I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

"Hee hee...hee hee...hee hee..."

The child-like laughter continued, and the players were silent. For a moment no one spoke in the entire studio, and the laughter was particularly harsh.

"Hehe...you...you...all..."

The voice on the phone grew colder, and the innocence of the children became weaker and weaker, replaced by maliciousness that seemed to grow in the dark gaps.

Xiao Lan's eyes fell on this phone. What kind of stuff was on the phone? He kept smiling and constantly putting pressure on the players.

Should we teach children what is polite?

Before Xiao Lan's actions, Luo took a step ahead.

I saw that he walked to the front desk unscathed, looked at the phone with laughter, and then reached out to throw away the withered flowers in the decorative vase next to him.

Luo shook the vase in his hand, and there was a "booming" sound in the vase. Apparently there was still some water left in it.

In the next moment, he directly poured all the remaining water in the bottle on the phone.

The simple and neat operation style made Xiao Lan feel familiar. Who is it?

However, Mu Yang and Hu Zhai, who once watched Xiao Lan dismantle the printer by hand, quietly glanced at Xiao Lan's direction. Sure enough, they gathered together in a similar way. Both of them were so rude and cruel, but... so enviable.

"Hahahaha……"

"Hee... Zizi... Hei... Zi..."

"Zi...Zi..."

The laughter on the phone continued, but more and more murmurs appeared in the phone. Slowly the laughter was no longer audible, and finally the whole phone went silent.

After a while, there was no sign of the phone ringing again, it should be a complete break.

Hu Zhai touched his fat face: "It seems that the ghost calls also need to keep the phone intact. Filo's move is called the bottom of the kettle?"

Luo's tone was faint: "It's too noisy."

Hu Zhai, with good hope, tentatively asked: "We... this is over this level?"

Mu Yang said coldly: "You are awake."

Think about the urinary nature of the world, how can it be so easy to let players go.

Hu Zhai sighed: "Also..."

It seems that in response to Mu Yang's words, unusual movements appeared in the open offices.

At this moment, the players are all gathered in the lobby, and the office is empty, but it can be clearly seen from the door that was opened. Just now, all the computers lit up at the same time.

On the illuminated screen, the beginning was a mess of color blocks, which looked as if the screen was broken.

Slowly, the color blocks on the screen began to move, slowly forming a silhouette of a person, as if a group of people were standing in the same posture. And with the change of color patches, the individual figures are becoming clearer bit by bit.

The silhouette is getting clearer and clearer, and their blue skin and facial features can be seen vaguely. The most striking thing is that their eyes are all open roundly, and they have not blinked once. All eyes are like this. Straight in the direction of the player.

This is obviously not a posture of friendly exchanges.

At this time, Cheng Wenyi's voice sounded, with the usual sense of pride: "Xiaoyang, stop them."

As soon as the players heard this, Mu Yang became a teenage child. Isn’t it too difficult for him to stop so many ghosts alone? Even pulling up the monitor, so many monitors are not easy. Live?

Is your reincarnation too cruel in squeezing child labor?

Before they questioned it, Mu Yang raised his hand.

A gleaming line emanated from his fingertips, intertwined in the void in front, forming a virtual keyboard, Mu Yang's hands struck the virtual keyboard extremely fast.

Lines of translucent code were formed in mid-air with his movements, and then flew to the strangely lit screens in various offices, quickly disappearing into it.

Then, these computers that were invaded by unknown code began to freeze, and the speed of the color combination became disordered and chaotic. Most of the human-shaped silhouettes that had been formed for the first time became more and more scattered as they lost the power of manipulation. It was changing in an irregular way.

Xiao Lan couldn't help but admire: "Great."

Cheng Wen looked calm: "This is Xiao Yang's ability. His code can control the electronic products in the game, and even create something that does not exist. It is a very potential skill."

"Indeed, it is very powerful in the copy of the modern background." Xiao Lan thought of different aspects again, "but did he lose half of it if he was thrown in deserts, swamps, rainforests and the like?"

Cheng Wen touched Shirley's head: "Well... Sure enough, I still had too little experience, and then arranged for him to brush a few more."

Shirley echoed its owner: "Mi Woo~"

Mu Yang: "..."

He's just a keyboard king, don't set him this wilderness survival plot!

At this moment, Mu Yang's youth suddenly sympathized with himself.

The silhouette on the computer screen gradually disappeared, and the screen was restored to the state when the players left the office. Seeing this, the players were relieved.

The accident happened in an instant.

The original Wen Wen, who had been chatting with Xiao Lan casually for a while, looked awkward. His lazy eyes suddenly sharpened, like a sword coming out of his sheath.

His figure suddenly disappeared.

After a burst of blue light, Cheng Wen appeared not far away, and the whole person jumped in the air, not yet landing.

The sudden movement made his clothes flutter and was blown by the surrounding wind, drawing a radiant arc in the wind. A moment later, he fell to the ground with a chic gesture, still holding Shirley on one hand, and seemed quite at ease.

Cheng Wen's sharp-eyed eyes looked around him, and after confirming that there was no threat, he chose a handsome posture to stand there, and his expression returned to a lazy and proud state.

Life and death is a matter of moments, and handsome-is a matter of a lifetime.

Keeping yourself always handsome is a career in which Cheng Wenyi strives for life.

Seeing this, everyone understood that the hidden attack began.

Players' eyes turned to two other players with seat number "2"-Hu Zhai and Hua Bei.

But at almost the same time, the bodies of the two fell down.

Their faces were pale, and their chests no longer had ups and downs, just like the two dead.

Modan could not help but take a deep breath: "Is this-dead?"

Xiao Lan felt wrong. The people killed by Yin should disappear completely according to the previous situation, and the players had forgotten their existence. But now he clearly remembers that these two people are called Huabei and Huzhai respectively. .

Their existence has not disappeared, and Xiao Lan's memory has not been tampered with.

The wind around him stopped unconsciously, as if announcing the end of the attack.

A moment later, in the players' eyes, Huabei like a corpse opened his eyes.

At the beginning, his movements were still a bit stiff, and his skin color was also very different from that of normal people. He also had some daze in his eyes. Slowly his complexion regained rosyness with naked eyes, then Huabei's chest undulation began to return to normal, and his movements gradually became smoother.

Huabei sat up on the spot: "Hoo...worse, almost..."

Along with his movements, a small straw man originally hung around his neck fell off, as if experiencing an invisible attack, the small grass man fell directly on the ground and became a pile of powder.

Huabei looked at the powder of the little grass man, and it was a pity in his eyes: "This, this is so hard to do."

But he also understood that although the props were rare, it was worthwhile to get him a small life.

On the other side, the fallen Hu Zhai has also changed. This change is much more frightening than Hua Bei's.

I saw Hu Zhai's chubby belly start to wriggle, and there is a growing trend, just like it is actually a balloon, and sometimes you can see the silhouette of your hand pressing on it through the clothes.

Then Hu Zhai's limbs and head began to shrivel, slowly shrinking like a pierced balloon.

Finally, there was only one abnormally big belly left in his body.

The next second, this weird belly was ripped from the inside like a piece of paper.

Hu Zhai, who changed a beautiful girl's t-shirt, drilled from the inside. He didn't look much different from before, but it seemed to be more white and tender.

But not at all thin.

Hu Zhai put away his skin and sighed: "This is really hidden, and I have forced out the ability to press the bottom of the box."

He met Hua Beiluo's painful eyes, and both knew how difficult it was to escape from this death.

They had an ominous hunch when they heard Xiao Lan talk about their encounters before, because neither of them was the type of fighting instinct. It is difficult to predict the hidden attack in advance, and they have their own differences. Life-saving means.

Hu Zhai and Hua Bei looked not far away and the handsomeness was still there.

The gap between people is really big, they also want to get rid of them wisely and have time concave shape.

Seeing the hidden attack time has passed, the players gathered again to discuss the clues they obtained.

Xiao Lan told them that they had gone upstairs to find the boss and got the idol. Although he did not describe the specific scene, he still got a bunch of eyes that "suddenly sympathize with the boss."

Mu Yang and Huabei, who went to find Fushan Lingquan clues before, had no gains.

Mu Yang said: "We don't even see words similar to Fushan Lingquan."

Huabei scratched his head: "Yes, yeah, what exactly are Fushan Ling and Lingquan?"

Xiao Lan guessed: "Isn't it the toilet faucet?"

Mu Yang: "..."

Huabei: "..."

But... according to the style of that brain circuit's singular planning, it's really not impossible. This person's thinking is too strange, and it is really difficult to guess with normal logic.

It is getting closer and closer to 4:44 with an ominous meaning, and the key to the seal is: Yuehua, mantra, hidden moon idol, Fushan Lingquan, mantra and hidden moon idol have been done. It is exactly nighttime now, the moonlight outside the window is very bright, and Yuehua is not a problem.

But there is still a lack of Fushan Lingquan, and even the cable can't be found.

This time the players split their heads again, going to every room they searched for and re-examining them to see if there were any key points that were ignored.

Xiao Lan and Luo walked towards the office area.

Xiao Lan pondered: "Since Yin was born because of the curated design, what should it look like from his perspective?"

Luo: "According to his character, perhaps he should consider what he often pays attention to or shows off."

"Frequently concerned..." Xiao Lan's mind was instantly swiped by those fantasy-filled speeches of "Music Scholar-Zhao". To say that this person often pays attention, in addition to showing off his boss for reuse, it is probably Miss Art.

"Let's go to the art office again." Xiao Lan said and turned to the most normal office.

At this time, the ghosts of art and planning have disappeared.

The two of them searched again in what was left by the art.

Art should be a very organized person during his lifetime, different things are placed according to classification.

They looked through the clues related to the project, and only found the planning files used by the art when making game props. The Fushan Lingquan described above has become very magical. Not only can it purify everything, heal pain and even rejuvenate, but it does not mention what the source of inspiration for this thing is.

The setting draft in the art computer is also based on this description. It is a silver bottle with a classic shape and complex structure. It looks very advanced, but it is estimated that it cannot be produced in reality.

The two unwilling to start looking for other things.

In a pile of things classified as garbage, Xiao Lan's eyes were attracted by a pink envelope.

That envelope looks a little too ugly. The background of bright pink is matched with red roses and love with golden effects, showing the aesthetic style that straight men think girls will like. An office with an exquisite and fresh feel is out of place.

This self-righteous packaging style reminded him of the planner.

Xiao Lan reached out and picked up the envelope, which seemed to be a love letter.

Immediately after opening, he directly planned the ugly and very unique handwriting. This guy thought he used the brush with elegance, but in the end the brush set his handwriting to challenge the human comprehension.

[I like the skirt you wear today, I hope you can continue tomorrow. 】

[Unfortunately, your high-heeled shoes are too high, I don’t like it, or change it. 】

[Women, it’s only to be petite to be cute, so what’s the use of being tall 】

There are traces of cruelty on the letter paper. I can imagine how angry the art will be after seeing this self-righteous love letter. A guy who makes you brain all day is interesting to him, and thinks that all your actions are for his fellows.

Xiao Lan guessed that the mood of the art is probably-what does the old lady wear to do with your farts!

After sympathizing with the art, he then looked down:

[I am very satisfied with your perfume today, it stimulated my inspiration, hope to continue next time [Love]]

[That scent seems to purify all sorrow and pain in the world]

Here is a line of Juanxiu's handwriting:

[That bottle of perfume was sent by my boyfriend, thank you for going! ! ! 】

Obviously, Miss Art at the time was very angry.

Seeing Xiao Lan's spirit revive here.

Although the words Fushan Lingquan are not mentioned, the description of "that fragrance can purify all the sorrow and pain in the world" is very similar to the description of Fushan Lingquan in the previous planning file, plus the stimulation of inspiration That said, it is almost certain that this is the inspiration for Fushan Lingquan.

Xiao Lan's eyes looked toward the window: "Perfume sent by the boyfriend of art..."

Isn’t that the bottle they’ve seen before, customized, with a perfume that could be birthday or anniversary? !

His eyes swept across the area of ​​the window, but unexpectedly found that the perfume originally placed in the small cabinet by the window disappeared.

Xiao Lan looked at Luo, and Luo shook his head, indicating that he was not himself.

Was it taken away as a clue?

"Hehe... I finally found it." The lazy and proud voice sounded, and Cheng Wenyi leaned against the door, looking at Xiao Lan with full of interest in his eyes.

Shirley sat squatly at his feet, looking at Xiao Lan with big blue eyes.

As soon as Cheng Wen raised his hand, he gestured for the perfume in his hand: "Play me, this will be yours, how?"

Xiao Lan frowned: "What is your purpose?"

This guy is a reincarnation, and is a senior player. It is likely that his status in reincarnation is not low, and it may even be the boss himself.

Why do people like this come to test themselves frequently? For Xiao Chengyan? However, if he investigates a little, it is easy to know that Xiao Lan actually knows nothing about his father.

As soon as Cheng Wen threw away the perfume in his hand and caught it, a posture that did not care about the damage of key props at all: "My purpose will not be known until you pass my test."

"Now, you win, the perfume belongs to you. If you lose or refuse, I will destroy it directly." Cheng Wenyi's smile did not change at all: "You may have some props out of the game field, but...other Are there any people?"

Xiao Lan's eyes froze.

Upon seeing this, Cheng Wen smiled deeper: "How about adding a chip?-I am the only person in the world who knows where Xiao Chengyan is."

"As long as you can win, tell you."

"If you lose, you will be killed."