I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

There was silence in the corridor.

Even if I could see the scenery outside the window, I could not hear any sound coming in.

The entire Mingyue Hall is like an isolated island isolated from the world.

At this moment Xiao Lan stood by the window.

There were passers-by not far away, and they all sped up the pace when passing by near Mingyue Hall.

Occasionally, I have the courage to look towards this side, but I turn a blind eye to the existence of Xiao Lan, as if the Mingyue Hall is just an empty house in their eyes at the moment.

Xiao Lan couldn't help guessing whether the haunting rumors of Mingyuekan were trapped inside, and the sound made during the struggle to escape was heard by people nearby, but people outside could not see Any human figure is mistaken for a ghost.

However, whether people outside can see him is not of great significance to Xiao Lan.

After all, the player's clearance is not to ask the residents around and then call the police. Otherwise, you can just ask the police uncle to catch the boss before every game.

Anyway, these bosses are definitely big heads of harvesting people, and one is accurate, all of them are sitting on the bottom of the cell.

Unfortunately, I can only imagine.

Putting his attention back on the corridor, Xiao Lan moved on.

His goal is the top floor.

Before the Mingyue Hall was still in normal condition, Xiao Lan and Luo checked in the past.

There is a large study there, and the layout is particularly elaborate.

The crows should have been writing there before they disappeared, but everything was normal in the study at that time, and they did not get any clues.

Xiao Lan intends to check it out now, after all, everything is different.

A place like the study room is still very important to the writer, what should be in it.

As long as it’s not the crow teacher who came to open the door to kill himself...

When he arrived near the study, Xiao Lan did not hurry to approach, but observed it first.

The study really is different.

The original carved wooden door appeared a pattern exactly the same as the cover of the book, and the lighted part of the pattern remained the same as the player's hand.

This is different from the red door Xiao Lan had seen before. The pattern on the door is not synchronized with the player's hand.

This door is obviously more advanced.

Xiao Lan pushed the door with little hope.

Sure enough, it couldn't be opened at all, and there wasn't even a keyhole on the door. He told him clearly that he didn't need to try the technique of unlocking.

It seems that only after all 13 grids are lit, there will be changes here.

It is not clear whether it is the way to clear the customs, or to come to a fan meeting with Crow teacher.

I hope Mr. Crow will be a little colder and disdain this group of crazy fans.

Leaving the door of the study, Xiao Lan read the book in his hand.

At this moment, the blinking of the cover has stopped, but the grid does not light up one more.

The content of the book has also changed, the previous text is crossed out and becomes:

[Black dahlias bloom again]

[Joke about the minister under her skirt]

It seems that this player successfully escaped from the crow.

However, this also shows that the progress of customs clearance has not increased, and the risk of death hanging above the player's head has not been reduced at all.

Get down from the top floor.

Xiao Lan is preparing to walk through the Mingyue Hall again to find those different rooms.

Unexpectedly, just the moment he went downstairs, a white door appeared quietly in front of him, the first room downstairs was.

The same pattern on the door as the cover is very conspicuous.

It was like waiting for him there.

This is a bright trap, but if the player wants to clear the level, he has to go in.

Xiao Lan took a deep breath and reached out and pushed the door open.

The scene behind the door is not what a room should be.

It was a white snowfield, with no borders visible, no plants in sight, only a flawless white, as if tolerate no trace of dirt.

Xiao Lan was a little flustered.

With the last experience, he had already made psychological preparations for seeing a strange room before.

The cedar underfoot is soft and clean, and it feels very real.

This is not in line with the common sense of architecture.

But when did common sense come to the world? It has always frantically rubbed the coffin plates of a series of gangsters such as Newton, Einstein and Faraday.

Xiao Lan turned around and found that he was empty behind him.

The white door that had entered had disappeared, as if he had appeared out of nowhere on this vast snowfield.

At this moment, apart from a snowy field, there was only him left.

However, in terms of the physique of advanced players, even a two-horse roll in such snow will not be frostbite.

The low temperature did not affect Xiao Lan much, at most the snow was a bit of an obstacle.

Xiao Lan looked around.

Every direction looks similar, and nothing particularly obvious appears.

So he randomly chose a direction and stepped forward.

Xiao Lan walked for a while in the snow.

There was nothing but the rustle and the roaring wind as he moved forward.

Suddenly, a voice came from not far away.

The voice was a bit familiar: "Eh, eh, eh! Didn't expect that we met again, isn't it a coincidence?!"

Then a short man with high hair combed out from under a small slope.

The hillside is covered with snow, almost integrated with the background, if you do not approach, you will not find the existence here.

The person who came out was Long Shiren.

Unexpectedly, he is still alive and kicking up to now, Xiao Lan thought he had a problem.

But he was a little trembling, and his lips were a little purple, which might be frozen.

As a junior player, his physique does not exceed that of ordinary people, and he is not resistant to frost.

Long Shiren looked at Xiao Lan as if he had seen a good brother he hadn't seen in years, and he looked extremely enthusiastic: "Oh, brother, I have been frozen here for a while. I didn't expect to meet you again. But there is hope."

Xiao Lan: "..."

This gentleman, do you still call me "Big Brother"?

Not only does this person have no psychological barriers, but he is also so talented to speak so smoothly.

Long Shiren now looked at Xiao Lan's kind-hearted face, completely free of the aggressiveness that had previously threatened Li to lure moral pressure.

Obviously he knew that it was really only Xiao Lan who could fish him out.

It perfectly shows what is called the ability of society to bend and stretch.

"This elder brother, it was a chance to meet each other. We all met twice, but it was a rare fate, that... your surname?" Long Shiren rubbed his hands, and the few folds on his face were all smiling. A chrysanthemum.

Xiao Lan replied with difficulty: "Xiao..."

Long Shiren didn't feel embarrassed at all: "Brother Xiao, hello Brother Xiao, this surname is good, many celebrities have this surname. I'm a little bit ahead of you, might I let you introduce the situation first?"

As a dragging back, he must show a little advantage as soon as possible so as not to be left behind.

Without waiting for Xiao Lan to answer Long Shiren, he said to himself, desperately showing his value of existence: "After we separated, I walked casually in the corridor, and suddenly felt something behind me pushed me. , Directly pushed me down the stairs. Fortunately, my life was hard, but I was in a coma."

The one who pushed him should be the black handprint Xiao Lan saw behind him before.

"Unexpectedly, when I woke up, I saw a white door. This door appeared in front of me. Isn't the pattern on the door the same as our book? Maybe there is a clue to go out, I will come in."

"As a result..." Long Shiren sighed, "I can't get out when I come in, but there are no other dangers here. In fact, it's quite safe, so it's colder."

As he said, he couldn't help but shuddered, it looked really cold.

"I, I have found several places that can avoid the wind, if Brother Xiao you need to tell me, I will take you." Long Shiren tried to straighten out the slogan.

This man is also very clever, a few words to explain the situation.

He also left a backhand and did not name the few sheltered places, which could be used as his bargaining chips.

It is a pity that he is in the senior field.

He also did not know that advanced players do not need to avoid the wind, because this temperature is simply not enough to hurt advanced players.

Xiao Lan hasn't answered yet.

At this time, the two people stepped out of the air out of the air.

This should also be a player who opened the door, but unfortunately the two people in the room could not see the door.

That is a voluptuous and beautiful woman.

The makeup on the woman's face is exquisite, with bright red lips and a small mole on the lower right corner of the lips, but she looks more gorgeous.

She has black curly hair like the Hollywood stars of the 50s and 60s, and a small black dress perfectly outlines her curves. Her figure is not slender, but it is full of **** and sensational.

This is a woman full of temptation.

Normal men are probably hard to resist such charm.

Fortunately, Xiao Lan has stepped into the queue of Wanzai in advance, and has never missed the beauty.

At the moment of seeing this woman, a few words flashed in Xiao Lan's mind--

"Black Dahlia".

This is the crow's description of a player in the book.

He has different metaphors for each person he chooses. Others Xiao Lan is not clear, but this woman definitely deserves these enchanting words.

He was also alert.

Being able to escape from the crow's hands, this woman is certainly not weak.

And she has a sense of calmness in her body, which Xiao Lan can only feel in strong people like Qi Ning.

Almost at the moment when the woman appeared, Long Shiren had already rushed to the other side, yelling "Sister Hua Yan" bit by bit.

The flattering attitude and the warm words were more than he had done to Xiao Lan.

In comparison, Xiao Lan is like an alternative.

The woman just smiled with a confusing smile, and did not speak.

Looking at this picture, I contacted Long Shiren and said that he was brought in by a senior player.

Was it her?

It turned out that Long Shiren was not talking about "he" but "she".

Looking at Long Shiren's eager attitude, Xiao Lan felt... this guy was obviously pitted very willingly?

This kind of black widow dared to rush up and deserve to be killed. Big brother.

There is a knife on the front of the color character, but unfortunately he can't kill Wanzai.

On the other side, Long Shiren was still enthusiastically chatting with the beauty named Hua Yan unilaterally, and even tremblingly tried to put his coat on the other side.

Seemingly impatient, Hua Yan raised his hand to stop his movements: "Come on, don't delay."

Her voice is not a sweet type, it is a lazy smoke, but unexpectedly matches her temperament.

As her words fell, the noisy Long Shiren was quiet for a moment, and stood obediently.

The beauty's eyes turned to Xiao Lan, and the corner of her mouth was raised: "Do you want to be together too? There is no direction anyway, and you don't look like the kind of lunatic who likes to kill.

Xiao Lan looked at Hua Yan.

Although the woman smiled, her limbs were not relaxed.

Xiao Lan did not know the details of the other party, nor did she know whether she was safe.

If you leave separately, you might have to beware of the other party's sudden trouble. It's better to walk together, put the uncertain objects in front of you, it is easier to find the other party's faults, and be alert in time if there is a threat.

I am afraid that the other party is also having this idea.

So, Xiao Lan nodded.

The three thoughtful people walked into the vast snowfield together.

The wind and snow became bigger.