I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

After spending two days leisurely in reality, Xiao Lan and Luo returned to the advent world.

Seeing the sky cut by the unscientific high-rise buildings, looking at the neon signs flashing around, and stepping on the ground under the feet, Xiao Lan felt a sense of familiarity and belonging.

He probably understands what Wang Teddy said, "people who are used to coming to the world are actually very difficult to return to reality."

The peace and ease in the real world are like dangerous traps lurking everywhere for these players, who are often on the front line of life and death and nervous. Sometimes a leaf fell on the top of his head, and after being monitored by keen instincts, Xiao Lan would avoid it subconsciously.

Obviously know that this is something that will not cause harm to people, but in the face of the object that suddenly appears in front of me, the body still involuntarily chooses to dodge.

Players may be slowly assimilated into the world.

What about the contract players? Whether they belong to the player, or have they become part of the game.

Back in the room, there are at least 20 days before the next game starts. Xiao Lan decided to take this opportunity to practice his skills and fighting skills.

When he played with He Haochuan before, he found out that He Haochuan is obviously not as fast and physically weak as Xiao Lan, but he can block Xiao Lan's first knife with his combat instinct. If he had props and weapons at that time, Xiao Lan probably had no way to end the battle within a few seconds.

For the battle experience between players, Xiao Lan is still too lacking.

Xiao Lan: "Luo, I'm going to the training ground over the past few days to hone my fighting skills. Do you have any recommendations?"

Luodi delivered a cup of tea: "There are still some tricks in my memory, I can draw them for you."

A minute passed...

Five minutes have passed...

Ten minutes passed...

Xiao Lan looked at the familiar stick figure stickman Luo had placed in front of him, and his legs were not the same length. He fell into a reflection on society and life.

Is he too lack of social beatings? Why would he pin his hopes on a formerly soul-painting soul?

Xiao Lan made a painful determination: "Children's drawing class will report you one next time you come back to reality."

Luo: "..."

The smile gradually disappeared.

Xiao Lan spent the next time on the training ground.

The training ground occupies a very large area with countless rooms. After each player enters, the room will be locked, and the scene inside will change according to the player's choice, and any different combat environment can be simulated at any time.

The advent of the world has always been very generous to the player's residence. In the training ground, players can choose their desired combat objects for simulation training. A wide range of objects are selected, not only those who exist in the real world, but also well-known warriors who have died, and even some God of War characters who exist in legends or literary works can be selected.

Of course, if you choose your opponent of legendary level without self-control, you can directly experience the joy of ascension.

Don't ask Xiao Lan how he knows, it's because his face hurts. Fortunately, the injuries in the training ground can be automatically recovered instantly after the battle, but the pain is still very painful!

Later, Xiao Lan chose a sturdy man with a bald head in black.

Then in the first 30 seconds he was cold again.

Don't say it caused harm. Xiao Lan couldn't touch the opponent at all, whether it was fist or dagger. In the face of superb and professional combat skills, Xiao Lan felt for the first time that he was so fragile.

The next step is to continue to fight, be knocked down, and look for opportunities again... continually cycling.

It lasted for many days.

After being hammered by the professional killer who was actually affiliated with a special agent organization for the 326th time, Xiao Lan finally found the opportunity to fight back for the first time.

The figure of the black killer gradually disappeared, and the chaotic battle scene simulated in the room returned to its original state. Xiao Lan didn't want to move at all while lying on the floor. Although the injuries on his body would recover, the mentally exhausted fatigue had approached his limit.

Now he wants to be a salted fish and sleep for a few days.

Seven days before entering the game, Xiao Lan felt a faint feeling in his heart that he would start the next game at a certain moment.

In the last three days, Xiao Lan was basically enjoying Luo's massage in the player's room, eating the takeaway from Luo's restaurant, drinking Luo's specially-made nutritious drinks, and living like a pig.

Life is so beautiful, human beings are so easily degraded.

When the surrounding darkness fell into silence, the familiar darkness gradually spreading, Xiao Lan and Luo looked at each other:

The game begins.

The surrounding world slowly became clear.

Compared with sight, Xiao Lan first felt a bitter "creaking" sound, like the sound of friction from an old metal plate. It was harsh and annoying, and the goose bumps on people's hands would be unbearable. Live up.

The first thing Xiao Lan saw was an old elevator car.

The buttons are all glued on with transparent glue. Even the doors of the elevators are very old, and the gates that passengers need to manually pull open, most of the paint on the doors has peeled off, mottled to reveal the iron gray inside.

Every movement of the people in the elevator can cause this old elevator to make a crunching sound.

Various advertisements with spicy eyes are densely posted around, and some of them have even turned yellow for a long time. The ground is a thick layer of black dirt that no one has cleaned up for many years, exuding a smell unique to old stains.

The elevator seemed to be malfunctioning and stopped there motionless.

Seven people appeared in the elevator this time, in addition to Xiao Lan and Luo, there were three men and two women.

One of them was slightly fat and looked very kind. The man in casual clothes took the lead in saying: "My name is He Rui. I have been promoted to intermediate level for quite a long time. How about I propose to team up this time?"

Hearing what he said, Xiao Lan was wearing a red dress next to her, and the tall curly-haired sister with black curly hair said: "Who can mix into the intermediate field has its own customs clearance method, why do you have to team up with someone you can't believe?"

"After all, it's safer to form a team." He Rui finished, and glanced toward the other people who didn't speak.

The elder sister in red chuckled: "No one knows that people who are keen to form a team but have few teammates have pitted their teammates."

She also glanced at the few people He Rui had seen before, with a meaning: "There is no righteous predecessor in the world."

At this time, another tall man in a black vest also opened his mouth, pointing at the former elder sister in red: "I agree with her, and I don't form a team."

Red Sister Yui covered her lips and smiled: "Smart."

He Rui waved his hand hurriedly: "Don't be so careful of me, I just want everyone to be safer together."

The atmosphere in the elevator was a little stiff for a moment, when a man stood up and raised his hand: "My name is Meng Ze, I will team up with you."

Another woman looked at him and seemed to hesitate, saying, "My name is Duan Xueyin, and so am I."

He Rui turned his attention to Xiao Lan and Luo: "What about you?"

Xiao Lan shook his head: "Thank you, we are used to teaming up with two people."

He Rui seemed to want to say something. He looked at Xiao Lan and Luo again, and finally gave up to continue to persuade the two.

Before long, the elevator began to move slowly, slowly upward in the harsh sound of friction.

The instructions inside the elevator are broken. I don't know which floor it is. The elevator stopped suddenly.

A pair of mother and daughter came in. The mother looked very thin, and she looked sick, but the little girl looked very lively.

The elevator door closed, the mother pressed the button on the fourth floor, and the elevator continued to rise slowly again.

The little girl may be bored and started counting the people in the elevator: "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10."

The players frowned slightly. The seven players here and their mother and daughter are only nine. Where are the ten?

Seeing that the people who were traveling with the elevator were not looking well, the thin mother squatted down and whispered to her daughter softly, "Good boy, there are only nine people here, you are wrong."

The little girl seemed confused. She reached out and counted towards the people in the elevator one by one: "1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9...10, Mom, I'm not wrong."

Everyone looked at the empty place where her finger pointed and fell silent.

The mother also felt that the situation was a little weird, and she took a step back from her own child and did not speak again.

The elevator is still rising slowly, and I don't know how high the building is, or the elevator is moving too slowly. In this depressive atmosphere, every minute and every second looks particularly long.

Suddenly, the stained white light box on the top of the elevator flickered for a moment.

Everyone raised their heads, but they just saw the shadow left by one hand. The shadow was fleeting, but the players still saw it clearly. This hand is small, like a child's hand.

The mother and daughter also clearly saw it. The mother opened her eyes and dared not make a sound. She stretched out her arms and hugged her child firmly beside her, holding her head to prevent her from looking up.

The players were rather calm. After all, each copy always had some sudden fright, and the fright was scared... There was a lot of panic in the heart, but there was no fluctuation in his face.

In a strange silence, the elevator finally reached the fourth floor with the sound of "ding-".