Leng Feng sat up suddenly, sweating profusely.

This is the eleventh attempt, and the woman died eight times before the eyes of the cold wind, and four times after the cold wind was injured and woke up in a dream.

He lay blankly on the bed, looking at the familiar ceiling.

"You really don't want one?" Old man Wu Hong spat out a puff of smoke rings beautifully.

Leng Feng glanced at the old man, did not answer, and lay quietly on the bed.

After a while, he said lightly, "Is fate really something that can't be changed?" Even in a dream......"

The old man took a deep puff of his cigarette and let the choking gas roll back and forth in his lungs.

Leng Feng has asked this question many times, but the old man still has the same answer.

The results will always be different because of the choice, and if you want different results, you have to make different choices.

"This is the last time, if you don't work this time, you can give up, your spirit can't stand such torture for a long time."

"Anyway, you need to go to a deeper dream." Old man Wu Hong spit out smoke rings, and in the smoke, the old man's eyes flashed with a strange light.

The smoke cleared, and a silky lullaby sounded soothingly.

In a trance, the familiar village gate appeared in front of Leng Feng's eyes.

The cold wind of late autumn rushed into the cold wind and split his neck, burrowing into every pore of him, making him shiver.

"Guess who I am?"

It's this familiar routine again, Leng Feng doesn't look at it now, and subconsciously stretches out his knife and slashes behind him.

Then he quickly turned around and hugged the woman who fell softly, and a set of combos was like a cloud of peers.

The cold wind put the woman on the ground, and took off her own clothes, tearing them into several pieces and weaving them into a long rope.

He tied the woman tightly to his body so that she would not fall off while he was running.

In the first few dreams, the cold wind directly knocked the woman unconscious, ready to take the woman away.

As a result, it was resisted by all the villagers, and was provoked by the village chief, which turned into a large-scale chase and killing.

During the chase, the woman was stabbed to death again and again.

The sound of a chainsaw pierced the dawn and woke up the walking dead villagers like a rooster crow.

"Can't you go out and throw our ugliness!"

It was a familiar scene again, the village chief and the old man were holding a kitchen knife, looking at the cold wind with a fierce face, not letting the cold wind go.

Leng Feng didn't say a word, and directly split the village chief in half with a chainsaw.

The last time I had a dream, I was arguing with this old immortal, and I was attacked by a villager.

"If any of you dare to step forward, the end will be the same as this old immortal!" The cold wind roared loudly.

The villagers were all blindfolded, looked at each other, their eyes suddenly turned red, and they rushed towards the cold wind with kitchen knives.

This village is isolated from the rest of the world, and the villagers are all fierce and desperate.

The cold wind hacked several villagers to death, but they still rushed desperately.

Leng Feng reminded himself again and again that it was just a game, but his hands still trembled unconsciously.

It's not because of fear, it's the weight of the moral bottom line.

Leng Feng desperately broke through, and his heart was condemned by morality again and again.

Although this is just a game, this game is so real, the feeling of the knife on the flesh is the same as the real thing, and the tragic death of the villagers is the same as the real thing.

The cold wind felt that he had become numb, and at this time, the bombardment sound of the chainsaw slowly became smaller, and the blades of the chainsaw slowly stopped as the sound became smaller.

Damn, the chainsaw has run out of oil at this time, and has become a bulky burning stick.

A villager took advantage of this time to take a kitchen knife and slash at Leng Feng's arm, and the blood instantly stained the entire sleeve red.

Leng Feng endured the sharp pain in his arm, kicked the villager to the ground, picked up the rusty kitchen knife of the village chief, and stabbed him in the heart.

[You get a weapon: Rusty Kitchen Knife]

[Attack: Very Weak]

[Special Effect: Tetanus can be triggered, and if it is not treated for three days, it can trigger absolute death.] 】

Three days......

Three days, what do I want you to do!

The cold wind threw the chainsaw and took the rusty kitchen knife and shuttled back and forth through the crowd.

Leng Feng was forced by Avril to practice some martial arts before, and his physical fitness was still relatively strong, and with a swing of the knife, a villager would fall to the ground.

"Kill him!"

"Avenge the village chief!"

The villagers' eyes were red, and they gritted their teeth, eager to swallow the flesh of the cold wind.

The villagers have gone crazy, and the cold wind has become numb, so they only know how to run desperately and cut desperately.

In order not to hurt the woman, Leng Feng turned around several times and used his body to block several fatal knives for her.

The woman's chest fell together, and she slept soundly, not knowing that she was in a dead situation.

This stupid girl......

I don't know why, Leng Feng felt that this scene was familiar, where had he seen it before.

With this lingering feeling in his heart, Leng Feng also made up his mind to kill a way to live for women.

The rust on the kitchen knife was stained with thick blood, and after the cold wind didn't know how many villagers had been cut down, they finally showed their fear and stepped back vigilantly with the kitchen knife.

Drops of blood slipped through the cold wind's fingertips and fell to the ground, blooming like a blooming rose.

The cold wind glared at the group of villagers, guarding against their sneak attack.

There have been a few times before, Leng Feng has killed a bloody path, but when he was about to leave, he was suddenly attacked by several villagers.

"Who else!" , The cold wind looked at this rabble lightly, and scared the group back a few steps alive to make way for a way.

Leng Feng gasped, step by step, carrying the woman on his back and walking heavily towards the outside of the village.

Behind him, the cold light flickered, and the cold wind didn't even look at it, and threw the kitchen knife behind him.

A scream came from behind, and a villager who was about to sneak up on the cold wind stuck a kitchen knife in his chest and fell in a pool of blood.

As soon as Leng Feng turned around, the villagers were frightened, took a few steps back, and did not dare to look at Leng Feng with their eyes.

At this time, the cold wind is like an old man in his twilight years, consuming his life with every step.

However, no one dared to rush up to give the final blow to Leng Feng, and could only silently watch Leng Feng leave the horizon with the woman on his back.

Leng Feng found a river to take a bath, and then kept walking.

After a long time, the woman's eyelashes trembled, and she opened her somewhat dim eyes faintly.

She tilted her head and looked around.

"Where's Cuong?"

"Cuong is waiting for us in a safe place......"

Leng Feng lied, but this should also be Liu Wei's wish.

You can fight all the sins yourself, but you don't want the one you love to be hurt in the slightest.

The woman's nose twitched and her brow furrowed.

Even though the cold wind had washed away, she still smelled a strong smell of blood.

"You ......"

The woman paused, then was silent for a moment, "Let's smoke a cigarette." ”

"I don't smoke."

The woman said, "When did you quit smoking!" ”

At this time, Leng Feng's consciousness began to trance, as if his soul was out of his body, floating in the air, and he saw a man holding a woman and walking forward step by step.

"Look, there seems to be a homestay in front!" The woman pointed in the direction ahead, where there really was a homestay.

Most of the B&Bs are made of adobe bricks, and a small part is made of wood.

There was a layer of yellow dirt and black mildew on the walls, and after the rain, there were some signs of chapping. The building was in a dilapidated state, and no matter how you looked at it, it felt like it was going to collapse.

The wooden door hung loosely in front of the building, and on the door was written with a piece of chalk in four crooked typing.

The man hugged the woman, walked quickly to the door of the homestay, and knocked on the wooden door of the homestay.

After a while, Old Man Wu Hong opened the door tremblingly.

"Say, stay for a few days."

"One day."

"Seven days, I'll write it down for you."

"I'm talking about one day."

"I'm going to give you seven days!"

The woman tugged at the corner of the man's clothes, "Forget it, let's stay for seven days, let's go pick up Ah Qiang when we're rested!" ”

The woman was beaming with happiness, and after seven years, she had finally left that hell with her most important person.

The man nodded and handed most of the money on his body to the old man Wu Hong's hand.

Old man Wu Hong stepped out of the way, raised his head, and showed a strange smile in the direction of the cold wind......

[You have completed the ghost hunting mission, and the game rewards will be put into your backpack after the game ends.] 】

[The player completes the main quest in a cold and crazy way, and the game is over!] 】

The white light flashed, and the cold wind came to the interface of the end of the game.

The cold wind is a bit cloudy now, in the setting of the game, Liu Wei should be an old smoker, but this old man Wu Hong knows that he doesn't smoke.

He, like that Kiki, actually knew the identity of Cold Wind's player, but why didn't the woman NPC know about it.

This virtual game really hides a lot of hidden secrets.