteen minutes left. Let's play a simple game."
The students breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this.
Fu Yan casually pulled out a tablecloth from under the desk and threw it to the boy at the first table.
"Play the game of passing the flower. Whoever gets the flower jumps down from here." Fu Yan pointed at the window with his chin. "One game, double the experience. You're in luck."
Students: "…"
Do you want this blessing?
Fu Yan didn't give them time to refute and started hitting them with a blackboard stick.
"Boom!"
Fu Yan knocked once and then stopped.
The tablecloth in the first boy's hand has not been given away yet.
He held the tablecloth and sat on the stool in a daze, "That's it?"
"Come, let's congratulate this boy."
"…"
Everyone was really at a loss. At this rate, who knew if they would be the next one to fall to the ground.
Finally, the boy jumped into the air amid everyone's complicated gazes.
Fu Yan quickly stuck his head out and shouted, "If you can't come back within three minutes, you have to jump again."
The boy had already calculated the angle and posture of landing.
As a result, Fu Yan's shout made him forget everything.
He faced the wind, embraced the rainbow, and bravely landed on the ground with a "plop".
The intestines, stomach, and lungs exploded all over the floor.
He didn't even dare to pick it up. He just picked up a handful and stuffed it into his stomach, then turned around and ran upstairs.
He ran to the bathroom coughing and panting, and the time was exactly 2 minutes and 59 seconds.
The game of passing the flower continued, and while he was climbing the stairs, twelve more classmates jumped down.
"Ding! Thriller value +10"
"Ding! Thriller value +10"
"Ding! Thriller value +10"
Counting the pair of traffic lights.
By the end of the first class, Fu Yan had accumulated 485 points of horror value.
He raped all the students in the class, without exception.
Some unlucky ones were even raped two or three times.
There were layers of dark red blood on the lime ground of the playground, and some rotten and shapeless internal organs that no one claimed.
The moment the bell rang, the students breathed a sigh of relief.
They had never been so eager to finish class.
"Happy times are always short-lived. This class ends here. Goodbye, everyone."
Fu Yan walked out of the classroom with a feeling of unfulfilled desire.
It's a pity that each person can only contribute the horror value of jumping off a building once, otherwise he really wants to keep doing it.
The students slumped over the table, watching Fu Yan leave, not even wanting to say "Goodbye, teacher".
They really didn't want to see him again.
Fu Yan came out of the classroom and saw only He Shuyang standing at the door.
He Shuyang is in a very delicate mood now.
Although he had seen Fu Yan kill people, that was on the screen after all.
Now that I saw him deal with N with my own eyes, I realized how kind he was to me last night.
Fu Yan didn't know what He Shuyang was thinking.
If he knew, he would tell the other party.
"My friend, you're overthinking it. I just want to buy you a credit card."
Ding ding dong dong... Ding ding... Dong dong."
The class bell rang.
Fu Yan walked into the classroom again.
When the students saw that it was him, they couldn't help but show a look of pain.
"Teacher, this is math class!"
"P.E. next period!"
Fu Yan strode onto the podium. "The math teacher is sick, so these two periods will be combined with physical education."
Students: @#￥%…*@#!
Audience: Hahahahahahahaha
[Physical education class is so great! Why don't the students seem to be having so much fun? Haha.]
[Hey! Stand up! You guys are bastards! You cannibals!]
[Don't be too mean, or you'll be taught a lesson by the Master.]
[For a moment, I didn't know who the person above was implying! ]
In the copy, the students looked pale.
"Teacher, we don't want to play pass the flower anymore..."
Fu Yan nodded. He understood that the children were tired from climbing the stairs.
"It's okay, teacher. We have many other games here, such as head smacking... no, pocket smacking, handkerchief dropping, and eagle catching chickens."
"No…don't!"
"Ding! Thriller value +10"
"Ding! Thriller value +10"
"Ding! Thriller value +10"
"Ding! Thriller value +10"
After two classes, the students were either dead or injured under Fu Yan's tireless teaching.
And Fu Yan also got the horror value he deserved.
960 points.
The time to increase the thrill value is always short, and it is time for him to say goodbye to his classmates again.
After this class there is lunch break, and he and He Shuyang do not have classes in the afternoon.
Fu Yan said goodbye to his classmates reluctantly.
The students all looked hopeless.
Please go!
Don't let us see you again.
After class, Fu Yan took He Shuyang out of the teaching building and went straight to the archives room.
They have no passive physiological needs in the dungeon, no need to eat or rest.
He Shuyang: "What are we doing in the archives room?"
Fu Yan: "Looking for clues."
Fu Yan found the student files of Classes 3 and 4 of Senior High School over the years and began to look through them.
Not many, just a dozen or so stacks.
He Shuyang came over and looked for it with Fu Yan.
The students back then looked completely different from what they look like now.
He Shuyang flipped through a few pages, but didn't see a single familiar name. "How can I find so many?"
He turned to look at Fu Yan, and glanced at all of Fu Yan's files. In a short while, he had finished flipping through two or three stacks.
He Shuyang: "You can actually read ten lines at a glance?"
Fu Yan: "Well, you can't?"
He Shuyang: "…"
He shouldn't have asked.
He Shuyang cursed in his heart and went back to continue looking through the information.
Fu Yan suddenly patted the file in his hand and said, "Found it."
"So fast!"
He Shuyang leaned over and stared at the file in Fu Yan's hand, flipping through it over and over again.
It cannot be said that they are exactly the same, it can only be said that they are completely unrelated.
"Is this the hairdresser group? How is that possible?!"
The students in the photos are wearing neat uniforms. The boys' hair does not exceed their eyebrows, and the girls' hair is tucked behind their ears. There are no strange colors, and each photo shows a youthful smile.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Fu Yan guessed this would be the result.
He pointed to a girl with a black birthmark covering half her face and said, "No matter how your appearance changes, some features remain unchanged."
He Shuyang looked at the girl in the file, "Class 3-4, Senior High School, Gu Ling?"
He Shuyang thought carefully and there seemed to be such a girl in the class just now. She was sitting in the corner, with her head down and not saying a word. Most of her face was rotten, but a little black birthmark could still be vaguely seen.
Fu Yan flipped through the files and found that this group of students enrolled in 2011.
So when they entered their third year of high school, it should have been 2013.
These students died before they could graduate.
That is to say, their deaths occurred between September 2013 and June 2014.
Cases of mass student deaths like this will definitely be reported in the newspapers.
As long as you find the newspaper from that year, you will know how these students died.
"Huh? The file says there were 50 students in this class during their senior year, but there were only 49 in the class just now!"
He Shuyang counted the files again and found that the number of people on the cover was 50, but there were only 49 files, and the file of one student had been taken away.
Fu Yan nodded, "Yeah."
There were 49 people in the class, but only 48 of them contributed to his horror value.
This is too much!
After Fu Yan finished looking through the student's files, he took He Shuyang to the library.
Here they met Chen Sheng and others, and the fluorescent man and woman joined Chen Sheng's team.
They were also rummaging through newspapers here.
They had been to the archives before but couldn't find any file information on the students.
So I could only find newspapers here and flip through the piles to see if there was any information about the mass death of students.
Fu Yan came to the library with the clear goal of finding newspapers published after September 2013.
He flipped through the pages one by one and found that the date on the newspaper stopped at March 2014.
There wasn't a single newspaper published after that.
During this period, there were no cases of student deaths.
Not finding any relevant clues, Fu Yan prepared to leave.
Chen Sheng and others suddenly stopped him.
Fu Yan: "What's the matter?"
Chen Sheng: "What clues have you found?"
Fu Yan: "Why should I tell you?"
Chen Sheng raised his head and said arrogantly, "We've entered a new dungeon this time. New dungeons have a very high mortality rate. If you cooperate with me, it will benefit both of us."
"Oh!" Fu Yan nodded, "You want to get our information for free."
Chen Sheng's face turned pale. After all, he was the minister of Fu Sheng Meng Hua, and there were countless people trying to curry favor with him when he went out.
He now condescended to recruit this newcomer, but instead of being grateful, the newcomer even acted like a spoiled brat.
Chen Sheng winked at the yellow-haired man and the fluorescent man.
Since this newcomer is so shameless, he doesn't mind teaching him a lesson.
The yellow-haired man and the fluorescent man quickly surrounded them.
Huangmao was still frightened by what happened in the morning.
But he didn't dare disobey Chen Sheng's orders.
Huangmao walked over with his head held high, deciding to either die or live a life worse than death.
The fluorescent man felt that he had nothing to be afraid of now that he had Chen Sheng's support.
Maybe after the copy is over, he will be able to sneak into "Floating Life Dream".
Chen Sheng crossed his arms over his chest, took a half step back, and looked like he was enjoying a good show.
Fu Yan: "What? If you can't get it, you have to destroy it?"
Chen Sheng snorted and laughed: "Since you've just entered the game and don't know the rules, I have some time to teach you what the rules are."
The fluorescent man slowly approached Fu Yan. He was big and strong, with muscles all over his body.
He walked over to Fu Yan, rolled up his arms, revealing his bulging biceps, and said, "Boy, Shengshen asked you a question because he was giving you honor. Don't be so shameless."
The yellow-haired man was half a step behind the fluorescent man, but he was always on guard.
He Shuyang drew out a dagger and stood in front of Fu Yan. Although his face was still a little pale, his eyes were very determined.
Not to mention that Fu Yan had done him a favor, even if he hadn't, he wouldn't just watch these scum hurt people.
But Fu Yan didn't appreciate it at all, "Go play somewhere else."
Fu Yan pushed He Shuyang away and immediately kicked the yellow-haired man, sending him flying several meters.
Then he quickly grabbed the fluorescent man's arm and hit his shoulder with his elbow, dislocating it.
Everything happens in an instant.
By the time Chen Sheng reacted, Fu Yan was already standing in front of him.After players pass the novice copy, the game will reward them with talent skills.
Chen Sheng's gift is immense strength.
The reason why he didn't take action himself was, on the one hand, because he felt that Fu Yan was not worthy, and on the other hand, he wanted to test Fu Yan's talent.
According to his observation, Fu Yan's talent should be speed.
Then he has nothing to worry about.
Talents like speed are fine for escaping, but are useless in fighting.
Judging from Fu Yan's skills, he is at most a speed player with a little more strength.
There is no way he can be his opponent.
Although it would be a loss of dignity to fight with a newcomer, it was because the people he brought in this time were useless.
Chen Sheng mobilized his innate skills, used all his strength, and threw a punch.
This punch contained extremely powerful force.
Even He Shuyang, who is also a powerful person, couldn't catch it at his peak.
If Fu Yan was hit, his bones would be broken at best, or he would die on the spot at worst.
[This Chen Sheng is so vicious! He relies on his power to bully newcomers everywhere!]
[Ahhh! No! My Master!]
[Oh my god! Oh my god! I can't bear to watch this anymore. Master Fu, you died so tragically!]
[He deserves it for scolding us for ascending to the gods!]
[He has lost his mind after just one dungeon, and he even calls himself Fu Shen, is he worthy of that?]
[You have no ability and yet you still dare to act cool. You deserve to die! ]
[This is what happens when you mess with our guild.]
[F*ck the guy upstairs! F*ck your mother! You're so proud of yourself! Your shabby guild is so damn notorious for bullying the weak! And you're still licking your face here!]
[Haha! The people downstairs are getting mad. What's going on? Fu Yan is your dad!]
[I'm your fucking dad, you idiot! If you don't accept my decision, I'll start a dungeon solo! I'll make you kneel down and call me my ancestors!]
Cui Hao was squatting in the toilet, rapidly poking at his phone and arguing with someone.
When it comes to language output, he has never lost. If you dare to call him his idol, he will scold you to death!
While Cui Hao was outputting, he prayed in his heart.
"God bless you! Please don't let Master Fu die. Even if he's disabled, it doesn't matter. Just leave him a breath and let him get out of the dungeon alive.
I made a bet with someone and bet 50 points that he could clear the dungeon. If I lose, I will have to pay for everything.
God bless! God bless! May all the gods and Buddhas in the sky be blessed! Amitabha!
After Cui Hao finished muttering, he continued to output at a rapid speed.
Suddenly, a live broadcast prompt box appeared on his phone.
[User reported "青青草岗霸子" for excessive use of the word "mother" in his comments. A warning has been issued. If the same offense is repeated, the user will be banned for 48 hours.]
Cui Hao:...
[Fuck! Which idiot reported me?!]
[I xxx! You xxxx! Go to xxxx! You didn't give birth to a son! Fuck your whole family, you xxx! I xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx! You're such a fool!]
At the same time, in the copy.
Chen Sheng threw a punch, hitting Fu Yan in the face.
Fu Yan did not dodge or evade, and also responded with a punch.
The two fists collided with a "bang" sound.
Just when everyone thought that Fu Yan would be beaten away by Chen Sheng.
An incredible scene happened...
Chen Sheng was actually knocked flying by Fu Yan.
He fell to the ground with a thud, his entire arm and sleeve torn to pieces, bones and flesh turned inside out, broken bone fragments tumbling into the flesh, a terrifying sight.
Chen Sheng gritted his teeth to prevent himself from screaming.
Cold sweat dripped down his cheeks to the ground, and he knew that his arm was completely useless.
Fu Yan crossed his arms over his chest, his posture just like when Chen Sheng was "watching the show" just now, "Teach me the rules? My rules are the rules."
[Wow! Master Fu is so handsome! ]
[I xxxxxxxxxxx! Idol x exploded! ]
[How can such a cheesy statement, coming from Master Fu, sound so cool?]
[The one above, please turn off your fan filter. ]
[Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm going crazy for Fu Shen! I'm going crazy for Fu Shen! I'm banging my head against the wall for Fu Shen!]
[Please delete the above post, it makes me scream: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh! I'm crazy for Fu Shen! I'm crazy for Fu Shen! I'm banging my head against the wall for Fu Shen!]
[So, does Fu Shen also have a strength talent? ]
[But he is also very fast! ]
[Could it be a dual talent of strength and speed? ]
[I don't know. Anyway, the player information column in the live broadcast room says that Fu Yan's talent is unknown.]
[How come this is a hidden item?! This is so weird!]
[It might be strange for others, but it makes perfect sense for Fu Yan. After all, he is a person with a 0 Spirit value, yet he is still very lively.]
Before Fu Yan left, he glanced at the woman squatting beside the fluorescent man, checking his injuries. "Develop a teaching policy that can protect you and fulfill your duties as a teacher, and you won't be eaten."
After Fu Yan finished speaking, he left with He Shuyang.
It's not that he's a pushover, he just doesn't want to be halfway through finding clues in the afternoon and then have to go back to give corporal punishment... oh no, to educate students.
The flow of time in the dungeon is different from that in the community.
It's still daytime in the community, but they have already turned off the lights and closed the dormitories.
Students are not allowed to leave the dormitory after lights are turned off.
The players will patrol the campus.
Although it is called an inspection, there is no fixed inspection location assigned to the players.
Fu Yan brought He Shuyang to the library again.
He Shuyang: "Didn't we go to the library during the day? There was nothing there."
"Some things just like to come out at night."
He Shuyang lowered his voice and asked quietly, "What is it?"
"A romantic encounter." Fu Yan said with a weird smile.
He Shuyang: "…"
Is there anyone who can take care of him?
Fu Yan and He Shuyang walked through rows of bookshelves and came to the area where newspapers were kept.
He Shuyang: "Didn't we turn it over during the day?"
Fu Yan didn't answer him, but instead asked something completely irrelevant, "How are you recovering?"
"good."
Although he only has five health points left, the backlash effect has been lifted, and his overall combat effectiveness is still acceptable.
Fu Yan nodded, "That's good."
After saying that, he took out a candle and a lighter.
He Shuyang looked at him in horror, "What do you want to do..."
Before he could utter the word "what", Fu Yan lit the candle.
The next second, the sound of nails scratching the wall could be heard all around.
The sound was particularly noticeable in the quiet library.
He Shuyang vaguely saw countless slender black shadows lurking in the darkness, staring at them hungrily.
"Brother, what are you doing?" He Shuyang's voice trembled a little.
We told you to prohibit open flames, but this guy actually dared to play with fire!
If he had known this guy was so crazy, he would never have followed him into the dungeon.
Seeing the shadow gradually approaching, He Shuyang drew out his dagger and held it in front of him, "What should we do now?"
Fu Yan's handsome face flickered in the candlelight. "It's not about us, it's about you."
"ah?"
While He Shuyang was stunned, Fu Yan pushed him out.
"Ah—! Fuck!"Chapter 15 High School Ghost Stories (7)
Chapter 15 High School Ghost Stories (7)
He Shuyang was pushed out without any preparation and almost collided with the monster.
The monster had long, thin limbs, its body was charred black, it was twice the size of an ordinary person, its eyes were bloodshot, and its bloody mouth stretched all the way to the back of its ears. Its snow-white teeth were densely arranged like sharp saw teeth.
"What the hell! What the hell is this!?"
He Shuyang raised the dagger and held it against his chest, barely blocking the monster's attack on his chest. He turned around and encountered another one.
The claws of these monsters are long, pointed and extremely sharp, leaving a bloody wound when they touch your body.
He Shuyang used the bookcase to dodge back and forth. These monsters were not only strong but also fast.
In just a few minutes, He Shuyang was chased by them and was out of breath.
He took the time to look back at Fu Yan, only to see that he was still carefully selecting from the newspaper rack.
He Shuyang yelled, "Brother, you're reading my face! I'm dying!"
Fu Yan: "A man can't say he's not good enough."
At this time, the monsters chasing He Shuyang had increased from two to five. He couldn't beat these monsters and could only lead them around in circles in the library.
Fortunately, the library is large enough.
But what made him feel strange was that Fu Yan was the one playing with fire.
Instead of eating Fu Yan, a living target as big as him, they kept chasing him.
How come the monster also knows that Fu Yan is a pervert and not to be trifled with?
Fu Yan held a candle and searched in front of the newspaper rack. Finally, he found a stack of folded newspapers in a corner.
He was sure that the stack of newspapers was not there during the day and appeared after the lights were turned off.
Fu Yan took out the newspaper and looked at the date on it: April 4, 2014.
He opened the newspaper and found a related report in an inconspicuous corner.
The keywords of the report are:
April 4, 2014
"playground"
49 people
"fire"
"Ceremony"
"This incident has caused extremely serious social impact."
Please continue to pay attention to follow-up reports.
"ceremony..."
Fu Yan took the candle and walked to the area of religious books.
There are not many religious books, just one wall.
He looked through the books one by one and found an old diary in the corner of the last row. In the candlelight, dried dark red bloodstains were visible.
This tip shouldn't be too obvious.
Fu Yan took out the diary and opened it.
I found that there was not a single word in it.
He hung the diary over the candle flame to warm it.
Lines of shocking dark red font appeared on the diary.
"September 1, 2011. Today is the first day of school."
"On September 2, 2011, everyone loved Gu Yao."
"September 3, 2011. I'm so envious of Gu Yao."
"On May 6, 2012, I heard them calling me ugly behind my back, and Gu Yao laughed at me with them, even though we are family."
"October 25, 2013, I hate Gu Yao!!!"
"March 22, 2014, I hate them. Why don't they just die! Die! Die! Die!"
From then on, the owner of the diary never wrote in it again.
But he wrote on the paper repeatedly with a red pen, "Go to hell" "Go to hell".
The diary was not updated until April 4, 2014.
"I am a despised person, but my god has not abandoned me. As long as I sacrifice forty-nine lives, I can awaken him. He will bestow blessings and make my wishes come true."
"On April 5, 2014, the sacrifice was successful. I got what I wanted, but..."
The diary ends here.
Fu Yan has pieced together the truth of the story, and only one thing remains to be verified.
He Shuyang was almost unable to hold on. In order to create a good reading environment for Fu Yan, he almost attracted all the firepower.
The monsters were also annoyed by him. If they picked on the weak at the beginning, now they really wanted to kill He Shuyang.
How can someone be so annoying that even the people around him are so annoying!
He Shuyang ran wildly all the way and accidentally ran into a dead end.
There was a wall in front of him, and bookcases on both sides. Two monsters were squatting on each bookcase, baring their teeth, sticking out their bright red tongues, and looking at him ferociously with their blood-red eyes.
He quickly turned around and tried to run back, but as soon as he turned around, he was face to face with the monster's bloody mouth.
Five monsters were standing behind him, grinning and looking at him excitedly.
He could even smell the foul smell of blood in the monster's mouth.
"What the hell!"
He Shuyang was completely panicked. Although he had entered the dungeon seven or eight times, they were all two or three-star elementary dungeons. He had never seen such a scene before.
He hurriedly raised his dagger, ready to pierce the monster's teeth before it chewed him to pieces.
The monster approached step by step, and just as it opened its mouth and was about to bite off his head, a figure fell from the sky.
It was Fu Yan.
Fu Yan landed nimbly on the monster's back.
Punch the monster's head.
The bloody brain matter sprayed all over He Shuyang's face.
Carrying the strong fishy stench and warm body temperature of the monster.
How to describe it...
It's still... quite fresh...
"Ding! Thriller value +65"
The horror value prompt sound rang in Fu Yan's mind.
He summed up the rules, whether it was the previous copy or this copy.
Each n can only contribute a maximum of 100 horror points to him.
So the 65 who was shot in the head should be his Matt.
Without the "Shamatte" skin, he almost didn't recognize it.
After Fu Yan blew up Matt, he punched back and punched through the belly of the monster behind him.
"Ding! Thriller value +70"
Hmm...he couldn't recognize this one.
After Fu Yan got rid of the monsters that were surrounding He Shuyang, he found that the two monsters that he had just shot in the head were actually standing up again staggeringly.
He Shuyang also noticed it. He wiped the brains off his face and turned to ask Fu Yan, "What should we do now?"
"run!"
After Fu Yan finished speaking, he grabbed He Shuyang and ran away.
Without the fire to attract them, the monsters quickly lost their target.
He Shuyang: "Where are we going next?"
Fu Yan: "Do you know where the fluorescent girl is?"
He Shuyang: "When I came out, I saw her and that guy heading towards the gymnasium."
Fu Yan took out the newspaper from his pocket and wiped his hands. "Let's go to the gym."
He Shuyang: "You don't want to take advantage of the dark night and do something to that girl, do you?"
Fu Yan handed the found diary to He Shuyang, "You guessed it right."
"What's this?" He Shuyang took the diary and read it while walking. "Hey, slow down. I can't keep up."Chapter 16: High School Ghost Stories (8)
Chapter 16: High School Ghost Stories (8)
In the gymnasium.
The fluorescent man dragged the fluorescent woman to the classroom where the sports equipment was stored. He checked the classroom and made sure that there was no one else here except the two of them, then locked the door.
After locking the door, the man rushed towards the woman anxiously.
He pressed the woman down on the mat and roughly tore off her clothes.
He was doing a live broadcast to attract attention.
This woman has been with him for more than two months. Although she is not very good-looking, she has a great figure, so she appears on camera very often.
But today the woman seemed particularly uncooperative.
But it's better this way, more exciting.
The man had the intention of committing violence. He rode on the woman and slapped her in the face, "Bitch, be quiet!"
The man was very strong and slapped the woman's head sideways.
They usually play like this, and the man didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
But the next second, his eyes widened in horror.
A dark-skinned monster with long, thin limbs and a bloody mouth emerged from the woman's skin.
"Strange..."
Before the man could even scream, the monster bit off his head...
When Fu Yan and his team arrived, there was only a headless corpse left in the house.
But looking at his clothes, you can recognize him as the fluorescent guy at a glance.
He Shuyang: "He was eaten by a monster?"
"It's obvious." Fu Yan squatted and examined the body.
"Where's that woman?" He Shuyang turned around and saw Fu Yan rummaging through the fluorescent man's wallet. "What are you doing?"
Fu Yan: "See if there's anything valuable to take away."
He Shuyang: "…"
He really didn't know which of Fu Yan's words were true and which were false!
"Come and take a look at this." Fu Yan called He Shuyang over and handed him a photo.
The photo shows a couple wearing the same fluorescent green jacket.
The man in the photo is a fluorescent man, but the woman is not the fluorescent woman they saw.
The fluorescent woman in the photo has a nice figure, but her appearance is far less beautiful than what they saw in the copy.
He Shuyang: "How can there be two fluorescent girls? Who is the real one?"
Fu Yan: "People can lie, but things can't."
He Shuyang: "Are you saying the fluorescent woman in the photo is the real one? Then is this guy blind? He didn't even know his partner had changed."
Fu Yan: "Perhaps the 'fluorescent girl' he saw was different from the one we saw. Remember when I stepped on the yellow-haired guy outside the school?"
He Shuyang nodded.
Not only did he remember it, he also felt great about it!
If he hadn't entered the dungeon, he would have wanted Fu Yan to trample him to death.
Fu Yan: "That kick, I stepped on it to death, but I didn't hear the copy prompt sound."
He Shuyang: "You mean, we had already entered the dungeon at that time?"
Fu Yan nodded.
He Shuyang: "No wonder I thought the dungeon's notification sound had changed. Turns out it was this dungeon that was causing all the trouble! But why did it do that?"
"Hide the identity of the 'Fluorescent Girl'."
"So who is this 'fluorescent woman' we saw?"
"Did I show you your diary?"
"I saw it." He Shuyang suddenly realized, "The fluorescent girl is Gu Yao!"
Fu Fu was speechless, "It's Gu Ling!"
He Shuyang looked puzzled, "How is it possible? Doesn't Gu Ling have a birthmark on her face?"
Fu Yan: "Then who do you think wrote that diary?"
"Gu...Gu Ling?" He Shuyang asked uncertainly.
Fu Yan flipped through the diary and pointed it at him. "The diary was written by Gu Ling. In 2011, she envied Gu Yao. In 2013, she hated Gu Yao. In 2014, she said her wish came true. For someone who envied Gu Yao and hated Gu Yao, what would her wish be?"
He Shuyang: "Become Gu Yao!"
"One point for a correct answer."
He Shuyang suddenly remembered that when he first entered the dungeon, Fu Yan kept staring at the fluorescent girl. Did he know at that time that the fluorescent girl was not human?
He Shuyang: "Did you already know that the fluorescent girl wasn't human, so you kept staring at her from the beginning?"
Fu Yan: "…"
This guy is not smart in other things, but he is always right in guessing things related to him.
It is impossible for him to admit it, even if he is beaten to death.
"No, I just think she's pretty."
He Shuyang: "…"
rogue!
He Shuyang secretly glared at Fu Yan and said, "So are we going to look for Gu Ling now?"
Fu Yan: "No, let's go do something exciting."
He Shuyang: "…"
Wasn't this night exciting enough?!
When Fu Yan pushed out a large cart of alcohol and flammable materials from the chemical laboratory, He Shuyang was already disheartened.
One candle is far from enough to satisfy this pervert.
He is going to burn down the copy!
Fu Yan pushed the alcohol truck onto the abandoned basketball court.
This place has been abandoned for a long time, surrounded by rusty fences, and the ground is covered with fallen leaves and dead grass.
It's a good place to do BBQ.
Tonight's main course is Monster Kebab.
Fu Yan piled up flammable materials to make a simple bonfire.
The moment the bonfire was lit, sparks flew everywhere.
He handed the remaining alcohol to He Shuyang, "Dinner is up to you, Chef He."
He Shuyang nodded helplessly.
Now that things have come to this, I can only go crazy to the end.
Soon, the monsters came roaring along the firelight.
There were about ten of them in this wave, and they roared and attacked Fu Yan.
Fu Yan accepted everyone who came to him and killed every kid with one punch.
The monsters were beaten so hard that their arms and legs flew everywhere, and their brains, intestines, and stomachs were all over the ground.
"Ding! Thriller value +70"
"Ding! Thriller value +70"
"Ding! Thriller value +70"
"Ding! Thriller value +70"
Every time Fu Yan killed one person, he would throw another one into the basketball court.
He Shuyang was responsible for lighting the fire and baking.
If they encounter someone who is not dead yet, they will stab them a few more times.
At first he was still frightened, but later he became numb.
As he raised his hand and swung his knife, he showed off Fu Yan's crazy temperament.
Fu Yan stood in front of the flames with his bare hands, his body covered in blood, like a demon from hell.
[Who said Fu Shen was being gentle in this round?! His brains are about to explode in my face!]
[Arms and legs flying everywhere is not much better than having your brains dug out, okay!]
What was Fu Shen's previous job? Was the pressure so high?
[Could it be a programmer? ]
[Impossible! Programmers don't have that much hair!!!]
When Fu Yan killed the last monster with one punch, he gained a total of 2870 horror points.
Including the ones in the library, he killed a total of 49 monsters and obtained 3355 horror points.
Except for "Gu Yao" who was using "Gu Ling's" body, everyone else contributed 100 points of horror value to him.
It's still fun to have so many copies like this.
All of these have been resolved, except for the last one.
Fu Yan raised the torch and shouted towards the dark playground in the distance, "Gu Ling, do you want to come here by yourself, or should I catch you?"
He Shuyang: "Can she hear you if you shout like that? How about I get you a loudspeaker?"
Fu Yan: "She heard it."
Sure enough, the next moment, a woman wearing a fluorescent green jacket, with a pretty face and a black mole on the tip of her nose walked over from the playground in the distance.
She smiled and looked at Fu Yan: "How did you know it was mine?"
Fu Yan knew it the first time he saw her, so he beat up the yellow-haired girl to verify whether he had entered the copy.
But he wasn't going to tell her these words.
Fu Yan: "I'm smart."
Gu Ling nodded, "You are indeed very smart. I know you want to make a copy, but in fact, you can also make a copy without killing me."
Fu Yan was very interested, "Oh?"
Gu Ling walked over to Fu Yan, took off her coat, revealing her curvy figure. "As long as you let that fool die for me, I will be yours. I can go through dungeons with you and be with you forever."
Gu Ling looked at Fu Yan with eyes full of charm.
Fu Yan: "Really?"
Gu Ling leaned on Fu Yan's shoulder and nodded shyly.
"Oh well."
After Fu Yan finished speaking, he pulled Gu Ling's clothes on, then took a deep breath and punched Gu Ling in the stomach.
"Hmm…"
Gu Ling's shy expression froze on her face.
The next second, the whole person flew backwards and plunged into He Shuyang's fire. "Why...why!"
Fu Yan: "Oh! You still want to be with me! How can I let you take advantage of me?"
Gu Ling: "…"
He Shuyang: "…"Chapter 17: Quite...Special
Chapter 17: Quite...Special
Gu Ling and Gu Yao are twins. One of them has a birthmark on her face and is disliked by others; the other has a pretty face and is loved by others.
Gradually, the ugly Gu Ling began to envy the beautiful Gu Yao.
She learned from a book about a formation that could summon an evil god.
As long as she sacrifices 49 lives to the evil god, he will grant her one wish.
Her wish is to "become Gu Yao".
The sacrifice was successful, and she became Gu Yao, but not as a human...
She turned into a monster that could only wear the skin of "Gu Yao". Unless there was a living person to replace her, she would be trapped in the copy forever, neither human nor ghost...
Tongues of fire licked everything around them, and the sky turned pale white.
A familiar metallic sound rang in Fu Yan's mind.
[Beep! Game over.]
A beam of white light flashed, and just before leaving the copy, a horror value prompt sound rang in Fu Yan's mind.
"Ding! Thriller value +100"
It's Gu Yao's.
The horror value is the trembling from the depths of the soul.
Gu Yao and Gu Ling had exchanged souls before, so neither of them contributed any horror value to Fu Yan.
Now that both of them are dead and their souls have returned to their bodies, the horror value should have been credited to their accounts at the same time, but where did Gu Ling's horror value go?
Fu Yan began to reflect.
Is he not scary enough?
At the same time, a gnashing metallic sound rang out again on the world channel.
[Players Fu Yan and He Shuyang successfully cleared the "High School Ghost Story" dungeon.]
[The "High School Ghost Story" dungeon has received permanent damage and will no longer refresh.]
There was another round of cheers in the live broadcast room.
[Ahhhhhh! I knew it! I knew it! Once Master Fu makes a move, I'll know if it's effective or not!]
[Fu Shen is awesome! He's completely shut himself off after playing this dungeon again.]
I used to worry about what would happen if I got unlucky enough to land in this dungeon. Even though I knew the clues, I couldn't defeat the monsters! Now I don't have to worry anymore. Long live Master Fu!
[At the rate that Master Fu is clearing dungeons, will we be left with no dungeons to clear in the future?]
[If there is no copy, can I go home? I miss my parents...]
[I xxxxxxxxxxxx! Master Fu is awesome! You're the best!!! I saved my pants!!!]
[What's sneaking in upstairs? ]
The discussion in the live broadcast room was so heated that no one paid any attention when the system announced on the world channel that "Chen Sheng successfully cleared the "High School Ghost Story" dungeon."
What is there to discuss about someone who only survived the dungeon thanks to Fu Yan?
Fu Yan and He Shuyang finished the copy and were directly teleported back to the castle.
Fu Yan opened his eyes and found himself still lying on the big bed in the castle.
The clock in the room showed seven o'clock.
He stayed in the dungeon for a whole day and a whole night, but only an hour passed outside of the dungeon.
Fu Yan sat up, looked down at his clothes, and his breath caught.
I quickly ran to the mirror and looked in it.
The originally clean and tidy suit was now stained with the blood and brains of those monsters in red and green.
He looked back at his bed.
A "p" came out of his mouth.
Damn, dogs have nothing to do with people than games!
Can't you wash him before transmitting?
Ruined! All ruined!
His high bed soft pillow Simmons!
Horror Game: Haha! Blame me? Weren't you happy when you killed monsters? [gnashing teeth.jpg]
At the same time, in the Fu Sheng Meng Hua Guild.
More than ten players with healing talents gathered around Chen Sheng's bed, taking turns using their talents to help heal his hand.
But Chen Sheng was seriously injured, with all the bones in his arm broken.
Even if it can be cured, this arm will be useless and will only be a decoration in the future.
Chen Sheng lay on the bed, screaming in pain, wishing he could cut Fu Yan into pieces.
It was Fu Yan who harmed him!
He must kill him! Kill him!
Everyone's treatment was ineffective, and Lin Qingyun, the president of Fu Sheng Meng Hua, waved his hand and asked everyone to leave.
He sat down in front of Chen Sheng's bed and tucked in the quilt for him. "I usually tell you to be low-key, but you just don't listen!"
At this time, they were the only two left in the room. Chen Sheng's tears fell. He grabbed Lin Qingyun's arm and said, "Uncle, I don't want to become a disabled person. Please think of a way, uncle!"
Although Lin Qingyun was angry at his nephew for not fighting, he was still his own nephew after all. "Uncle will help you find a way. I won't abandon you."
Chen Sheng wiped the tears from his face and said bitterly, "Uncle! It's all Fu Yan's fault! It's all his fault! He's the one who made me like this. You have to help me get revenge! Kill him, help me kill him!"
Lin Qingyun: "Don't worry about Fu Yan anymore. Your current task is to recover from your injuries. Nothing else matters! We still have things to do at the guild. I'll let Huangmao come in to take care of you."
After Lin Qingyun left, Huangmao walked in with a twist of his waist.
He sat down next to Chen Sheng and handed him a glass of water.
Chen Sheng pushed his hand away, "You said you would help me."
Huangmao put down his water cup and circled Chen Sheng's chest with his fingers. "Of course I will help you. We have a common enemy..."
"A-choo!"
Fu Yan sneezed, not knowing who was talking about him.
He took a shower, cleaned himself up, and ordered a new bed from the points mall.
Now ordinary beds can no longer satisfy him.
This time he bought a giant retro bed made of golden nanmu wood, which is fully wrapped on all sides and can accommodate five or six people.
Look at the workmanship.
Look at this texture.
It is said to be a limited edition, and there is only one in the entire game.
Fu Yan closed his eyes and brushed past the edge of the bed.
Sure enough, this kind of thing with carvings of dragons and phoenixes, elegant and luxurious, is in line with his noble temperament.
"hiss!"
Why is he covered in dirt?!
When He Shuyang brought his sister to say goodbye to Fu Yan, they saw that Fu Yan's door was wide open.
There was a huge...coffin in the room?
That coffin looks very familiar...
Isn't this the lidless coffin that has been in the points mall for eight hundred years and no one bought it, and later could only be used to hold soil!
This thing was even on the official live broadcast room of the Points Mall a while ago.
At that time, n was introducing a kind of all-purpose cement. When mixing the cement, he was afraid of dirtying the floor of the live broadcast room, so he mixed it in this coffin.
At that time, the horror fans even said that since the coffin had no lid anyway, the host might as well use cement to make it into a kang, and maybe he could meet a buyer with a lot of money.
Unexpectedly, my words came true. Although I didn't make a successful kang, I met a buyer who was rich and stupid.
After what happened last night, He Shuyang no longer found it strange no matter what Fu Yan did.
Not to mention a coffin, even if he bought a spaceship, He Shuyang would think, "Well, this is something Fu Yan can do."
No, he couldn't give Fu Yan this idea.
He Shuyang shook his head, interrupting the thought in his mind, and then knocked on Fu Yan's door.
Fu Yan heard a knock on the door, looked up and climbed out of the coffin, holding a dusty rag in his hand.
It looked like he was cleaning the coffin just now.
"Here you are, sit anywhere." Fu Yan jumped out of the coffin and dusted himself off. "Look at my new bed!"
He Shuyang: "Hmm... quite... special."Chapter 18 Talent
Chapter 18 Talent
"Look at my new bed!"
He Shuyang: "Hmm... quite... special."
What we want is special.
Fu Yan was very pleased with this, so he asked in a good-tempered manner, "What's the matter with you guys coming here?"
He Shuyang: "We are here to say goodbye. Thank you for taking me in and for helping me in the dungeon. If you need any help in the future, just let me know and I will help you no matter how hard it takes."
Fu Yan waved his hand, "Don't be so polite."
He Shuyang was about to say "Yes, yes" when he heard Fu Yan say as a matter of course: "What are you talking about later? I need your help with something right now."
He Shuyang: "…"
It seems that the phrase "Don't be so polite" was referring to himself.
Okay!
He Shuyang nodded, "You say."
Fu Yan stuffed the rag into He Shuyang's hand and said sincerely, "Please help me wipe the bed."
He Shuyang: "...Okay."
He Shuyang took off his shoes, jumped into the coffin, and helped him wipe it with a grunt.
Fu Yan crossed his legs and directed He Shuyang while turning his head to observe He Shuyue.
He Shuyue squatted outside the coffin, the farthest away from Fu Yan, with her head lowered. She handed the rag to He Shuyang silently, not daring to glance at Fu Yan.
Since entering the room, Fu Yan has never seen He Shuyue raise her head.
He knew that He Shuyue was afraid of him. He had heard from the conversation between Huangmao and the others that He Shuyue had suffered some bad things in the past.
This may cause her to feel insecure and fearful of strange men.
But what does this have to do with her not being able to enter the dungeon?
Fu Yan was too lazy to guess and simply asked directly, "He Shuyang, why can't your sister enter the dungeon?"
He Shuyang stopped what he was doing and said to He Shuyue, "Xiaoyue, go out and help your brother get a bucket of water."
After He Shuyue left, He Shuyang was silent for a while before saying, "Every player has his or her own talent. Mine is strength, and Xiaoyue's talent is... empathy."
"Empathy?" Fu Yan supported his chin with both hands.
He Shuyang nodded, as if recalling something terrible. His face was heavy as he spoke, "At first, we didn't know what empathy meant until Xiaoyue entered the dungeon for the second time. I was worried that something might happen to her, so I wanted to go in with her."
"But I couldn't afford the card, and just then someone from 'Fu Sheng Meng Hua' came to recruit me. I sold Xiao Yue and myself to 'Fu Sheng Meng Hua' for 30 points. This is the thing I regret most in my life..."
He Shuyang said this and fell into deep self-blame.
Fu Yan interrupted him at the right moment, "Well... you can talk, but don't stop what you're doing."
He Shuyang: "…"
He Shuyang wiped his face, his guilt somewhat washed away. "The N in that dungeon was a murdered woman. Her eyes were gouged out, her tongue pulled out, and she was tortured to death. Her resentment was deep, and Xiaoyue was affected the moment she entered the dungeon."
"I'll never forget that scene. Xiaoyue collapsed to the ground, twitching, blood pouring from all seven orifices as she clutched her own neck, her teeth biting her tongue fiercely, and desperately trying to poke her eyeballs with two fingers."
"If I hadn't been so strong and stopped her, she might not have made it out of that dungeon alive. That's when we learned why this talent is called 'Empathy'."
"Experience what the dead have experienced, feel what the dead have felt."
"This talent is quite deceptive." Fu Yan nodded, supporting his chin. "But your sister doesn't seem to have only this kind of talent."
"What do you mean?" He Shuyang jumped out of the coffin and asked urgently.
Fu Yan: "Didn't you see the wound on your sister's arm?"
He Shuyang was stunned for a moment and shook his head.
Fu Yan said, "How do you manage to be a brother?"
"When your sister carried you here last night, I saw a wound on her arm that was still bleeding. It must have been a fresh wound. There were also a few puddles of black, smelly water by the wine cellar door. I guess it was something from the black fog."
"The things in the fog last night sucked away life, and the roses by my door were all dried up. Your sister was caught by them, but she was completely unharmed, only suffering minor skin injuries. Don't you think it's amazing?"
He Shuyang nodded, not quite understanding, "So..."
Fu Yan: "So I guess, in addition to the talent of 'empathy', your sister should also have a defensive talent, such as spell defense and magic defense."
As someone who had all played games before, He Shuyang quickly understood what Fu Yan meant. "If Xiaoyue really had this talent, then why would she be hurt by 'empathy'?"
Fu Yan: "Perhaps her talent is currently limited to her arms and cannot be expanded to the surrounding area. If it could be expanded to cover her entire body, perhaps she would no longer be affected by empathy."
He Shuyang was delighted to hear that his sister could break free from the influence of empathy. "Then how should we proceed?"
Fu said: "Fight poison with poison."
"You mean let her enter the dungeon? No!" He Shuyang firmly disagreed. He would rather keep entering the dungeon for his sister than take the risk of losing her.
Fu Yan folded his arms across his chest, leaning back on the sofa, his expression colder than ever before. "With your health points, how long can you replace her? You can't replace her forever. To be frank, if you die in the dungeon, what will you let her do? Die with you? She has to learn to grow up on her own."
He Shuyang lowered his eyes and didn't look at Fu Yan. He clenched his fists and said nothing.
Fu Yan sighed, stood up from the sofa, and returned to his previous awkward appearance, as if his previous coldness was just He Shuyang's illusion.
"This is your family affair. It's up to you to decide. The only benefit I can gain from this is... one more instance of the dungeon."
After Fu Yan finished speaking, he turned and left. When he reached the door, he met He Shuyue who had come back from fetching water. He didn't know how long she had been standing there.
Fu Yan didn't plan to greet the little girl for fear of scaring her.
But the little girl took the initiative to stop Fu Yan.
She still lowered her head and didn't dare look at Fu Yan. Her voice trembled as she spoke, "I...my brother's body..."
Fu Yan knew what she was going to ask. "It's terrible. I might die young."
He Shuyue's body swayed a little.
Fu Yan spread his hands. He didn't mean to scare the little girl.
Fu Yan left the room, came outside the castle, and took a deep breath of the outside air.
"Cough cough cough... *** choke."
At this time, the outside of the castle was in a state of desolation, with all the flowers, plants and trees withered. It looked even worse than when he arrived yesterday.
Especially the red roses that covered his wall, each one was shriveled, yellow and drooping.
They are indeed a bunch of beautiful trash.
Fu Yan opened the points mall and found the flowers and plants category.
He searched through it and finally found a flower that matched his elegant temperament.
Piranha Plant!Chapter 19 Faith Value
Chapter 19 Faith Value
Fu Yan covered the outer walls of the castle with carnivorous plants.
Looking at the red flowers of doom with their bloody mouths and sharp teeth, Fu Yan felt very satisfied.
This is what a castle should look like.
After Fu Yan finished decorating the castle, he checked his points.
The college copy gave him a total of 5 billion points, minus the 300 million he just used to buy the bed and the Piranha Plant.
He now has 4.7 billion and 1 points left.
He had never seen this kind of money in his world.
It's really eye-opening.
Fu Yan also checked his own horror value by the way.
"Thriller value: 5396"
When the horror value reaches 10,000, he can draw his first skill card.
He has no talent for this game.
But he comes from a high-dimensional world after all.
His existence is simply a dimensionality reduction attack on this low-dimensional game.
Fu Yan took back the control panel and was about to return to the castle when he met He Shuyang and his sister who came out to look for him.
He Shuyue somehow convinced He Shuyang.
He Shuyang took the initiative to bring her to Fu Yan and said, "You are right. I can't protect her forever. She has to face the world on her own."
Fu Yan nodded, "So?"
He Shuyang: "So I would like you to help her..."
Fu Yan: "Why?"
Fu Yan felt that he was a great person for being able to provide them with this idea.
Do they still want to rely on themselves?
No way!
He Shuyang also knew that they had no relationship with Fu Yan, and Fu Yan had no obligation to help them.
But he really couldn't find any other way. He didn't know anything about this talent and had no idea what to do.
After all, he is a newcomer who has only been in the game for three months.
He Shuyang: "The dungeon just gave me a thousand points, I'm willing to give them all to you."
Fu Yan pointed to his magnificent castle and asked, "How do you think I'm inferior to you?"
He Shuyang's cheeks flushed red.
Apart from this, he had nothing.
He Shuyang pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth, and said seriously: "As long as you can help Xiaoyue, I will be yours."
"Ahem…"
Fu Yan was almost choked to death by his words, "Hey hey hey, you are so vicious, I saved you, but you actually repay me with hatred and disgust me."
He Shuyang also noticed the ambiguity in the words, "I...I didn't mean that. I meant I would work hard for you."
He Shuyang blushed and looked at Fu Yan with a determined look.
Fu Yan was just about to say "No need" when a prompt sounded in his head.
"Ding! Faith value +1"
Faith value?
Fu Yan distracted himself and checked the horror value panel.
I found that there was indeed a progress bar below the horror value.
It says:
Faith value: 1
What the hell?
Fu Yan used his mind to check the description of the faith value.
"Those who contribute faith points to you will become your believers. Loyal believers can spread fear for you, helping you gain more horror points."
Fu Yan's eyes suddenly lit up.
If you talk about "horror value", he won't be sleepy anymore.
Does "spreading fear" mean scaring people?
In other words, the horror value created by the believers intimidating n can also belong to him.
The more and more terrifying his followers are, the higher his horror value will be.
This is much faster than clearing the dungeon himself.
He Shuyang saw that Fu Yan didn't say anything for a long time and thought that he disagreed. When he was hesitating, He Shuyue suddenly raised his head.
This was the first time she looked up at Fu Yan. Although she felt uneasy and her voice trembled, her eyes did not evade him. "Mr. Fu, I am willing to work hard for you. I know that I am not capable enough and am just a burden to you, but I will work hard to improve myself. Please give me a chance."
"Ding! Faith value +1"
In just a short while, Fu Yan's faith value increased a little bit.
Why!
Since it was delivered to his door, he would accept it reluctantly.
Who made him so kind?
"If not one burden is killed, then two." Fu Yan stretched out two fingers, waved them in front of the brother and sister, and strode into the castle.
He Shuyang looked puzzled: "What does he mean?"
He Shuyue: "Mr. Fu agreed."
"Ah?" He Shuyang was ecstatic. "Really? Really?!"
"Thank you! Mr. Fu..." He Shuyang shouted happily behind Fu Yan.
Fu Yan waved his hand without even turning his head, "Just call me Fu Yan."
He Shuyue's next dungeon will be in five days.
Fu Yan and He Shuyang each bought a binding card and bound it to her.
Taking advantage of the five days left, Fu Yan planned to give them a training session.
With their current level, if they enter the dungeon alone, let alone earning horror points for him, it would be good enough if they don't give away heads.
He Shuyang's talent is strength. Since he has been entering the dungeon for He Shuyue, his health is almost depleted and his combat effectiveness is very poor.
Besides, he is only nineteen years old now and has only been in the dungeon for three months. It is normal for him to be afraid of monsters. He will get better as he enters the dungeon more often.
But Fu Yan couldn't wait, he grew up slowly.
He was ready to give He Shuyang a drastic measure.
As night fell, the fog surrounding the community turned from white to black.
One after another, dried-up, rotten, and grumbling zombies crawled out of the black fog.
The zombies were densely packed, numbering thousands, and they were slowly moving towards the center of the community.
"You've got it."
Fu Yan threw a bottle of recovery potion to He Shuyang.
Bought from the points mall, 10,000 points can restore your health points to full.
He Shuyang was a little touched. He opened his mouth and was about to thank Fu Yan.
Fu Yan gave him a weird smile.
This smile was very familiar. He had just seen it not long ago, when Fu Yan forced the little green-haired boy to jump off the building...
The next second, an irresistible force attacked from the calf.
He Shuyang was thrown out of the window by Fu Yan.
Before He Shuyang could even scream, he fell to the ground.
Health -1
Fortunately, it was on the third floor, otherwise he would have been smashed to pieces.
He Shuyang only has 3 health points left.
This made his already low health even worse.
Just as he was about to take out the recovery potion, he saw a group of zombies walking towards him one meter away.
They were walking slowly, but suddenly they smelled the scent of a living person.
They rushed over here, moving several times faster than usual, and arrived in front of He Shuyang in the blink of an eye.
"Oh my god!"
He Shuyang pulled out a dagger, chopped down the zombie closest to him with a single blow, then turned around and ran into the castle.
But the gate of the castle was closed tightly at this time.
No matter how hard he knocks, the door won't open.
He Shuyang turned around and glanced at the zombies swarming behind him. How long are they going to stop chopping them?!
Although the zombies have low lethality, their physical strength is limited, and they can't bear the continuous chopping of their arms!
Although the black fog was scary before, there weren't so many monsters in the fog.
One or two at most.
Ever since Fu Yan appeared, it seemed as if the entire community had become abnormal.