I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

After Xiao Lan and Luo joined the battle group, the originally flamboyant hair gradually began to stretch from left to right.The three of them teamed up to cut off the hair extremely fast, and the hairs that were originally overwhelming in the air gradually narrowed the battle circle.

Holding a dagger in his hand, Xiao Lan shuttled through the hair attacks.

After a month of special combat training, after being constantly beaten to death, his reaction speed is now much faster than before.

At the moment when the hair struck, he accurately judged the target location of the opponent's attack.

Then Xiao Lan turned sideways slightly with ease, and the hair's attack fell a few centimeters away from his side as he expected. Taking advantage of the gap where the hair could not turn back, Xiao Lan swung out the blade and cut it off directly.

During the battle, Xiao Lan discovered that these hairs were not the ghost's body.

Because 【This is a poisonous dagger】There is no effect trigger prompt, just like when attacking the clothes manipulated by the pregnant ghost.

Luo's black figure flashed in the siege of hair like a ghost.

Every time the sharp claws are swung, there will be hairs cut off. I don’t know what kind of material his black claws are made of. Just as vulnerable as normal hair.

The three of them harvested these hairs at an extremely fast speed.

After a while, only a part of the shower close to a certain cubicle remained. It seemed that this was the source of these hairs.

The three of them slowly approached the shower, and a flamethrower-like prop appeared in Wu Ting's hand, but he knew with his feet that the power must be more than ordinary flamethrowers.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the thing manipulating the hair tried to gather its hair and escape, and when fighting the three of them, it also changed into a posture of fighting and retreating.

However, it’s all here, how can there be any reason to leave as you want?

Noticing that the opponent was trying to retreat, Xiao Lan put away the dagger in his hand, and suddenly grabbed the hair in front of him with his bare hands.

The strength in Xiao Lan's hand surprised the thing on the other end of the hair.

It suddenly increased its strength, trying to pull the hair back from Xiao Lan's hand, but it was as if a thousand wild boars were tug-of-war with it on the opposite side, and the strength of its grip did not loosen at all.

Then, Xiao Lan pulled back the hair she was holding in her hand, fastened it to the shower in another cubicle, and took the opportunity to tie a few knots that would drive the ghosts crazy. Hair tied tightly to the shower.

Seeing this, Luo and Wu Ting also took the same action.

Soon, this pile of hair was weak, pitifully and helplessly tied to a nearby shower, unable to attack or break free.The current bathroom is like a pansi hole, but it's a pity that there are no beautiful and enchanting female fairies, only a bunch of black-hearted, ruthless and thick-skinned bad men.

Holding a flamethrower, Wu Ting walked towards the shower with hair gushing out with a smile. If one ignores his red underpants at the moment, it would be an oppressive move.

The next moment, the flamethrower in his hand sprayed purple flames.

The moment the flame touched the hair, it spread at an extremely fast speed, completely ignoring the wetness of the hair and the stagnant water everywhere, and avoided the surrounding environment as if it could distinguish the target. The purple flame was very Get those hot curls in no time.

The smell of burning hair is extremely strange.

Different from the protein burning smell of ordinary hair, this is a burnt smell with a fishy smell. It is also accompanied by dark green smoke when it burns, which looks very unappetizing.

"what--"

When the hair was completely burned, there was an angry scream from the shower. It was distorted through the pipeline, and the original voice could no longer be heard.

The bathroom finally returned to silence again.

Wu Ting found out a black dress and put it on, and instantly became that charming Yujie again.

He smiled and nodded to Xiao Lan and the two: "Thanks, I thought you were just newcomers who had just been promoted to the middle class, but I didn't expect to be so powerful. I underestimated you all before."

Wu Ting fiddled with his long black curly hair: "Let me introduce myself again, my name is Wu Ting, and I am an information dealer. As for women's clothing, this is just a little hobby of mine."

Xiao Lan: "What you said before that there is a chance to cooperate is the intelligence?"

"Yes, I am very optimistic about your talent. As a reward for helping, I can tell you something." Wu Ting raised the corners of his lips, "He Rui is also my colleague, but he belongs to the kind who does all kinds of dirty work. , He didn’t care too much about means when completing the task, it seems that he is eyeing you this time.”

Xiao Lan tentatively asked: "Do you know what his purpose is?"

The raised eyes of Wu Ting glanced at Xiao Lan lightly, with a hint of mystery in his eyes: "Okay, let's regard it as an initial investment in attracting new customers."

His voice was very low: "As far as I know, a person with a strong background recently issued a task of finding people. Those who want to accept the task must go to the designated place and go through layers of screening. Very mysterious."

"I've always only sold news and never worked for others, so I didn't participate. But He Rui went, maybe you are the target of the mission, or maybe you're just an unlucky person who was affected."

After listening to Wu Ting's words, Xiao Lan was thoughtful. Assuming that she was really the target of the mission, then what is his father... What is the origin of his father? He has been missing for so long and can still bring such attention. It is simply traffic.

Of course, he still hopes that he is just an unlucky person who has been affected.

Seeing Xiao Lanshao's expression, Wu Ting smiled lightly: "It seems that you yourself don't know."

Xiao Lan nodded: "Indeed, I can only guess."

Wu Ting: "If you need to verify your guess, welcome to come to me. Of course, it will not be free this time."

As he spoke, he handed Xiao Lan a pink mirror-shaped prop: "You can contact me when the time comes."

[Name: Yuema (sub-body)]

[Ability: Establish contact with the subject holder, the call process can be seen]

[Explanation: Are you dating?about! 】

Xiao Lan took the props: "..."

This explanation seems to be for a certain purpose, the virtue of coming to the world, the garbage game will end sooner or later.

After the conversation, the three checked the abnormalities in the bathroom by the way.

After all, there was a new danger of death, which meant that something new must have happened here. The three of them carefully searched one by one, and finally reached the innermost one.

It was clearly a wall before!There was an extra door when everyone didn't realize it.

After exchanging glances, Xiao Lan stepped forward and carefully opened the door.

The moment the door was opened, Xiao Lan clearly saw many spray-like blood droplets in the air, and these blood droplets stagnated in the air as if they were pressed to pause, like an exquisite sculpture with unique ingenuity.

The moment the door was opened, the time in the compartment seemed to suddenly start to flow, and the splashed blood droplets began to move along the original trajectory, covering the surrounding walls.

A large amount of blood came oncoming, Xiao Lan reacted quickly and quickly closed the door of the compartment again, thus avoiding the end of being splashed all over the face.

Viscous blood slowly poured out from the bottom of the compartment, and there were also blood and flesh fragments mixed with unclear parts.

After the sound of blood dripping stopped, Xiao Lan opened the door again.

This time, he clearly saw two pieces of clothes besides blood stains on the ground. He was also very familiar with these two pieces of clothes. They were worn by the couple today, and they had been seen at the door of the laundry room before.

Wu Ting also saw it: "It's them..."

Xiao Lan nodded.

Wu Ting stretched out his hand to play with his hair: "Although I understand that the danger has increased, but I am still a little happy, and there is still a little regret..."

Xiao Lan also silently agreed, although these two are very annoying, but in fact he really wants to know what new content they have to quarrel with.

Although I was attacked just now, I still have to take a shower.

The three of them chose the adjacent cubicle to take a bath. If the attacking thing dares to come, let it go back bald without leaving a single hair.

-

After taking a shower, Xiao Lan walked towards her cubicle.

It is now the third night, and the final danger is imminent. I don't know if it will be counted from the early morning of the fourth day, or it will not open until the last moment.

In any case, tonight's rest is particularly important, and it is better to go to bed as soon as possible.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Lan saw a person at her door.

It was the only remaining resident—the cultist.

I don't know if this person is nervous or has a brain problem.Faced with the disappearance of the people living with him one by one, he seemed to have no sense of crisis at all, and he was still holding a broken statue of God and talking about it all day long.

It seems that in his heart, the destruction of all human beings is in line with the will of that God.

I don't know which corner of the god of the middle school sprang out, and the wish is so traditional.

I saw the cultist holding a statue of a god and chanting to Xiao Lan's door: "Punish him! Punish this sinner who disrespected your agent, and let him sink into despair forever!"

The cultist is absorbed in his prayers.

At this moment, his heart was filled with the imagination of that wicked neighbor being punished by God.

I hope God will burn them, hang them up and torture them, so that they can no longer offend themselves.

"Cough." A voice rang above his head.

In a trance, the cultist thought he had felt the oracle, and he raised his head in surprise, but met the face he least wanted to face—his rough and barbaric neighbor.

Damn, what are you?

He looked at the closed door, and then at the face above his head.

Oh hoo, it's over.

Xiao Lan beat this guy skillfully, and asked him to review what is called a beating from a social person.The idol in the cultist's hand rolled to the side during the beating, Luo picked it up and handed it to Xiao Lan.

Looking at this statue, Xiao Lan remembered the one that was destroyed in Liudao Hot Spring before, which brought him a lot of poverty points.

He is also a statue, and seeing his precious posture, this can't be too bad, right?

Xiao Lan pinched the statue, and under the eyes of the cult members, "You are ruthless, you are cruel, and you are vexatious", she squeezed hard.

"Destroy the props, the poverty value will increase by 0.002 million, Xiao Lan is so poor that he has lost his dream"

Xiao Lan: "..."

This thing is the shame of the idol!Spread the goods!

Looking at the accusing cult member next to him, Xiao Lan sent him another round of beatings from the society without saying a word.

-

Xiao Lan went to bed early, and Luo still perfectly acted as his emotionless pillow.

late at night.

Familiar footsteps sounded outside the door again.

This time there seemed to be more people. Xiao Lan was woken up for a moment, and found that the situation was no different from before. He changed his position and planned to continue sleeping.

But this time things outside are not as peaceful as before.

There seemed to be a buzzing sound from many people talking at the same time, and the voices were intertwined, and the content of the conversation was completely inaudible due to mutual interference.

At this moment, there is always an existence that is not willing to be lonely.

"You smelly man with no taste! I want to break up with you!"

"Why do I have no taste, I'm not wearing pink boxers!"

"Why did you eat garlic before going to bed last night, even death tastes like garlic!"

"Isn't that because you ate stinky tofu first?!"

"I fucking #!@&!"

"You fucking @#%&*!!"

The high-pitched and loud quarreling sounds came through the useless door panels, and they were still familiar content and formula.

Xiao Lan covered her head with a pillow.

Damn, aren't you dead? !