I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

The blood chips that belonged to Xiao Lan were automatically attributed to him in the blink of an eye. The effect was the same whether he received it or not.

"Ding Dong--"

"Warning, the player's current risk of death has reached 60%"

Listening to the system's ruthless death risk reminder, Xiao Lan's heart was full... I have a **** that I don't know.

He looked at the three faceless expressions in front of him because he had no face, wondering if they had cheated while their attention was distracted, but he had no evidence, and even if there was evidence coming to the world, it would have been ignored.

At this time, Xiao Lan missed Luo extraordinarily. If Luo was around, most of these small situations could be settled.

Unfortunately, now Luo can only lie on his back, quietly acting as his new year pig.

With a 60% risk of death, Xiao Lan now must take extra care at every step. Perhaps he will soon feel what is called the world's maliciousness.

So far, Xiao Lan has no plans to continue this game.

It seems that because of the 60% probability of death, there are far more people who choose to pounce on Xiao Lan than Wuting.

He pressed the table with his hands and lifted it hard, lifting the entire table directly, which looked very rogue and unreasonable. The mahjong flew all over the ground, letting the human figures who had rushed towards him slipped under his feet and suddenly fell into a ball.

After seeing this, the three friends knew that their peaceful exchange was over, and they all got up and attacked Xiao Lan. It fully shows that if you can't be done at the table, then you can get rid of your spirit under the table.

Xiao Lan was also polite, and took out [this is a poisoned dagger] and turned back to face the battle.

Flashing sideways on the fist of the male brand friend, Xiao Lan's backhand was a knife, leaving a deep knife mark on his face without facial features.

If it is an individual, the brain may fly out half, but unfortunately this guy is not a human, and he twists his head and still jumps alive.

At the same time, I don't know what the principle of these human figures is. They can obviously move and have consciousness, but the dagger did not trigger the toxicity prompt when attacking, as if they were just a pile of dead objects.

Perhaps it is the reason why they are controlled by spirits and the dagger cannot be physically attacked, Xiao Lan speculates.

However, although not poisonous, the sharpness of the dagger itself is still considerable.

Cutting off the siege-shaped arm with a knife is not a problem. Xiao Lan shuttled between the humanoid piles, and every attack could leave twisted hands and feet, making people unable to get close.

Xiao Lan punched the figure trying to sneak attack, but unexpectedly heard the system prompt:

"Poverty can't limit my imagination and get [the piggy bank of unknown children]"

[Name: Piggy Bank for Unknown Children]

[Ability: You can take out coins unlimitedly]

[Explanation: I do not know which adult without conscience, actually stole the child’s piggy bank]

Xiao Lan: "..."

He suspected he was mocked by this prop.

In the mood that these coins might be useful, Xiao Lan took time to take out a coin in the gap between the beatings.

"Getting a dollar coin reduces the poverty value by 1 million"

Xiao Lan: "..."

To be reasonable, this is obviously a one-dollar coin, and there is no special function at all. Why is it worth 1 million! Junk games lie to me for being poor!

Xiao Lan threw this thing into the storage space, indicating that he did not want to speak, and backhand smashed a hexagonal head emerging from the side.

More and more human figures poured in from the opened door, they made the room more and more crowded, and Xiao Lan and Wuting gradually felt that they could not open.

Xiao Lan took the time to ask Wu Ting: "What did you do to stab people's den? How come there are so many."

Wu Ting kicked out two human figures: "Probably because I look so beautiful and jealous."

Xiao Lan rolled his eyes: "What is jealous? Can you wear a skirt?"

Wu Ting glanced at him: "Do you have any opinions, do you want to share one with you?"

Xiao Lan quickly shook her head: "Thank you, no need, gentlemen don't take advantage of others."

"How do you know if you don't try it?" Wu Ting sharp blade swept out and solved the few human figures in front of him, "Maybe, it will open the door to a new world."

Xiao Lan grabbed his card friends and daughters as weapons and threw them into the humanoid group, refusing to say: "It is better to lock this door forever."

Wu Ting snorted, and returned to him a wide-ranging white eye, even forgetting the pseudophony: "Skinny."

Not to mention, this guy's original sound is quite Su, and I don't know why he embarked on such a path of no return.

As more and more humanoids fell, a layer of hands, feet or other parts were accumulated on the ground, which made it difficult for everyone present to move.

At this moment, a large number of doors on the walls of the room also opened.

As the door opened, there were footsteps, and behind several doors, there were footsteps of many people marching towards this side.

There are only seven players in this game. Except for Meng Ze who has been cold and Luo who can't maintain the human shape for the time being, there are only five players who are still active, and the remaining three people except Xiao Lan and Wuting are obviously unable to get out. So imposing footsteps.

It was definitely not an ally.

Xiao Lan's expression became serious: "Is this going to block us here?"

Wu Ting asked: "Do you have any way?"

Xiao Lan thought about it for a while: "It might be... but the effect is uncertain, and there is no distinction between the enemy and the enemy."

In Wu Ting's puzzled eyes, Xiao Lan took out [Canned Durian with Canned Herring]: "I don't know if these things are counted as creatures. If they are not counted, the only person who might be hurt is you."

Thinking of the sour taste, Wu Ting suddenly showed an expression that a dog thief might not want to hurt me.

Xiao Lan said: "If you have a better way, just take it out, don't be polite."

The expression on Wu Ting's face was very exciting, and he was quite desperate that "the six armies would not help but die before turning to death": "Come on..."

With the complex gaze of Wuting Pavilion, Xiao Lan opened his treasured canned herring mixed with durian.

In an instant, a fish was fermented with a sour smell, mixed with the pungent smell of durian, which seemed to have been concentrated by an unknown force and was stronger than the original smell.

Wherever the scent passed, the chaotic figures stopped for a moment, and all the people or non-persons present seemed to be in the gas chamber.

But at the next moment, they were like cockroaches that encountered insecticides. They started running at a high speed that Xiao Lan had never seen before, rushing out of this gas chamber, and the people who had gathered were like headless flies. The same spread out in a labyrinthine room.

There was also a Wuting Pavilion in sync with them. Because of the effect of the props, he could not control himself and ran away from Xiao Lan, and he retched while running: "Xiao Lan! Your uncle! Vomit—"

In this way, his figure gradually disappeared behind a door.

Xiao Lan's side was suddenly empty and quiet. At the moment, he was a stinky guy no one wanted to be friends with.

In addition to Luo, Luo is still quietly behind Xiao Lan at the moment, without breathing or heartbeat, and is still in the pinch of canned herring and durian.

Xiao Lan looked at the phrase "There is a weak probability of attracting strange things" in the prop description. Did Luo already divide the props into strange things?

There seems to be no problem.

Before the encirclement broke up, Xiao Lan seized the time and found a door that looked pleasing to the eye and left the mahjong room.

As for Wu Ting, I thought about his last expression that was so terrible that he wanted to hit someone, or... goodbye.

[The canned herring mixed with durian] performed better than expected. Xiao Lan opened several rooms one after another and never saw these figures again and again. The way forward was incredibly smooth.

However, 60% of the risk of death is not just looking at it.

On the road, wherever Xiao Lan passed, there was something on the top of his head, half of it was smashed down on his head; the floor he walked on was collapsed; there was even a cell phone in the room that was originally charging, but Xiao Lan blew up as soon as he passed it, and a posture to die with him.

It was as if a **** of death was staring at him, looking for any chance of killing him.

With a keen sense of danger and flexible skills, Xiao Lan avoided these crises in a shock and danger.

This time the door was opened and a different scene appeared in front of me.

It is a corridor.

A straight corridor, the window next to you can see the false city. Looking along the corridor, opposite is a closed door, which looks gorgeous and different from other rooms.

It's easy to think of whether that door is a shortcut to leave the game.

However, Xiao Lan, who has experienced the mahjong room, has a little doubt about this. The prompt of the game is "End of Four Days". It has been made very clear that it is a survival game. Will there be a method of leaving early in it?

Xiao Lan looked at the door. It looked like a sweet hope and a bad trap.

As you can see from the window, although there is still heavy rain outside the window at this time, the night has begun to fade slowly, not far from dawn. Would you like to go back to the previous room and wait for the morning light, or try this inscrutable door?

Xiao Lan was thinking, and suddenly a sense of danger that made his scalp tingle appeared from his side.

Before it was too late to think about it, Xiao Lan rolled on the spot and walked away.

At this time, he looked up in the direction he had just stood, and saw a face taller than his entire person appeared on the wall, grinning at him with a bad smile.

Skinny, one eye is morbid gray, that is-the landlord's face after a few days.

The landlord's face occupied almost the entire wall. He stared at Xiao Lan, coming slowly towards him like a projection.

Just as Xiao Lan stared at the alert, the landlord's face disappeared in an instant, but the next attack came from the wall behind him.

Too close, Xiao Lan couldn't dodge, and there was a sharp pain in his shoulder.

He turned his head and saw that there was a wound on his shoulder that seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, and the landlord's gray eyes on the wall flashed with light.

"Hey, hey..." The landlord smiled hoarsely.

This guy will not only teleport, but also a long-range attack!

This is simply cheating!

Xiao Lan's backhand was a dagger piercing the face of the wall, but found that the landlord was like an illusory shadow and could not be attacked at all.

Still waiting for Xiao Lan's reaction, a new round of attacks is coming, and Xiao Lan can only avoid it with all his might.

The speed of the landlord's teleportation was too fast, and the corridor was not wide. After a few times, even though Xiao Lan's sensitivity was as good as possible to avoid the point and did not receive serious injury, it was still a lot of injuries.

There was a wound on his cheek, which made his cold white skin that was not tanned more pale.

He was covered with blood stains because of the large or small wounds, but Xiao Lan's movements were still flexible, too many spine bowed slightly, and took a guarded posture, his body tight and kept ready to attack at any time. Like an elegant cat predator full of danger.

Xiao Lan stood in the middle of the corridor and stared at the landlord, his eyes sharp as a blade, and the sweat beads on Junxiu's face slipped down his jaw.

Teleport plus remote or non-entity, these are particularly disadvantageous for him.

The narrower the environment is, the more favorable it is for teleportation, while the corridor and other rooms are already larger than the room, but still very narrow, making it difficult for Xiao Lan to escape.

Faced with non-entities [this is a dagger full of poison] is completely ineffective.

If he turns on the ability to attack spirits, he can't keep up with the opponent's speed. Similarly, if he turns on the speed skill, he can't attack the opponent.

Xiao Lan seemed to be in a desperate situation for a while. Is this the real power of 60% risk of death?

After the next breath, the attack came again, and silver light gathered in the landlord's eyes. When he saw this little light, Xiao Lan's body flew to the side faster than he thought.

At this time, a lightning flashed through the clouds outside the window, and the entire corridor was instantly reflected in snow.

When the lightning passed, Xiao Lan's waiting for the attack did not come. He looked in the direction of the landlord and saw that he did not know why he had cancelled the attack.

Could it be that Lightning has restrained him?

Xiao Lan drew attention and waited for the next lightning while avoiding the attack.

Sure enough, in the next few attacks, as long as there was lightning, the landlord's attack would stop, as if interrupted by unknown forces.

Although the wounds on his body increased again, it seemed a bit embarrassing, but Xiao Lan, who tried out the landlord's weakness, felt very worthy.

Xiao Lan wiped the blood from his new forehead into his eyes, and lifted the corner of his lips to show a broad smile to the landlord's grimace.

Mr. landlord, look for 100,000 volts?

He thought of the [piggy bank of an unknown child] he had obtained before.

Maybe, electromagnetic cannons can also take a look?