Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

In the end, Jiang Que installed a lightning rod despite the risk of being struck by lightning.

After the update, the supply box grew on the tree. Jiang Que opened a bunch of useless things, so he had to sit on the branch with a big leaf on his head, and by the way, take a look at other players' plans for dealing with swamps and lightning within his sight.

Some players grab vines and swing back and forth between trees like monkeys. As long as they are fast enough, they can avoid being hit.

Of course, it is not recommended for players who do not have the physical strength to use it, otherwise...

Jiang Que glanced at the other player who had blasted a hole in the swamp. The overly wet mud buried him immediately, and there was no trace of his struggle.

Jiang Que clicked his tongue twice.

It was not until someone under his tree hit the trunk with a small stone to attract his attention that Jiang Que withdrew his gaze and moved under the tree.

The player under the tree had one foot half stuck in the swamp. He was surprised to find that the tree had no electricity, and when he saw someone on the tree, he wanted to climb up to save his life.

Jiang Que disagreed.

I've been struck by so many lightning rods, and you want to just pick one up?

Totally impossible! !

The player, half of his body stuck in the swamp, was anxious and shook his watch at Jiang Que: "Points, I'll trade points with you!!"

You can earn points even if you lose them, but you only have one life.

Although we will all die sooner or later, every day we can live is a day better.

Jiang Que: “???”

Can points still be transferred?

No one told me!!

Game designers are such quiet people.

Jiang Que fished out the player whose half body was buried in the ground. He wanted to see what was going on.

The points cannot be transferred and he is kicked down.

For the next few minutes, Jiang Que stared at the extra 200 points in his account in silence.

He has a bold idea.

Players can give points to each other, but it must be voluntary. If the watch detects that the player is unwilling to transfer points, the transfer will fail.

But the system mall basically has everything players need. Points are hard to earn, and it is difficult for players to snatch points from other players. Those with more points would rather buy a few more resurrection tickets to save their lives.

Other players who cannot afford expensive resurrection tickets will spend points to seek help.

The helpful Jiang Que thought of a good way to earn points, oh no, to help others.

I passed a few more levels of the game using this method.

The points gradually accumulated from negative numbers at the beginning to positive numbers. Jiang Que, who wrote a lot of appeal materials but had them all rejected one by one, gradually became cheerful.

It’s just living in a small dark room. It’s not like I haven’t lived there before!!

With so many players charging 200 yuan each, there is a risk of being put in a black room and the price can be raised, it's worth it.

The game producer who was used by someone to make money: "..."

You are such a talent!!

...

The new level of the game is set in a manor, with about forty players.

The player is a distinguished guest invited by the manor owner and needs to stay in the manor for a week.

At the end of one week, the surviving players will be considered to have completed the game.

Jiang Que, one of the players, just entered the game. At the iron gate of the manor, there was a servant waiting for him. She was wearing a maid outfit, with her hands folded in front of her and her mouth sewn up so she couldn't speak.

The maid didn't say anything, but she bent slightly and gestured to remind Jiang Que to go inside.

The manor behind him was shrouded in dark clouds, and the cold wind that came from nowhere was chilling to the bone.

Jiang Que followed the maid as his guide, and after many twists and turns, he arrived at the room assigned to him.

Later, more and more players moved in.

Jiang Que also saw an acquaintance among this group of players. The person lived in the room opposite him and could be seen from the corridor.

Feeling Jiang Que's gaze, the man looked back slightly.

Maybe it was because the light in the small dark room was too dim last time and he didn’t recognize the person, or maybe it was because the time was too long and the other party had forgotten him, the man didn’t remember this person.

Seeing Jiang Que staring at him, the man just smiled slightly, took out his hand and made a gesture of wiping his neck in a vicious manner, then put his hands in his pockets, went into the room and never came out again.

Jiang Que looked at the closed door, his dark eyes relaxed, and his fingers tapped lightly on the handrail in the corridor.

I don’t know what he was thinking, but he finally lifted his lower lip, opened a candy, put it in his mouth, and went back to his room without saying anything.

But from his back and his casual footsteps as he left, it could be seen that he was in a good mood.