Only getting rich + episode

"100-point scoring system for player competitions"

Jiang Xiaotian: 111

Sun Wei: 107

Liu Ming: 102

Xia Zi: 108

Axiu: 100

Xiaojin: 95

Tang poetry: 70

On the scoring list, each player's score has changed, but Tang Shi, who has the most ups and downs, has deducted 20 points.Taking Ji Mingran as an example, finding the [Lipstick Clue] and [The Secret of Throwing the Handkerchief] gets 5 points each, and collecting the corpse gets 1 point.So what did Tang Shi do to directly reduce the original 90 points by 20 points?

Ji Mingran and Liu Ming looked at each other.

Suddenly, two hands stretched out from the tomb, and with a whimper, Tang Shi was pulled "in".

This "going in" is very weird.

Because the tomb is a mound of earth, and the top and bottom are tightly connected, it was all solidified by Liu Ming in one fell swoop.Theoretically speaking, it is impossible to suddenly stretch out a pair of noodle-like hands and "suck" Tang poetry into it.But think about it, this is the game world, nothing is impossible, and it becomes clear.

Ji Mingran was stunned for a moment, this world is too real, in which, the concept of materialism is often collapsing.

On the scoring list, the column of Tang poetry suddenly became gray.With a secret known only to himself, he became a dead man.

Could it be that the lower the score, the greater the probability of death?Ji Mingran thought, if they had caught Tang Shi just now, maybe he wouldn't have died immediately?

Ji Mingran didn't know what purpose Tang Shi entered into the copy, challenge?Stimulate?curious?Still want to hug your thighs?In short, at this moment, he was so cold that he didn't understand.Maybe, he knew it in his heart, but for others, his death was worthless.

"Ruan Xingchen died and became a ghost." Ji Mingran turned his neck stiffly, meeting Liu Ming's eyes unexpectedly.He said: "The Tang poetry..."

In an instant, there was an indistinct whimpering sound from behind them, like hugging and crying, or some kind of unknown whisper.The sound of slapping the ground became more and more intense, followed by the grave soil gradually turning red, and the sticky muddy water seemed to have grown legs, winding down and flowing to Ji Mingran's feet.

Liu Ming yelled heart-piercingly, "Run!"

Ji Mingran didn't know how long he ran, but Liu Ming ran faster than her.Fortunately, Xia Zi and Sun Wei were both there when they arrived at the school.They seemed to be arguing about something, and as soon as Ji Mingran entered the door, he heard Sun Wei say: "People like you always want to sit back and enjoy what you get, and you are guaranteed to die earlier than anyone else!"

Xia Zi followed closely, "Who knows who will die next!"

Ji Mingran held the door, panting.

"What's the matter? Did the buried person hit a ghost?"

Sun Wei's words were sarcasm, and he dismissed Xia Zi, who was digging ashes around the stove, when he heard Liu Ming's faint words, his protruding ears immediately stood up.He slammed the back of his hand against the edge of the stove, turned his head in a bluff, and his posture was twisted.

"what?"

Liu Ming said it again.

"Tang poetry is dead."

The moment Xia Zi stood up, she poked her gaze at Ji Mingran: "Why are you dead wherever you are!" She hid behind Sun Wei, her eyes kept turning around Liu Ming, and she pulled Sun Wei for a long time. and muttered in a low voice: "Keep them away from us..."

Ji Mingran ignored Xia Zi, and suddenly looked at Liu Ming when he saw the fire, "It's over, the firewood fell on the mass grave."

Firewood?Sun Wei's eyes lit up, then darkened in an instant, "Have you found the firewood?"

Liu Ming seemed to want to say something, but Ji Mingran looked at him and nodded immediately.

"What are you doing at the mass grave?" Sun Wei asked half a sentence, and suddenly realized that his brain was cramping, and he didn't have to go to the mass grave to bury someone.He asked again, "How did Tang Shi die? You..." Xia Zi continued the second half of the sentence, and asked desperately, "Why are you two okay?"

Everyone's wariness is getting heavier and heavier, and Ji Mingran can hardly tell whether he is a good person or not.

Liu Ming opened the scoring list calmly, not to mention, the gray piece connected to Tang Shi and Ruan Xingchen made one's scalp tingle.

Everyone gathered around the cold stove and told what happened.

Xia Zi immediately complained: "I just said I was meddling in my business, and I didn't listen. Now it's all right, this place is cold and dirty, there is no bathroom, and now two ghosts have been created! It's so fun."

"How good are you?" Sun Wei seemed to have accumulated a lot of resentment, and stared straight at Xia Zi in front of Ji Mingran and Liu Ming, "We agreed to divide the work and cooperate. I'll go to the village chief, and you come to find matches. What about it? After my motherfucker came back, you almost dismantled the stove! You still have the face to blame my dormitory for not having a bathroom!"

Xia Zi felt aggrieved for a moment, then immediately pouted and said with tears in her eyes, "She's a girl!"

Liu Ming followed Xia Zi's gaze, glanced at Ji Mingran, and remembered that she must be cold, so he quickly took off his coat and put it on her.Xia Zi was displeased, rolled his eyes, and started to ask a new question, "There is no firewood, no fire, and no lamp." She glanced at Liu Ming, "If I become a ghost, I will haunt you to death."

Sun Wei glared at Xia Zi again, but he seemed to have a special care for Xia Zi.No matter what she did, it was only superficial disgust.Turning around, he tried to find a way to meet her request first.

The four discussed it, and decided to find Xiaojin and Axiu first, tell them the fact that Tang Shi was dead, and then go to the staff dormitory that the village chief said.