I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

The attacker stopped struggling.

He died within three seconds of touching Qi Ning's attack.

Looking at the only gap in the face of the protective suit, he could only see that his entire face had turned black and looked as haggard as wood.

Xiao Lan asked, "What kind of virus is this?"

Qi Ning's body shook for a while, looking a little weak, but he still stood up: "I call it... B107, it is a virus that has not been discovered by humans, although it works quickly, the people who are infected will not suffer too much , It’s really cheap for this guy.”

According to Qi Ning's habit, these guys should die in the most unbearable way after being tortured.

They should taste the deep-seated despair, pain and helplessness.

It's a pity that time is not allowed now, and his own condition is not good, so he can only make a quick decision.

Xiao Lan sensed the sense of danger in the air, and turned off her skills.

Poverty value, another 2000 million less.

Qi Ning reached out and grabbed the golden chain piercing his chest, trying to pull it out of his wound.

The chain still emitted lightning, which brought him intense pain, as if the pain that was about to pierce his internal organs struck sharply and spread all over his body in an instant.

But Qi Ning's actions didn't stop.

He clenched the golden chain tightly in his hand, his pale and thin palms were so hard that the veins burst out, and he pulled hard, pulling the entire chain out of his chest.

Blood gushed out again, splashing and soaking the ground beneath his feet.

Qi Ning's figure trembled, and he couldn't help panting violently.

Qi Ning didn't say a word during the whole process.

Although I couldn't see Qi Ning's expression, I knew that he must not be having a good time at the moment.

Xiao Lan was a little worried, and tried to reach out to help him: "Are you okay?"

Qi Ning took a breath, waved his hand at Xiao Lan, rejecting his kindness.

Then, he took out a golden injection from the storage space and stuck it into his neck with his backhand.

As the injection took effect, the blood gushing from Qi Ning's chest gradually stopped, and the wound began to heal slowly.

Qi Ning stood up straight and showed with actions that he didn't need support.

He tried to take two steps, and straightened his back again: "Cough...my injury won't heal in a short time. Although there is no problem with my actions, I probably won't be able to do anything next, and I will cause you trouble."

Xiao Lan: "Don't worry, leave it to us."

Luo also nodded, Mr.'s opinion is his opinion.

-

The three left the library and walked outside.

The corridor has already begun to show a large area of ​​fading, and the overall look is a bit mottled, and it is also a bit more lifeless than the original exquisite retro.

Xiao Lan observed for a while: "It seems that we need to speed up."

Avoiding the faded location, the three carefully followed the location of the study on the top floor in memory.

"clatter--"

"clatter--"

Suddenly there were footsteps ahead.

Xiao Lan stopped and looked in the direction of the sound.

A figure slowly appeared around the corner ahead.

Wearing a black dress, her figure is graceful and curvy, with a cigarette between her fingertips, and there is a sense of laziness and sexiness in every gesture.

It's Huayan.

Hua Yan also saw three people, and greeted Xiao Lan: "We meet again."

Xiao Lan also nodded to her.

But he still didn't relax his guard.

The previous cooperation with Huayan went smoothly, but Xiao Lan will not forget that Long Shiren died only after being forced into a high-level field by Huayan. Although it seems that he sent himself to death, Huayan is obviously not gentle and kind. Confidant sister.

At this critical moment when he needed to hurry up, he didn't want to have any conflict with the other party.

Hua Yan raised her eyes and looked at the three people opposite.

Facing their guarded expressions, she raised her red lips slightly: "Don't look at me like that, I'm not interested in three gay guys."

Fahrenheit's basic method, never miss.

Xiao Lan: "..."

Luo: "..."

Qi Ning: "..."

Caught off guard, the three of them came out of the closet collectively, looking at each other speechlessly.

This look is really too vicious.

After all, Hua Yan didn't wait for their answer, she turned around and left gracefully.

It clearly expresses the meaning that straight women and gays have different paths.

At the same time, it also means that she has no intention of conflicting with them.

Unlike the situation in the room, there are still many roads here, and there is no conflict of interest between them for the time being, so there is no need to forcefully huddle together to guard against each other.

What's more, Huayan doesn't have Qi Ning's hard-charging 1V3 hobby, she still prefers peace.

When Huayan's figure disappeared.

Qi Ning was a little puzzled: "You guys...when...huh?"

Xiao Lan suddenly felt embarrassed: "Ahem... time is running out, I will go ahead and have a look."

As he spoke, he ran forward as if his butt was on fire.

Qi Ning turned his puzzled eyes to Luo, although he couldn't tell through the mask.

Luo understood what he meant, but just smiled without saying a word.

It seems that everything has already been like this, and it seems that he has already won the victory.

Qi Ning, who felt that he couldn't keep up with the plot, thought... let's go, the injured should not think too much.

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After walking for a while, Xiao Lan suddenly stopped.

Ahead is a branching corridor.

The hallway on the right was mostly faded, and the left looked more or less the same as usual.

Logically speaking, he should go to the normal side, but Xiao Lan felt that the normal-looking side was more dangerous.

His eyes searched around and saw a vase.

So Xiao Lan took a flower from inside and threw it towards the normal-looking side.

The fresh flowers arced through the air and fell to the floor.

However, nothing happened.

Xiao Lan frowned.

Something was wrong, he still didn't feel right.

Although it cannot be seen with the naked eye, the danger there should indeed exist, but... what is it?

At this time Luo came over: "What's the matter, sir?"

Xiao Lan pointed to the corridor on the left that looked the same as usual: "Do you think there is anything wrong there?"

Luo glanced over.

Although it seemed nothing, he also felt weird.

Luo stood at the entrance of the corridor, took out a bookmark with delicate patterns, and stretched forward.

When the bookmark advanced to a certain position, the pattern on it actually began to fade, becoming like an old black and white photo.

Luo withdrew his hand and looked at the bookmark in his hand.

The faded pattern part has not been restored, and it remains in such a state of half color and half black and white.

Putting away the bookmark, a pitch-black blade flew out of his hand and slashed towards the quiet corridor.

Originally, under the rules of the crow, players could not destroy the Mingyue Hall.

However, this time, the pitch-black blade seemed to have split the space, tearing apart the scene in front of them, revealing a different picture below, as if there was an invisible film in the air that was affecting their vision.

It seems that there is an invisible force repairing it, and this gap is rapidly shrinking.

But still enough to make people observe the picture.

Beneath the normal picture is a world of black and white faded.

The layout of the corridor in the screen is completely different from the ones seen before, and a player's body is lying in it.

He sat on the ground with his back against the wall of the corridor, staring blankly at the ceiling, like a solidified stone statue.

And the body was as faded as the hallway, as if he had existed in an old photograph.

The flowers that Xiao Lan threw before were also lying on the ground, but they had already faded.

Whereas before it looked decidedly unchanged.

It seems that the things that originally belonged to the Mingyue Pavilion will deceive the players together with the whole scene, and only the things brought by the players from outside the game field can test the changes.

Qi Ning also came over, seeing this scene, he said: "The Mingyue Pavilion is devouring the players, maybe this is the fate of falling into the faded area."

Xiao Lan frowned: "It seems that we have to take a detour, and the space here has probably changed, and we can no longer follow the previous memory."

He looked at Qi Ning's state: "Are you okay?"

Qi Ning reached out and touched the hideous wound on his chest: "Cough...it's okay."

The three of them turned to the half-faded road next to them, carefully looking for a way out.

Luo gave each of them a bookmark in case of accidents.

Because the space has been changed, the way out often appears in strange places.

The low cabinet placed in the corridor turned into another corridor.

The door is closed, and after opening it is the stairs.

Now, the three of them stood in a toilet and surrounded a toilet.

Not because of how endearing this toilet is.

Just because the next road is in this toilet.

A corridor very close to the crow's study can be vaguely seen from the toilet.

The toilet was open, and the three of them looked at each other innocently.

The corner of Xiao Lan's mouth twitched: "...Isn't this a bit too much, isn't the bathtub next to it okay?"

There is obviously a large bathtub next to which several people can lie down, but the way out is set in the toilet.

Maybe this is Mr. Crow's bad taste?

Luo didn't speak, but he probably thought so in his heart.

He didn't want to perform such an unstyled thing as drilling the toilet in front of his husband.

As a doctor, Qi Ning actually has a little bit of cleanliness.

Although he didn't mind the scenes of blood and flesh flying everywhere, drilling the toilet still stepped on his bottom line.

So he showed a little resistance in body language.

Xiao Lan patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "If you want to open it up, this toilet may not have been used for nine years, and if it is rounded up, it is clean. Let's go, we are also friends who went through the toilet together."

Qi Ning: "..."

I don't really want to establish such a friendship...

It is also a rare experience to go into the toilet after being poked so cold.

Finally, the three reluctantly took turns stepping into the toilet.

The screen switched instantly, and countless distorted and deformed scenes flashed before his eyes.

When Xiao Lan felt that he was stepping on the ground, he was already in the corridor in front of the study.

The pattern on the study door had already lit up, as if beckoning to him.

However, Luo and Qi Ning were no longer around Xiao Lan.

Have you been separated again?

Now surrounded by corridors that were fading and eroding the path beneath his feet, there was nowhere for him to retreat.

Only the door in front of me is particularly special.

It seemed that pushing the door open was his only option at the moment.

Xiao Lan looked at the silent door: "Crow..."

He still stood in front of the door, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open.

This time, the door opened easily.

What appeared in front of Xiao Lan's eyes was not a dragon's pond or a tiger's lair, but a study that was exactly the same as what he had seen in the previous exploration.

The study is very quiet, with the setting sun streaming in from the window, making the whole picture quiet and serene.

There is a large desk by the window, with a chair in front of the desk. It should be the place where the crow used to write, but it is empty now.

Walked around the study again.

This is the end of everything, but Xiao Lan didn't feel any sign of clearing the level.

Could it be that his own judgment was wrong?

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound behind him.

Xiao Lan turned her head, and saw a figure appearing on the empty chair before.

The man was facing away from him, and all he could see was a head of black hair like a crow's feather tied into a low ponytail behind his head.

His figure is thin, broad but broad shoulders, not too frail.

He was writing something there.

Xiao Lan couldn't see the content on the paper clearly, but he could only see the hand holding the pen. The knuckles of the fingers were sharp, and the index finger wore a ring with the same pattern as the cover of the book.

In an instant, Xiao Lan's mind flashed the other party's identity—the crow.

Originally, he thought that with so many books published, the crow should be quite old, but he didn't expect to be surprisingly young.

Judging by this figure, maybe he will not be over 30 years old.

So his fans are so crazy, there should be a reason for his appearance, right?

At the same time, Xiao Lan's heart trembled.

Face to face with the boss is not a pleasant thing, I don't know what I will face next.

At this time, the crow spoke.

Different from the weird and gloomy stories in his pen, his voice is gentle, like a good-tempered scholar: "As the reader I am most interested in, you can have a wish. What do you want?"

While speaking, the movements of his pen still didn't stop.

People can't help feeling that he is really a diligent author.

Xiao Lan did not expect this turning point.

The most interested readers mean the most unlucky, so that they stepped on all the different rooms?

Maybe his experience also provided Crow with new creative inspiration?

Maybe Crow's next book will be called "The Poor God" or "The Non-Chief" or not...

The crow asked again: "Have you thought about it? I won't charge any price, or you can give up this wish and pass the level directly."

After speaking, a dark passage appeared on the other side of Xiao Lan.

Inside was the darkness he was familiar with after clearing the level.

Xiao Lan quickly withdrew her thoughts of not knowing where she was going.

The opportunity to make a wish to the boss is really rare, and the crow doesn't seem to be playing tricks.

This is probably the opposite of extremes, and unlucky to a certain extent will become lucky.

He thought for a moment and asked, "That... can I owe you some money?"

"..." The crow stopped writing.

Perhaps Mr. Crow has been in the industry for many years, and he has never heard such a strange wish from fans.

Xiao Lan added: "Just go through the process, just provide an IOU or something, and you don't need to give me real money."

It's a pity that the IOUs between players don't work, otherwise he would have reached the pinnacle of poverty long ago.

I hope the one from the boss is okay.

Teacher Crow froze for a moment, then took a piece of paper from the side and began to write.

Soon, an IOU flew in front of Xiao Lan, and it had already been stamped with the mark of a crow.

"Sign your name on the debtor, and it will take effect." Crow said.

Xiao Lan wrote her name and received a prompt from the system in an instant.

"Obtain special props, the poverty value will increase by 8000 million"

Xiao Lan happily put away the IOU, her face was filled with the joy of a good harvest.

crow:"……"

Teacher Crow felt that he was still too young to understand this magical world.

Xiao Lan waved goodbye to the crow in a good mood, and stepped into the dark passage that symbolized customs clearance.

Only Mr. Crow, who doubted his life, was left behind.

"Ding-dong-"

"Congratulations to player Xiao Lan for clearing the game 'Mingyue Pavilion'"

"Clearance reward item [bookmark signed by the crow]"

[Name: Bookmark signed by the crow (rare props)]

[Ability: Unknown]

[Description: Limited, high-end, rare, maybe it will come in handy at a critical moment]

This time it was Xiao Lan's turn to doubt life: "..."

Is there any difference between this thing and Zhang Dong's autograph?

I can't see that you actually have such an unknown hobby, Mr. Crow! ! !