Horror Game: Crazy Boss Slashing At The Beginning

"Look how my new bed looks!"

He Shuyang: "Well... quite... special."

What you want is special.

Fu Yan liked this very much, so he asked in a good-tempered manner: "You guys are here, what's the matter?"

He Shuyang: "We are here to say goodbye. Thank you for taking me in and helping me in the dungeon. If you need help in the future, just tell me, and I will help you."

Fu Yan waved his hand, "Don't be so polite."

Just as He Shuyang was about to say, "I want it," Fu Yan said in a natural way: "I need your help right now."

He Shuyang: "..."

It was himself who co-authored his phrase 'Don't be so polite'.

Fine!

He Shuyang nodded, "Say it."

Fu Yan stuffed the rag into He Shuyang's hand, and said sincerely, "Wipe the bed for me."

He Shuyang: "...OK."

He Shuyang took off his shoes, jumped into the coffin, and wiped his belly for him.

Fu Yan cocked his legs while directing He Shuyang, while observing He Shuyue sideways.

He Shuyue squatted outside the coffin, at the farthest place from Fu Yan, lowered her head, and passed a rag to He Shuyang without saying a word, not daring to glance at Fu Yan.

Ever since entering the room, Fu Yan hadn't seen He Shuyue raise her head.

He knew that He Shuyue was afraid of him, and from Huangmao's conversation with them, he heard that He Shuyue had suffered bad things before.

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, so he simply asked, "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 Big Brother get a bucket of water."

After He Shuyue left, He Shuyang was silent for a while before saying: "Every player has their own talent, my talent is strength, Xiaoyue's talent is...empathy."

"Empathy?" Fu Yan propped his chin with both hands.

He Shuyang nodded, as if recalling something terrible, and said with a heavy face: "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 Xiaoyue, so I wanted to go with her into the copy."

"But I couldn't afford a binding card. It just so happened that the people from 'Fusheng Menghua' came to recruit me, so I sold myself and Xiaoyue into 'Fusheng Menghua' at the price of 30 points. The most regretful thing I've ever done in my life..."

He Shuyang fell into deep self-blame as he spoke.

Fu Yan interrupted him at the right time, "My... let's talk about it, don't stop what you're doing."

He Shuyang: "..."

He Shuyang wiped his face, feeling less guilty, "The npc in that dungeon was a murdered woman. She was tortured to death by gouging out her eyes and tongue. Her resentment was very deep. affected."

"I will never forget that scene. Xiaoyue twitched and fell to the ground, strangled her neck bleeding from seven holes, bit her tongue fiercely with her teeth, and stabbed her eyeballs with two fingers desperately."

"If I hadn't been strong enough to stop her, she might have died in that dungeon. It was also at that time that we knew why this talent is called 'empathy'."

"Live what the dead have experienced, and feel what the dead feel."

"This talent is quite deceitful." Fu Yan leaned on his chin and nodded, "But I don't think your sister has 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 froze for a moment, then shook his head.

Fu Yan ran out: "How did you become a brother!"

"When your sister carried you last night, I saw that she had a wound on her arm, which was still bleeding. It should be a new wound. There were still a few puddles of black smelly water by the wine cellar door, which must be something from the black mist. "

"Last night, the things in the fog can suck life. The roses at my door were all sucked up. Your sister was caught by them, but she was unscathed, only suffered a little skin trauma. Don't you think it's amazing?"

He Shuyang nodded half understanding, "So..."

Fu Yan: "So I guess, in addition to the talent of 'empathy', your sister should also have a talent in the defense department, like magic defense and magic defense."

Everyone has played games, and He Shuyang quickly understood what Fu Yan meant, "If Xiaoyue really has this kind of talent, how can she still be hurt by 'empathy'?"

Fu Yan: "Perhaps her talent is currently limited to her arms and cannot be spread around. If it can be spread to cover the whole body, maybe it will no longer be affected by empathy."

He Shuyang was overjoyed when he heard that his sister could get rid of the influence of empathy, "How will it unfold?"

Fu Yan: "Fight fire with fire."

"You mean to 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 crossed his arms and leaned against the back of the sofa, with a cold expression he had never seen before, "How long can you replace her with your life value? You can't replace her forever. To put it bluntly, if you die in In the dungeon, what do you ask her to do? Die with you? She has to learn to grow by herself."

He Shuyang looked down at Fu Yan, clenched his fists and remained silent.

Fu Yan sighed, stood up from the sofa, and resumed his indifferent appearance before, as if the indifference just now was just an illusion of He Shuyang.

"It's your family's business. How you decide is up to you. The only benefit I can get from it is... to enter one more copy."

After Fu Yan finished speaking, he turned and left. When he reached the door, he met He Shuyue who came back from fetching water. I don't know how long she had been standing here.

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 dared not look at Fu Yan, and her voice trembled when she spoke, "My... my brother's body..."

Fu Yan knew what she was going to ask, "It's too bad, I might die young."

He Shuyue's figure shook.

Fu Yan spread his hands, he didn't intend to scare the little girl.

Fu Yan left the room, went outside the castle, and took a deep breath of the air outside.

"Cough, cough, cough... it's so fucking awkward."

At this time, the outside of the castle was covered in ashes, and the flowers, plants and trees were all withered. It looked even worse than when he came yesterday.

Especially his red roses all over the wall, all shriveled, withered and yellow.

It really is a bunch of beautiful waste.

Fu Yan opened the points mall and found the classification of flowers and plants.

He rummaged inside and finally found a flower that matched his elegant temperament.

Piranha!