Super template lottery system

Chapter 112 Ivy
"Am I going to die?" Ivy woke up from a coma, looked at the familiar scenes around her, and felt a little dazed.

Today is the fifth day since she was brought to this place. She doesn't know who the people who kidnapped her are, but this doesn't stop her from feeling scared, because it doesn't take much to know that those people can't be good people at all.

Ivy struggled to stand up. In order to make her have no strength to resist, the people who kidnapped her only provided food that could keep her from dying.

Slowly moving to the wall beside her, Ivy found a slightly more comfortable position and sat down, leaning against the wall.

She doesn't want to be imprisoned here, she wants to escape!

Although she thought so in her heart, Ivy couldn't do it at all. With her current strength, even if she hit her head against the wall, she might not be able to kill herself.

Suddenly, a vague sound came into Ivy's ears. She moved her position with great effort, leaning as close as possible to the place where the sound came from, and then leaned her ears against the wall, listening hard.

"Damn it, the city is blocked, it is said that it is because of that damned assassin!"

Ivy knew this voice, it was this person who threw herself into this room roughly.

"The little princess has also disappeared. It won't be long before those crazy soldiers will definitely clean up every piece of land in this entire city. If they find us here"

It was a relatively unfamiliar voice. Ivy didn't know this person, but judging from the current situation, these two people should be his accomplices who kidnapped him.

"Fuck! Those soldiers will definitely not be happy to get rid of the two of us by the way!"

"Then what should we do? They're almost here, if you don't think of a way, you and I will be right!"

Hearing this, a wave of hope suddenly surged in Ivy's heart, and she couldn't help feeling more grateful for the assassin she had never seen before, because she felt that she might be saved soon.

"What else can I do? If nothing can be done, kill all those slaves! The corpses will be thrown into the magma behind!"

"But, boss, the price of these slaves"

"But shit! What's the use of having money but not spending life! As for that eldest lady, hehe, she has long been abandoned by her own family, and it is impossible to generate any benefits. And those slaves, now the whole city It’s blocked, it’s impossible to sell it, and keeping it is just a waste of food, and it will put us at risk of being discovered, I’m saying this, do you understand?”

"I know." The other person's voice trembled slightly. He was just a slave trader, and he had never done anything to kill people.
This is not just one or two people, but a number close to a hundred.

The conversation between these two people ended here. After they walked away slowly, Ivy finally couldn't hold back her tears. She never thought that she would be abandoned by the parents group. That's right, she was that The eldest lady that two people said.

It's ridiculous, she thought she was still looking for herself before.

That's right, it's just a tool for marriage.Ivy laughed at herself, stood up from the ground with great effort, wiped away the tears on her face, and then walked towards the locked iron gate.

In fact, she has been planning for several days, and she just didn't dare to implement it before, because she was afraid of those who would take her away. She felt that she didn't need to take risks, she just needed to wait quietly, and the people in her family came back to rescue her. Her own, she thought so before.

But now. "Oh, it doesn't matter anymore."

Ivy walked to the iron gate, and carefully took out a handful of wooden drafts from her backpack.

All the things on her body have been taken away long ago. This wooden manuscript was sneakily thrown on the ground behind her when she was being searched before. Because of the dim light and Ivy’s own intentional blocking, it was not there. It was discovered by those people. (Minecraft NPCs do not have backpacks, only shortcut bars, and the items in those shortcut bars are shrunk and tied around the waist)

After listening carefully for a while, after confirming that there was no one at the door, Ivy waved the wooden manuscript fiercely, and slammed it heavily on the locked wooden door.

Those slave traders would not use expensive iron doors. For them, just using a wooden door was enough to trap the young lady in the house, and it was precisely because of this that Ivy was given a chance to escape.

There were not many people guarding the slaves, and there was only one exit in the underground, so there was no guard at Ivy's door at all. Even after Ivy destroyed the wooden door, no one found out that the slaves had been there all along. The underestimated young lady ran out unexpectedly.

Being pampered does not mean that you have no IQ. You need to pay a price for underestimating anyone, the difference is just more or less.

Ivy picked up the wooden door from the ground, then put it back in place, pretending that nothing had changed, and walked towards the only exit.

She walked very carefully, because with her remaining physical strength, she was no better than a frail and sickly adult, and anyone who came along could easily subdue her.

Ivy couldn't help regretting that she should have run away earlier. If her physical strength hadn't dropped to this level, then the success rate of escape would undoubtedly increase a lot.

A burst of dialogue forced Ivy to stop thinking, and she looked carefully at the corner ahead, where there were two slave traders on patrol at this time, and they were talking to each other in a low voice while walking towards Ivy.

Ivy couldn't help being a little anxious. Judging from the current speed of the two slave traders, they will arrive at her corner in less than 20 seconds. Is there any place to hide around?

Ivy's brain was unprecedentedly active, and finally, she made an amazing move.

The two slave traders walked while chatting, and soon came to the corner. Ivy couldn't help but stop breathing, quietly waiting for the two slave traders to go away.

"Huhu." Ivy breathed out a little nervously. She looked at the two slave traders in the distance and stood up from the corner.

That's right, Ivy was squatting in a darker corner just now, maybe it was because of luck, maybe it was talent, in short, the two slave traders didn't find Ivy squatting in the corner, but just passed over.

"Thank you for the blessing of the God of Cubes." Ivy said in her heart, and then continued to run towards the exit.

Ivy can't stop, because stopping means being caught back, but at this time she doesn't want to be caught back at all. Although it is dangerous, Ivy is not desperate, because
Instead of leaving the balance of fate to God to act.
It's better to hold it in your own hands!

(End of this chapter)