I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

As consciousness moves away, Luo's ability to maintain human form is slowly lost.

The figure of the adult man who Xiao Lan was familiar with began to be unsustainable and gradually retreated to a black shadow. Because of the instability of power, the shadow is still constantly changing, switching between several forms.

Finally, it stopped at the black cat form that Xiao Lan seemed to know.

But it is a more wild and unrestrained version of the soul painter.

Looking at the **** cat in front of him with all four legs not at the same length, Xiao Lan reached out and poked his hairy head, um, it was still square, this time it was more abstract art than the previous one Too.

But fortunately, it didn't turn into a murky mess, which reduced Xiao Lan's job difficulty a lot, but let him relax.

Xiao Lan reached out and tried to hug the black cat.

Unexpectedly, Luo's body is as soft as dough.

The hand that dragged the black cat's neck seemed to be a little harder, and he directly lifted the entire cat's head. A neck about half a meter long was pulled between the head and the body, making the original very soulful picture. Added a hint of magical breath, as if some rumored stream of water monsters.

Xiao Lan's mouth twitched: "Luo, your quality is not good..."

Xiao Lan hurriedly put Luo's neck back and back, and put his head back in place.

At this time, I had to sigh the power of non-human beings. After such a random operation, I hadn't died yet, and my vitality was very tenacious.

Looking at the pool of cats on the ground, Xiao Lan fell into contemplation.

He originally planned to carry the cat directly, but now it seems impossible. This figure is too large in his pocket, and he can't put it into his clothes if he wears little clothes in summer...

After a moment, Xiao Lan moved.

He searched for debris in this room and finally found a roll of cloth of unknown origin. He tried to wrap this beach of black cats around his back and didn't expect it to succeed.

The posture looks like, when a relative who engages in breeding comes to your house for New Year's greetings during the New Year, and by the way, he carries a small pig of his own family as a new year, full of the joy of harvest.

Except for a little spicy eyes.

However, the pragmatist Xiao Lan did not mind whether the picture was beautiful or not. He carried Luo directly and pushed the door open to the next room.

Xiao Lan shuttled through the labyrinthine room.

The layout of each room is different. It looks like many people are messed up and rubbed together. The last one is a solid Chinese-style living room. The next second may be a poster-filled Junior Two room. It may be a dirty and narrow toilet again.

The only thing in common is that the doors connecting these rooms are the same, all of which are old iron doors with mottled paint.

Just putting his hand on the doorknob was about to open the door, but Xiao Lan heard footsteps outside the door.

He then skillfully opened the door next door to hide.

The next moment, he saw from the crack of the door that the door he had intended to open opened from the other direction. What came out of it was the human form that seemed to be lacking in weight.

Xiao Lan held his breath, minimized his sense of existence, and continued to observe them.

They limped and walked like before, their perfunctory eyes wandering around the room for a while, and did not notice that there was a person hiding behind a door.

These figures also wandered in these rooms, not knowing what they were looking for, or simply walking around.

After a while, the figures did not find anything abnormal, and opened another door to continue to limping away.

Xiao Lan has been advancing in this way for quite some time, and he has been skillfully avoiding these dangers along the way. But no windows were visible in the rooms at this time, and the clocks in each room were completely different, so it was difficult for him to judge how long it had been since the fourth day.

He came out of hiding and continued on.

When he opened the unknown door, finally, something different appeared in front of him.

It was a pure black door. The door was particularly tall. Except for black, there was no extra decoration on it, which seemed heavy and depressed.

This is almost telling you, come on, push open the door and come in.

Xiao Lan also understands that this is probably the next stage of the game.

He reached out and pushed open the closed black door.

But I didn't expect it to be a... Mahjong room.

There are many doors on the wall around the Mahjong room, and there seem to be many roads leading to it.

Xiao Lan was a little ignorant for a moment. Why did this game's level mix into the Mahjong competition?

Is it a bit too casual? !

Three people with no faces were sitting at the table. Their limbs and figure were more delicate than those they had seen before. From the perspective of dress, they were two men and one woman. There was an incandescent lamp in the room that was not very bright, shaking slightly, casting an unstable mottled light and shadow. This kind of light did not bring any warmth to the room.

On the table in the middle of them was a well-coded mahjong. Hearing the movement of opening the door, these "people" turned their heads in the direction of Xiao Lan.

At this time, it seemed a little too late to exit.

Seeing that Xiao Lan had not come, the three people without facial features raised their hands and waved at him with a slow and stiff frequency, obviously a posture calling him to come over quickly.

Although I don't know what medicine they sell in the gourd, the most important thing is to be calm.

Xiao Lan carried his little sweet pig and stepped forward without fear.

When Xiao Lan stepped forward, the only woman in the three made a "please" gesture to him, indicating the only vacant seat. After Xiao Lan sat down, they began to rub mahjong skillfully, and turned out to be a card game.

Seeing this, Xiao Lan felt relieved and joined the game in a low profile.

After the shuffle of shuffles, the game started very quickly. Since the three people on the opposite side had no facial features, the process of the game was very silent, only the crisp sound produced when the mahjong collided.

The playing skills of these three humanoid figures are very good, and it looks like an old partner who has been addicted to Mahjong all day. They cooperated very well and vaguely had a posture against Xiao Lan, very lacking in competitive spirit.

Seeing this, Xiao Lan had a decision in her heart. Since you have sincerely provoked, let you grasp the trembling of the aunts in various communities, and the most unwilling to play the first place in the card list!

Less than three minutes.

"Self-touch, Hu." Xiao Lan pushed down the card in front of him and declared the end of the round.

The figures were silent and threw the chips to Xiao Lan.

"Dragon seven pairs."

The figures throwing chips are a bit hesitant.

"All the same."

The humanoid hands tremble slightly.

"Tianhu Thirteen Yao."

In the next few games, Xiao Lan became more and more arrogant, and people almost doubted whether he was out of control.

The chips in front of several humanoid figures quickly came to an end. Their faces with no facial features looked gloomy. They seemed to want to grow facial features to give Xiao Lan a greasy expression, it is best to give him a bite.

With a smile, Xiao Lan put away the chips piled up in front of her with a smile. At this time, the system prompt that had been silent before suddenly appeared:

"Xiao Lan is addicted to gambling, is not a qualified poor, and the poverty value is reduced by 8.88 million"

Xiao Lan: "..."

Suddenly I felt that the chips in front of me were hot. It seemed that if I wanted to pass these three players, I would have to win the game, but if I won, I would have to deduct the poverty value.

Xiao Lan thinks about it again and again. In the face of poverty, it seems that it is not unacceptable to choose another way of customs clearance.

Unfortunately, he wanted to be a good player who loves peace.

He had to change his strategy. Next, as if he was suddenly possessed by the poor, Xiao Lan began to lose every game, and soon all of his winning chips bottomed out.

"Lost and lost, Xiao Lan still returned to the warm family of the poor, and the poverty value increased by 8.88 million"

[Poverty cannot limit my imagination] It is really a strict skill.

In the new round, Xiao Lan has lost all his chips.

He watched the three humanoids in front of him alertly to prevent any attacks that they might launch at any time, and he was ready to take them out of the storage space [this is a poisoned dagger] to fight.

Unexpectedly, the woman on the opposite side suddenly threw a different chip from him. Although she had no face, Xiao Lan always felt that if she had a face, she should have a bad-hearted smile on her face.

The color of this chip is blood red, which seems to be a thick blood stain that cannot be melted on the surface.

At the moment of receiving the chips, a new prompt appears:

"Get blood chips*1, the player's death risk in the authority game is increased by 5% (this item only works in this game)"

Still waiting for Xiao Lan to think about it again, a new reminder followed:

"Get special items, increase the poverty value by 1 million (this increase will be permanently effective)"

Xiao Lan's heart fell into a tangle of asking for money or death.

The risk of death is temporary, but the poverty value is permanent.

This is a vivid interpretation of what is called poverty insurance. A poverty value of 1 million blood is very attractive, but the risk of death is very terrible.

Don't look at 5%, it seems that there are not many, but as long as more than 12 are obtained, when his risk of death increases to more than 60%, it is equivalent to jumping repeatedly on the death line.

And just one can get 1 in a common game. If there is a big pair of faces, then it is possible to give him a dozen or twenty at a time.

At that time he could perform what is called death in situ.

It's really hard to be a poor man...

Xiao Lan took a deep breath and continued to join the poker game. At the same time, he secretly told himself that he could not have more than six blood chips, and that 30% of the risk of death was still within his tolerance.

At the same time, the game cannot exceed three games. After the three games, even if the blood chips do not reach six, you have to withdraw. The more lucky you are, the higher the risk.

In the new round, Xiao Lan handled it very carefully. He accurately counted the cards of the other three and controlled the acquisition of blood chips to two.

In the next round, get 1 blood chip.

It is still very pleasant to enter the three million poverty value.

Very good, as long as the last game is controlled in one or two.

Xiao Lan touched the card in his hand while observing the movement of the other three. The woman opposite him obviously wanted to be a big man. The man on the left seemed to be unable to collect the cards, while the man on the right was only one card away from the three, and it was only the simplest Suhu, which was very in line with his demand.

Xiao Lan picked up three.

"boom--"

A huge noise, with the opening of a door and the sound of a group of people rushing in, even the floor shook for a moment.

The people at the poker table all turned their heads to see, a group of casually shaped figures chasing a red-haired and black-haired figure toward this side, the red-haired man stretched out his hand and was quick, in the crowd's attack Shuttle, but it is difficult to get out because there are too many people.

The man in red raised his head and was the Wuting.

He also saw the scene of Xiao Lan playing mahjong with three people who are not ghosts or ghosts: "Lying trough! In this case, you still have free time to play Mahjong!!!"

Xiao Lan looked entangled: "...the situation is very complicated, anyway, it's not what you think."

Wu Ting shook off the hand stretched behind his back: "Now can you still fight?"

Xiao Lan shook his head, not intending to continue: "It's over, let's go... right..."

His voice was stuck, and three of them were still in his hands, but because of the shock just now, one of his vertical cards fell and was thrown to the front.

Seventy thousand, which is exactly what the opposite woman needs.

Before he could explain this was an accident, a blood chip had been thrown unreasonably in front of him.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

With exactly 12 of the previous total, Xiao Lanxi raised the risk of death by 60% and gained the opportunity to jump repeatedly on the edge of death.

Xiao Lan: Lying! ! !