I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

"If we have met before, does it mean that I had entered the advent world when I was fifteen?" Xiao Lan said.

The teenager in school uniform lowered his head in contemplation, and the sunlight outside the window plated his outline with a soft halo, like an oil painting outlined by the painter with delicate brush strokes.

He turned to look at Luo again: "But then I have been living in the real world. What happened after that? How did I go back and why were you sealed in an envelope?"

Luo looked at the young man in front of him. His eyes were clean and clear, just as he remembered.

What is different from his memory is that he lacked the initial ignorance and fear in his eyes, and added a firmness and indifference that was polished by the years, making him look so different.

However, this is Luo's most familiar look.

Luozuo's smile didn't change: "I also want to know, maybe I won't know until my memory recovers more."

In the memories belonging to Luo, most of the time he just sat there leisurely reading a book, and Xiao Lan only had the last short meeting with him.

Luo has a kind of intuition, this meeting may be a shock to the original him, changing some key things.

He was really curious what happened afterwards.

Because both of them still have lesson plans, they didn't talk long before they left.

No special things happened during the daytime course, as if here is really a peaceful and peaceful college.

It's dinner time.

Placed on the dinner plate are:

Tomato stewed yesterday's bread (the bread looks exactly the same as yesterday's hard enough to knock).

Chili **** soup.

Risotto with bacon and watermelon.

It seems that today's theme is red.

When the students saw the meal, they almost sighed in unison, and then ate these astonishing dishes that were written as murder weapons in dinner.

Even players who are accustomed to high winds and waves can't help but look bitter, why aren't it normal that few of the foods provided in the copy coming to the world are normal?

Is it to urge players to clear customs early not to be nostalgic?

To be reasonable, who would miss this place where they don't know when they will burp!

Only Xiao Lan has no psychological barriers to eating satisfactorily.

The students around me looked more admired.

If he is really a student here, it is estimated that it will take a semester to become a new generation of legends in the college-

The man who didn't change his color in the face of the cafeteria.

Xiao Lan had just finished dinner.

The headmaster Mrs. Weld suddenly stood up, and she announced to the students: "Children, a classmate has unfortunately passed away. Tonight we are going to hold a funeral for him. Please follow your respective heads to the auditorium, Best wishes for him."

Xiao Lan is a little strange, shouldn’t students contact their parents if something goes wrong? Why did the college directly hold the funeral for it?

And looking at the reactions of the students around him, no one expressed doubts about this, it seems that this is an unusual thing for them.

Xiao Lan followed the students to the auditorium.

Before entering the auditorium, everyone got a candle, which was used to pray for the dead classmates at the funeral.

The auditorium is still in the same Gothic style as the college. The dome is high and surrounded by painted glass. The auditorium is decorated with candles. The candlelight is not bright, but the warm yellow candlelight gives this icy building a little warmth. .

Xiao Lan looked at the auditorium.

The auditorium looked a bit like a church, but the central idol was not any of the ones he had seen before. It was a woman with two snake tails. She was looking down at the students below, with a sad expression, but because of the snake tail Make her look a little weird.

In the middle of the auditorium is a coffin with a figure lying inside and flowers all around. Because of the distance, Xiao Lan can't see clearly the appearance of the people in the coffin.

The headmaster Mrs. Welder took a candle and went up the stairs. She mourned the dead student in a painful tone. During the speech, she had tears in her eyes and choked several times. She could hardly see any traces of forgery.

At this time, Xiao Lan saw the Xili trio in the crowd who had previously given him gossip on the popular science campus.

The trio was not far away from him, and Xiao Lan quietly stepped forward and leaned over to them.

"Hello." Xiao Lan greeted them softly.

The three also responded quietly to him.

Seeing that the principal on the stage did not notice this, Xiao Lan asked quietly, "Why is the classmate's funeral organized by the college? What about his family?"

Xili’s expression was a little complicated. She lowered her voice and said, “I don’t know what excuses your family gave you. But most of the people who come here are disabled except for a few who are disabled. The illegitimate children the family expects, the children left by the ex-wife, orphans who were abandoned by relatives after the death of their parents."

"Once they are thrown in, they will basically not care about us, even if they die, those people will not care. There have been accidental deaths of students before, but parents are reluctant to claim the body."

"Later, as soon as students died, the college would directly hold funerals for them."

Is it true that the so-called "special children" are special in such places?

They are a group of children who are not cared about by anyone and loved by no one.

Xili's voice was a little low: "If it weren't the principal, maybe no one in the world would really care about us."

Dave also said: "Fortunately, Mrs. Weld..."

Sanlang, who had been silent, also nodded.

Xiao Lan's mood became more complicated when he heard this.

For these children, Mrs. Weld was gentle and beautiful, and treated her students with patience, just like their savior.

But the human oils and fats found in the manual class show that things are not as good as they thought.

A group of children who are basically abandoned by their family, even if they die, no one cares, and they have total trust and longing for the principal. It is really too easy to do something with them.

"Yeah, thanks to Mrs. Weld." Xiao Lan echoed, and then changed the subject: "When did the college start the funeral?"

Xili recalled: "I heard that the initial funeral was held for Mrs. Welder's daughter. Later, she couldn't bear to let the students die without the funeral, so it was also held for the students."

"But since when I started, I don't know." Xili turned to ask her little partner, "Do you know?"

Both Dave and Saburo shook their heads and said it was unclear.

Xiao Lan noticed the word "daughter" and asked: "Do you know what the name of Mrs. Weld's daughter is?"

The teenagers are not clear.

It was just then that the principal's eulogy had been finished. The next step was for everyone to step forward and say goodbye to their dead classmates, and leave candles in front of each other's coffin to express their thoughts.

After that, the body will stay in the auditorium for one night until it is buried tomorrow.

Xiao Lan also followed the crowd slowly, gradually approaching the position of the coffin.

He looked into the coffin as he approached prayer.

The candlelight was still too dim, and Xiao Lan could only barely see the person in the coffin. The man was wearing a school uniform, lying quietly with his eyes closed, his hands on his chest, and there was nothing wrong with it.

But between the flashes of light and shadow, he seemed to see the skin of the corpse reflecting.

That doesn't seem to be the luster of human skin.

It's too late to take a closer look. The next classmates have stepped forward and he needs to give way to others. Xiao Lan glanced at the corpse in the coffin. Anyway, there was still a night. He decided to find another opportunity to come and see it at night.

After the funeral, the sky was completely dark.

A light red moon is hanging in the dark night sky, and Yuehua sprinkled is also a light red, making this night look dangerous.

The students returned to the bedroom under the arrangement of the senior.

Xiao Lan is also walking towards the bedroom.

There was a boy in school uniform walking towards him. The boy had a badge on his chest more than an ordinary student. According to the regulations of the college, this is the mark of the senior.

The commander came to Xiao Lan: "Are you a classmate Xiao Lan?"

Xiao Lan: "Yes, is there anything?"

"This is the case. There is a tradition at the Cliff College that is a night watch system. Every night, every grade will arrange a student to watch the night." The head of the class seems to be a bit puzzled. It’s your turn at night.”

"Wait for you to go directly to the night watchman, he will tell you the matters needing attention at night."

Sure enough, the game will not allow players to simply experience a relaxed and happy campus life.

The Red Moon Night plus the value night system is probably the danger assigned to them.

It happened that Xiao Lan also needed to leave the dormitory at night. Now that there is an excuse for being justified, he nodded and agreed to come down.

Follow the guidance given by the commander to the residence of the night watchman.

The night watcher glanced at Xiao Lan with no expression on his face. He put a kerosene lamp in Xiao Lan’s hand: "You can go to watch the night wherever you want, but advise you not to go to the forest outside the college."

He paused, and a smile of expectation appeared on his face: "Unless... you don't want to come back."

For children who are full of curiosity in adolescence, the more unwilling to go, the more attractive the place is, and the expression on his face is obviously expecting Xiao Lan to go into the forest.

Xiao Lan ignored him, regardless of whether the other party was well-intentioned or malicious. If the clues really pointed to the forest, whether he was dangerous or not, he still had to go to clear the customs.

The door of the night watchman's residence closed behind him. Xiao Lan lifted the kerosene lamp and walked into the night under the red moon.

The night of the red moon is exceptionally silent.

The moonlight is not bright, and there is no electric light at the Cliff College. The light of the kerosene lamp can only illuminate an area around Xiao Lan. Everything seems to be shrouded in the heavy black mist.

This lamp is not so used to illuminate students, it is better to indicate the direction of things that appear at night.

For the sake of insurance, Xiao Lan temporarily extinguished the kerosene lamp. If he needs lighting, he still has a [nuclear flashlight] in his hand, which is more convenient than this thing.

Xiao Lan walked towards the auditorium.

Now that the funeral has ended for a short time, the person who packed it should have packed it up, and just passed by to see what weird the corpse I saw before.

In the dark, Xiao Lan tried to cover his figure with the help of buildings and kept moving in a quiet state.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped.

Because a **** smell came from not far from the auditorium.

Along with the **** smell came the sound of high heels hitting the ground, and the sound of a sharp blade cutting the flesh.

Xiao Lan lightened his breath and hid into the corner, while quietly looking for the angle to observe the direction of the sound.

Appearing in the field of vision is a **** long dress. The gorgeous dress outlines the feminine figure. Her head is covered with a black gauze, covering from the bun to the back, completely covering her face.

It is the rumored Mrs. Hongyue.

There was a figure in black lying on the ground, surrounded by a pool of crimson blood. The man was motionless and seemed to be dead.

Mrs. Hongyue is facing Xiao Lan at the moment. She holds a fan in her hand. It looks like the most common type of lady. The folding fan opens but reflects the icy light under the moonlight. It looks very sharp. .

As she waved her fan, the body on the ground was cut, and the cutting sound that Xiao Lan had heard before was from this.

Not long afterwards, Mrs. Hongyue had taken off the skin of the corpse, as was rumored.

At the next moment, Mrs. Hongyue's head deflected, as if to check if there were any people around.

Upon seeing this, Xiao Lan held his breath completely motionless, as if he were only part of the shadow.

After inspecting the surroundings, Mrs. Hongyue withdrew her eyes. She picked up the leather beside her, and she had gone away almost instantaneously, leaving only a blood-red afterimage.

Very fast speed.

Xiao Lan couldn't help frowning. Even at this speed, his original body was not necessarily faster than the other party. Now that he was forced to shrink to fifteen years of age, both his endurance and explosiveness decreased.

Once chased by Mrs. Hongyue, I am afraid it is difficult to get rid of.

Suddenly I missed [All the way to spark with lightning] What's going on?

No no no, forget it.

Xiao Lan stopped her terrible thoughts in time. If you use [spark all the way with lightning], it would be impossible to run past Mrs. Hongyue, but he will become famous overnight and become a new rumor of the college-

The red moon flashes out.