I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

After last night's unsuccessful return, the voice outside tonight seemed to change a strategy, called-"Come, hit me."

The couple's quarreling sound continues, with no nutritional content and a high voice, which has a refreshing and refreshing effect at night.

The footsteps on the other side also changed the previous stereotypes, becoming near and far and full of rhythm, as if a group of people were dancing at night late outside the door.

Xiao Lan admitted that he was about to move.

Putting down the pillow covering his ears, he began to think seriously. If he ran out to beat the group of things now, would it affect his subsequent customs clearance.

A slightly tangled Luo Wei was found next to him, and he turned sideways. He looked at Xiao Lan, and the black shadow at his fingertips appeared, forming a few words in the air: [Do you need my help? Mr】

Xiao Lan asked with his eyes: Why are you busy?

Luo reached out his hand slowly, with a little black mist on his fingertips, and he reached out to Xiao Lan's ear.

Although Xiao Lan was a bit puzzled, she did not dodge, just waiting for his action.

The cold fingers flicked to my ears, with a hint of tenderness.

Then, Xiao Lan felt that the surrounding sounds were suddenly away from him. All the noise was like it happened in the distance, and when it reached his place, only a very weak voice remained.

It's better than any earplugs!

Luo withdrew his hand and smiled slightly at him: [Sorry, I can only do this for now]

This effect is already very good, Xiao Lan gave him a compliment.

[I will wake you up if there are any abnormalities, please sleep peacefully]

With the help of Luo, Xiao Lan went to sleep again, and the quality of sleep this time was particularly good. He seemed to be used to Luo's gaze, and he didn't wake up even after being stared at.

Early the next morning, Xiao Lan walked out of the house refreshingly.

The continuous heavy rain outside the window left the sky dark in the morning.

Several players sitting at the dining table had thick dark circles under their eyes. The delicate makeup on Wuting's face could not be seen, but only he knew that he actually covered a thick layer of concealment under the eyes today.

The noisy outside the door last night made them almost sleepless all night, and dared not use props to soundproof, in case they missed something important, what to do if they accidentally get cold.

Players looked at the radiant Xiao Lan and Luo Luo as usual, how could these two people sleep so well, I am afraid they will not wake up when they are thrown on the street in the middle of the night.

Xiao Lan found that He Rui still did not appear.

Although Meng Ze said he had something to do, it almost made people wonder whether the person was already in an unknown corner.

Breakfast is still gooey, today's gooey is dark red.

Although the landlord hasn’t been around for a long time, the food will still be served on time every time you eat, and players aren’t very interested in how these things are made.

All players except Xiao Lan ate numbly, and then insisted on it. After today, they can return to the player’s place to eat human food.

Meng Ze, like everyone else, stuffed breakfast mechanically into his mouth.

The mouth is sticky and sticky, and it has a fishy smell that is handled with perfunctory ingredients. From time to time, you can eat dregs such as small gravel and wood chips, making the dining experience even more unpleasant.

Suddenly he chewed a weird thing, round, as if it was still elastic, and the volume was as big as a dumpling.

Strange, was there such a big thing in the spoon when he just scooped it up?

He was about to chew it up and swallow it, and the ball in his mouth suddenly turned.

Meng Ze was shocked and stopped the chewing movement, feeling it carefully. At this moment, there was no response in the mouth, just like his delusion.

He was a little slow in his heart and was about to bite down again.

The thing in the mouth turned several times in succession this time, and the feeling in the mouth was extremely obvious.

This is not an illusion at all!

"Vag--" Meng Ze hurriedly pulled a piece of paper to spit out what was in his mouth. The movement attracted the attention of all players present.

Unable to explain, Meng Ze looked at what he spit out on the table.

It turned out to be an eye. At that moment, the eye was constantly turning, and the crimson liquid was soaked in blood.

In Meng Ze's frightened eyes, his eyes seemed to have found a goal, and he slowly turned around and looked at Meng Ze.

"what--"

Meng Ze couldn't hold it anymore, shouting at the tableware he dropped.

He was terrified in his heart.

To know that he is not an intermediate player at all, but accidentally obtained the ability to manipulate stealth surveillance. Then He Rui came to the door to ask him for help. He promised that he could be given benefits to take him through customs, and the game received half of the props, he only agreed.

They have collaborated twice before, and they are all quite smooth.

As a result, the game was defeated the first time.

After that, He Rui hardly saw any figures and did not help him at all. He had to hide in the room alone. Even if Duan Xueyin said that he wanted to be with him, he would not dare to go out and explore.

"What to do...how to do..." Meng Ze collapsed to a certain extent, his eyes were still staring at him, no matter which direction he was going, his eyes turned toward his position, and he couldn't get rid of it.

In the eyes of other players, Meng Ze is yelling at the dumpling of beef he spit out, sincere feelings, exaggerated movements, and even a bit of joy.

Duan Xueyin asked in a low voice: "Is he experiencing hallucinations?"

Wu Ting looked at Meng Ze with tears in his face, and felt a little appetite: "It may also be a trick, you don't care about him?"

Duan Xueyin shook his head: "This team is the same as playing, one can't go out alive, one can't see anyone, so I'm too lazy to manage them."

Wu Ting showed a queen-like smile: "So it is useless to say that this kind of team formed halfway is not useful."

Duan Xueyin nodded deeply, if she added this kind of pheasant team, she would be a mallet.

Seeing that Meng Ze's snot was about to be thrown out, in order to avoid having a bad appetite for breakfast, Wuting stood up decisively and gave Meng Ze a dream back to reality.

"Snapped--"

A crisp slap sounded on Meng Ze's face, striking back his crumbling intellect.

Meng Ze was awake for a moment, and then seemed to avoid any flood beasts, no matter his own breakfast, he fled from the table and quickly returned to his room, seemingly blocking the door with debris.

Wu Ting wiped his hands and looked at the closed door with a look of disgust: "Eh, counseling."

Until the end of breakfast, the cultists did not appear.

The players who were still on the table exchanged an unspoken look, it seems that the last tenant is already fierce.

The landlord disappeared, and all the tenants died. Now the rest of the 404 is the players.

After a meal.

Xiao Lan felt a little wrong when passing the door of the cultist's room.

The room of the cultists used to smell of burning incense.

Every time I open the door, I can see that the walls of the room are covered with weird portraits, and there are many strange things hanging on the ceiling. The messy lines hang down, always making his room very dark.

However, the light from his room now appeared very bright.

Xiao Lan reached out and pushed the next door. There was no lock on the door. He opened it as simple as that.

The room was similar to Xiao Lan's room. The shabby bed, piles of debris, and stained walls were like everything in the cult disappeared overnight.

He looked at the place where the incense burner was placed in the room. Although the wall was old and dirty, there was no trace of smoke. There were no signs of punching holes or tearing them off on the wall, as if there had never been such a nagging cultist.

Xiao Lan and Luo split their heads and looked at the rooms of the other dead tenants.

The rooms that Xiao Lan entered were all similar, as if the traces left by the guests disappeared overnight. This place, which was originally very wrong, now shows a sense of danger that something seems to be coming.

He was about to exit the room and meet Luo Luo, but after turning around, he found that the door behind him was missing.

The place that was supposed to be the old gate is now just a solid wall. It seems that someone unconsciously replaced everything behind him.

Xiao Lan's heart was raised. He didn't notice the changes behind him. It was an incredible thing in terms of his current sensitivity.

This is the second time in this game.

The room was the same as before, quiet and dilapidated, only the door was gone, and the low-wattage electric lights brought dim lighting and made the room look a little hazy.

"clatter--"

"clatter--"

"clatter--"

The sound of crisp high heels hitting the ground rang above Xiao Lan's head.

Xiao Lan looked up at the ceiling, as if a woman wearing high heels was pacing. However, there are only four floors of elevators here, and there are no stairs at all to lead up.

"clatter--"

This time the footsteps changed direction and sounded across the room.

It was like someone who wore high heels suddenly moved to another place upstairs.

Xiao Lan took out [this is a dagger covered with poison] and was also trying to call Luo. But there was no response. The room was like a space isolated from the outside world, isolating him alone.

"Da Da Da Da Da Da -"

The sound of footsteps is getting faster and denser, and it is quickly moving through the ceiling. The continuous sounds are a bit harsh in human ears.

Suddenly Xiao Lan felt a slight wind blowing behind him, and he evaded subconsciously.

"Wow--"

A short wind breaking sounded, something rubbing his back.

Xiao Lan turned back, there was still nothing there.

He calmed down and carefully felt every change in his body in the noise of high heels.

This time, it's on the right.

Xiao Lanmeng then withdrew a step, while the dagger in his hand was drawn out, towards the empty space in his field of vision.

With a "ding", the dagger seemed to collide with something sharp.

However, what attacked Xiao Lan still showed no trace, and disappeared again after one blow.

The endless high-heeled shoes accompanied by the haunted attack seemed to first let him fall into fear.

Xiao Lan was not in a hurry. In the training he was defeated or killed more than three hundred times before, he learned patience and dormancy.

The true hunter will not be confused by the surface, no matter what that thing is, there is no trace at all, and the trace of the attack will be revealed at the moment of the attack.

After the 74th breath, the attack reappeared.

This time it was in Xiao Lan's left rear. The other party seemed to lighten his movements and only suddenly accelerated when he was very close to Xiao Lan.

But still did not escape Xiao Lan's perception.

Xiao Lan deflected his body with an incredible movement at an extremely fast speed. The sharp wind swept across his cheek, but wiped it away from the skin a few centimeters, and the attack fell through.

Then, Xiao Lan waved his dagger and pierced the empty space.

"[This is a highly toxic dagger] causes damage to ***, additional toxicity: firewood, vine"

Although Chai and Vine are not highly toxic, they will cause nausea, vomiting and diarrhea after poisoning. It is a good poison in combat.

Imagine that your opponent will have to deal with you while fighting diarrhea. Isn't it miserable?

Succeeded!

Looking at the bright red blood stains on the dagger and the system prompts, Xiao Lan instantly understood that it was a living creature attacking him, not the ghost that this room wanted to mislead him.

Even because of the anonymity, there may be a player who is not low.

Xiao Lan made persistent efforts and waved the knife again in the direction of the blood dripping.

"[This is a highly toxic dagger] causes damage to ***, additional toxicity: chocolate"

The air is filled with a rich fragrance, it is not difficult to imagine its silky and mellow taste.

Xiao Lan: "..."

Can you give a little more power at this time!

What the **** is chocolate, Brother Dagger, do you think our goal is a dog! !

At this time, the guy who attacked Xiao Lan also seemed to feel the power of firewood and vine, and a sudden **** disturbed his movements.

Along the blood stains, Xiao Lan made several attacks, because he could not see the specific location, and the attack was barely blocked by the opponent.

Seeing the bad situation, the other party went straight.

There was a sudden fluctuation in the air, and then the sound of footsteps continually ringing overhead stopped, as if the door that had been stripped from the space appeared again.

The next second, Luo directly broke into the door: "Sir!"

Xiao Lan waved her hand: "I'm fine, but the guy escaped."

Luo quickly stepped forward and looked closely at Xiao Lan closely.

Suddenly approaching the handsome face and serious eyes make Xiao Lan feel a little uncomfortable.

Xiao Lan patted Luo on the shoulder gently: "Relaxed that I'm really okay, but the guy who attacked me is miserable."

Luo Xiao was relieved after checking that Xiao Lan was really safe.

Seeing the black figure almost sticking to him finally opened the distance, Xiao Lan also quietly breathed, and the sudden beauty crit, for people with normal aesthetics, the lethality is still a bit big.

Luo did not intend to let go of the attacker.

The fact that Xiao Lan disappeared before his eyes twice in a row made Luo feel very unhappy.

His face was a bit gloomy, and these things should clearly not be able to stop him.

Although there is no memory, Luo feels this way, he should be omnipotent.

It's not that the weak, stubborn and lingering panic can't be protected even by important people. Although Xiao Lan itself is also very strong and grows extremely fast, this does not affect Luo’s desire to protect the other party.

The arrogance engraved in his soul made him unable to tolerate the situation in front of him.

Luo Shen said: "Sir, give me some time, I will take him to you."

The voice was cold, with the almost inseparable bitter cold and the bitter murderous intention.

Looking at Luo now with a bit of cruel eyes, and the black air all over his body, Xiao Lan felt a subtle sympathy for the attacker.

farewell.