I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

This handprint seems to have been written in the crow's book.

It seems that the whole row of horror novels on the bookcase is like a spree for readers. You never know what kind of ghost you will draw.

However, the crow's book did not write about the cracking or escape methods of these ghosts.

His book mainly describes how the characters exposed human weaknesses and ugliness under the guise of ghosts, and died in vain struggle and mutual calculation.

It's like the teacher allowed you to open the exam, but he found the answer and lost.

Teacher Raven treats his enthusiastic readers as cruelly as winter.

Not waiting for Xiao Lan to consider whether to remind Long Shiren, but this figure suddenly disappeared in place.

There was no sign of attack, no sound, this person was erased from the picture by an invisible rubber.

As if he never existed.

Xiao Lan glanced at the book in his hand, but the grid on the cover did not increase.

I don't know if this person is not dead, he just switched to another space again.

Or is Xiao Lan's previous guess wrong, and the way to increase the grid is actually not the death of the player?

Unable to think of the result for a while, Xiao Lan put away the book and continued to find clues in the Mingyue Hall.

The Mingyue Hall is still quiet as a silent and restrained gentleman of the Republic of China. It is no different than before except that all people have disappeared.

As usual, Xiao Lan checked the gate.

Unsurprisingly, this time the gate can no longer be opened. It becomes a closed place just like any previous building used as a game scene.

Xiao Lan moved forward in the corridor, occasionally opening some doors to see.

But did not encounter anything special.

Suddenly, Xiao Lan's footsteps stopped.

His eyes looked slightly behind.

A footprint appeared on the ground not far away without any sound.

Then, there was another.

The two footprints are not far apart, and they look small, they are the size of a child.

It was like an invisible child standing there barefoot, staring at him quietly.

Seeing that Xiao Lan did not move, the two footprints moved slowly as if walking for a while.

They approached Xiao Lan little by little, as if the predator stared at his target.

Unlike the black handprint that appears behind Long Shiren, this pair of footprints is blood-red and seems to be more aggressive.

Seeing the bad situation, Xiao Lan went straight away.

He didn't want to deal with this kind of guy who didn't know the body at all, and he couldn't figure out where to attack, and was in trouble.

Not even for children.

Children who don't wear shoes are not cute at all.

However, with his movements, the blood-red footprints are getting faster and faster.

The two footprints followed closely behind him, and they were determined to never give up.

But Xiao Lan's training in the past six months was not done in vain.

Whenever the footprints were to approach him, he could always evade in an instant, keeping the blood footprints from catching up.

His figure flickered, quickly changing his position in the corridor like a ghost, and he had reached the other end of the corridor in a few breaths.

Just as he was about to leave this corridor.

Suddenly, many **** footprints appeared out of thin air directly in front of Xiao Lan.

These footprints rushed towards him, in a posture of encirclement.

Xiao Lan turned to look behind him.

There are many footprints when I don’t know when.

The dense footprints almost covered the ground red, making the scalp numb.

There are more than one of these ghosts!

Now the road before and after has been blocked, Xiao Lan seems to be swallowed in a red sea.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Lan jumped up, jumped on the wall and kicked hard, and directly borrowed this force to adjust his body movements.

Then, [Bone of Dalit] switched to whip form.

Xiao Lan flicked a whip and entangled the chandelier at the top of the corridor. The quality of the chandelier was very good. He did not strike under such a rough treatment. With the inertia forward, Xiao Lan smoothly escaped from the siege of footprints.

Thanks to the construction quality of Mingyuekan.

Thank you Crow teacher.

Xiao Lan landed steadily and stood outside this corridor.

He glanced back, the red footprints quickly chased over, but stopped at the exit of the corridor. They piled on top of each other, seeming anxious.

However, no footprint can walk out of this corridor.

This is what the crows have restricted them. In his pen, no matter what you are, you must act according to the logic set by him.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Lan stopped and smiled and waved at the footprints: "Don't give it away, go home and write homework, children."

Footprints: "..."

You have the ability to come in! Let you experience the anger of elementary school students!

Out of the corridor, Xiao Lan moved on.

He once again felt that the "Moon Moon Hall" was heating up.

He took the book out of his pocket and it was the same as last time, the cover image flashed slightly.

New content also appeared in the book this time:

[Sorrowful and helpless struggling people sleep]

[In the soft waves of the years]

[He is with time]

Although the poem looks very literary, but from this content, it seems that someone is dead again.

However, the difference is that the grid on the cover did not light up immediately after the content appeared this time.

As if struggling, it flickered for a while before it stopped.

The pattern of the final cover is still lit up again.

Now the 13 spaces have lit up two spaces.

"Will the player die?" Xiao Lan looked at the book and said softly.

At this time, as if he was in a spirit with him, Luo's contact came.

[Sir, have you seen the new content in the book? 】

[Well, what did you find? 】

Xiao Lan understood that Luo Hui would come to contact him at this time, and there must be a new clue.

Sure enough, Luo's reply quickly appeared:

[I was not far from the living room, and after the contents of the book appeared, a body appeared in the clock in the living room]

[Looking from the clothes, this is probably a player, he was hanging upside down and was punctured on the pendulum]

"In the soft waves of the years, he is with time" sounds beautiful, but the final result is very bloody.

This is very consistent with the crow's usual style. He is keen on **** beauty, and expresses this point in the novel.

[I suspect that the space here will overlap, please be careful of people who suddenly appear] Luo added.

Xiao Lan thought of Long Shiren, who suddenly disappeared. He and Luo briefly described it.

Then summarize:

[So to say, he may really have entered another space instead of dying]

Well, at least one of the key elements that make the cover image bright is the death of the player.

This is really not good news.

The two briefly exchanged information on each other's situation.

This mode of communicating in words reminded Xiao Lan of the time they just met.

At that time, he was just a confused newcomer, and Luo was just a dark shadow hiding in an envelope.

One dish is weak, but it makes people feel very missed.

Suddenly, a room clearly different from the surrounding appeared in front.

Xiao Lan was certain that he and Luo had never seen this door when they were hanging out in the Mingyue Hall yesterday.

This is a door that appears out of thin air.

In the rows of almost identical doors, only this door is red, and the red is even bright enough to be dazzling.

But the most special thing is that the door is engraved with the exact same pattern as the cover of "Moon Moon Hall".

The meaning of attracting players to enter is self-evident.

This is like announcing to Xiao Lan--

"Guest, come in and play~"

It's almost the same as a trap with food in the middle of the road.

However, players can't let go of such clues. If you want to clear the customs, there will be eight or nine of these obviously abnormal places to be explored.

You really have to go in and have fun.

Xiao Lan took a deep breath, still reaching out and pushing the door open.

At almost the same moment when the door closed, Xiao Lan received a system prompt:

"You caught the crow's attention"

The prompt did not say what caused the attention.

But Xiao Lan guessed that it must be related to this room, maybe--

At this moment, it is not necessarily that the crow is holding a pen and looking at this place.

Xiao Lan, who pushed through the door, just caught his attention.

Do you want to quit?

No, I'm afraid not. The crow has noticed him, and running away may be counterproductive.

Coupled with this apparently problematic room, you have to come in and explore it no matter what. This is an unavoidable thing.

Xiao Lan's original alert level has been further improved.

He began to look carefully at this room:

Behind the door is a dazzling red.

From the ceiling, to the wall, and then to the ground, all are occupied by bright red. Such a large amount of red looks extremely hustle and bust, making people feel irritable.

Seemingly to testify to his feelings, the book began to heat up again.

As the pattern lights up, the surroundings seem calm, but there seems to be something quietly changed.

Xiao Lan felt that there was always a dangerous feeling haunting him.

It seemed that the sickle of death had rested on his neck, thinking about when to reap his life.

He looked at what appeared:

[The white bird flying on my heart fell]

[Thorns weave his dream]

[Crimson heaven is opening its doors]

Seeing the words "thorns" and "Crimson Heaven", Xiao Lan's eyes changed, and the bad hunch in his heart became stronger.

I am afraid that the person written in the book this time is him.

The pattern on the cover of the book flickered, as if waiting for his response.

Xiao Lan even had an urge to quit directly in a flash.

But he forced himself to calm down. Now he is in a crisis of death. Any impulse is fatal. The danger of coming to the world has never been solved by running away.

Xiao Lan walked cautiously in the room, taking every step very carefully. He was alert to the risk of death, and by the way, he could see if he could find a clue.

There are a lot of thorns in the room.

Crown ornaments made of thorns, people wrapped in thorns, birds struggling from thorns to exhausted...

Each piece is exquisite in workmanship, but with a hint of ominous meaning.

Most of these decorations are black, and they are very bright compared to the bright red background. The two colors are facing each other, just like the other colors in this space can no longer be accommodated.

Obviously, there is no danger to the naked eye, but the danger of the thorn on the back is getting stronger and stronger.

Even every step seems to linger in the abyss of death.

Xiao Lan's eyes swept around, but his eyes were telling him that it was safe here.

It's like these eyes are covered by unknown things, and no real threat is seen.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes directly.

After closing his eyes, the dazzling red color disappeared.

The sense of crisis, previously confused by the hustle and bustle of vision, became clear.

Xiao Lan keenly felt a sense of crisis around him.

But their distribution is not uniform, some are stronger and others are weaker.

The strongest sense of crisis is behind him, leading to the door of the room.

If he chose to go directly to the door at that time, he would undoubtedly crash into the trap of death.

Xiao Lan adjusted the rhythm of breathing, completely emptied his messy thoughts, and followed his own hunch of crisis.

This is the first time he has done this, and it feels like he is gambled on, but now his most powerful weapon is his crisis warning.

With the feeling, Xiao Lan progressed step by step.

The course of progress is tortuous, surrounded by a sense of crisis.

He seemed to walk through a maze.

After a few minutes, or for as long as a century, Xiao Lan felt that the chilly sense of crisis finally faded.

With a soft breath, Xiao Lan opened his eyes.

It was the previous room that appeared in his field of vision, but the difference was the ground.

The originally neat ground now looks mostly empty.

Except for the tortuous path that Xiao Lan walked over, all other places were dark pits. The depth obviously exceeded the room's height.

He glanced in, and vaguely saw the sharp black spikes of unknown material in the deep pit.

Those black thorns glowed with strange red light, and they didn't look like ordinary objects.

If you fall from this height, and then fall **** these spikes. Even the physical qualities of advanced players are difficult to survive. Perhaps Xiao Lan will last longer than players of average physique, but that is nothing but painful suffering.

Xiao Lan gently wiped the sweat on his forehead: "The thorns weave his dream... This dream is terrible."

Jumping back and forth repeatedly on the verge of death, Xiao Lan felt the power of the high-level field deeply.

The crow didn't even shoot it himself, he was already in a death crisis.

This feeling of being a character in another person’s life and death is completely manipulated, which is really terrible.

At this time, the flashing of the book cover pattern stopped, and the pattern did not light up the third grid.

Xiao Lan opened the book and found that the content related to himself was crossed out and became:

[Shiratori reopens its wings]

[Return to the embrace of freedom]

It seems that this death crisis is really over.

Xiao Lan then turned his attention to himself.

In front of him there is an exquisite vintage table, and on the table is placed a seal in a velvet box.

The seal is very delicate, engraved with complicated European patterns, and is placed diagonally in the box.

Xiao Lan observed the seal and looked to the side with the pattern.

Then I found the same pattern on the cover of "Moon Moon Hall".

Feeling no danger, he tried to pick up the seal.

At the moment when the seal was touched, the cover of the book lighted up again. This time, instead of flashing, it was directly lit by two squares.

Now the entire cover is lit up in four frames.

Xiao Lan's eyes lit up. This should be another way to clear customs.

But... the danger level is also high.

Perhaps for some players, it is easier to kill the same player.