I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

"Hee hee... hee hee... hee hee..."

The childlike laughter continued, the players were silent, and no one spoke in the entire studio for a while, making the laughter especially harsh.

"Hee hee...you...you...all..."

The voice on the phone became colder and colder, and the innocence of the child in it became less and less, replaced by malice that seemed to grow out of the dark crevices.

Xiao Lan's eyes fell on the phone, what was it on the phone, and she kept smiling and creating pressure on the players.

Should we teach children what is polite?

Before Xiao Lan moved, Luo took a step ahead of time.

He walked unhurriedly to the front desk, looked at the phone with constant laughter, and then reached out to take down the withered flowers in the decorative vase next to him and throw them away.

Luo shook the vase in his hand, and there was a "squeak" sound from the vase, apparently there was still some water left in it.

The next moment, he poured all the remaining water in the bottle on the phone.

That crisp and neat operation style made Xiao Lan feel very familiar. Who is it?

And Mu Yang and Hu Zhai, who had once watched Xiao Lan dismantle the printer with his bare hands, glanced at Xiao Lan's direction quietly, and indeed, birds of a feather flock together. These two people are so rough and cruel, but... so enviable.

"Hahahaha……"

"Hee... zi zi... hee... zi..."

"Zi...Zi..."

The laughter on the phone was still going on, but there was more and more noise inside, and the laughter gradually disappeared, and finally the whole phone fell silent.

After a while, there was no sign of the phone ringing again, so it should be a complete stop.

Hu Zhai touched his chubby face: "It seems that ghost calls also need to keep the phone intact. Fei Luo's move is called dredging from the bottom of the pot, right?"

Luo's tone was light: "It's too noisy."

With good hopes in mind, Hu Zhai asked tentatively, "We... have we passed this test?"

Mu Yang said coldly: "Be sober."

Thinking about the urine that came to the world, how could it be so easy to let the players go.

Hu Zhai sighed: "It's also..."

As if to confirm Mu Yang's words, there were unusual movements in the opened offices.

At this moment, the players are all gathered in the lobby area. The office was originally empty, but it can be clearly seen from the opened doors that just now, all the computers turned on at the same time.

On the lit screen, there was a mess of color blocks at first, and it looked as if the screen was broken.

Slowly, the color blocks on the screen began to move, slowly combining into human silhouettes, as if a group of people were standing there in the same posture.And with the transformation of the color blocks, the individual figures are gradually becoming clearer.

The figures became clearer and clearer, and the outlines of their pale skin and facial features could be vaguely seen. The most striking thing was that their eyes were round and open without blinking once. All eyes were like this Straight in the direction of the player.

This is obviously not a posture for friendly exchanges.

At this time, Cheng Wenyi's voice sounded, with his usual arrogance: "Xiao Yang, stop them."

The players who heard this were stunned. Mu Yang is just a teenager. Is it too difficult for him to stop so many ghosts alone? Even if he goes up to pull out the monitors, it is not easy live?

Is your reincarnation a little bit too ruthless in exploiting child labor?

Before they could ask any questions, Mu Yang raised his hand.

A burst of shining lines emanated from his fingertips, intertwined in the void in front of him, forming a virtual keyboard, and Mu Yang's hands were typing on this virtual keyboard extremely fast.

Rows of translucent codes formed in mid-air along with his movements, and then flew towards the weirdly lit screens in various offices, and quickly blended into them and disappeared without a trace.

Then, these computers invaded by unknown codes began to falter, and the combination of color blocks became disordered and chaotic. Changing in an irregular manner.

Xiao Lan couldn't help admiring: "Amazing."

Cheng Wen looked calm: "This is Xiao Yang's ability. His code can control the electronic products in the game, and even create things that don't exist. It is a very potential skill."

"Indeed, it's very powerful in the copy with the modern background." Xiao Lan thought of different aspects again, "But throwing him in places like deserts, swamps, and rainforests will be half useless?"

Cheng Wenyi patted Xue Li's head: "Well... As expected, he still has too little experience, and arrange for him to play a few more games in the future."

Shirley echoed its owner: "Miwu~"

Mu Yang: "..."

He is just a keyboard king, don't set up such a wilderness survival plot for him!

At this moment, the young Mu Yang suddenly feels sorry for himself.

The figures on the computer screen gradually disappeared, and the screen returned to the state when the players left the office. Seeing this, the players breathed a sigh of relief.

The accident happened in an instant.

Cheng Wen, who had been casually chatting with Xiao Lan, turned serious for a moment, and his lazy eyes suddenly became sharp, like a sharp sword drawn from its sheath.

His figure suddenly disappeared in place.

After a burst of blue light, Cheng Wenyi appeared not far away, leaping in mid-air and not landing yet.

The sudden movement caused the hem of his clothes to flutter, and was blown by the surrounding wind, drawing a ostentatious arc in the wind.After a while, he landed in a chic posture, still holding Shirley in one hand, appearing to be quite at ease.

Cheng Wen looked around him with knife-sharp eyes, and after confirming that there was no threat, he chose a handsome posture to stand there, and his expression returned to a lazy and proud state.

Life and death is a matter of a moment, but being handsome is a matter of a lifetime.

Keeping himself handsome forever is a career that Cheng Wenyi has dedicated his life to.

Seeing this situation, everyone understood: Yin's attack had begun.

Seeing Cheng Wenyi's performance, Xiao Lan's guess that the opponent is an advanced player was finally confirmed.

Xiao Lan remembered the feeling of bristling hairs when facing Yin's attack, and finally relied on props to resolve it, never as easy as Cheng Wenyi.He's even still holding the cat, apparently such a dodge isn't too difficult for him.

This keen perception of danger, and the other party's actions to resolve the crisis lightly, directly reflect how strong this person is - a senior player, and may even be an elite among them.

After realizing that Yin's attack had started, the players turned their attention to the other two players with seat number "2" - Hu Zhai and Huabei.

But at almost the same moment, the bodies of the two people fell down.

Their faces were pale, and their chests no longer heaved, just like two dead people.

Mo Dan couldn't help taking a deep breath: "This is--dead?"

Xiao Lan felt that something was wrong. According to the previous situation, the person killed by Yin should have completely disappeared, and his existence should have been forgotten by the players, but now he clearly remembered that the two people were Hua Bei and Hu Zhai. .

Their existence has not disappeared, and Xiao Lan's memory has not been tampered with.

The surrounding wind subsided unknowingly, as if announcing the end of this round of attack.

A moment later, in the eyes of the players, Huabei, which looked like a corpse, suddenly opened its eyes.

At first, his movements were still a little stiff, his skin color was gray and white which was very different from normal people, and his eyes were still a little dazed.Slowly, his complexion visibly returned to ruddy, and then Huabei's chest heaving began to return to normal, and his movements gradually became smoother.

Huabei sat up on the spot: "Huh... almost, almost..."

Accompanied by his movements, a small straw figure that was originally hanging around his neck fell down, as if it had experienced an invisible attack, and the little straw figure fell to the ground and turned into a puddle of powder.

Huabei looked at the little grass figurine's powder, with a pity in her eyes: "This, this is so difficult to make."

But he also understands that although the props are rare, it is worthwhile to exchange for his life.

On the other side, the fallen Hu's house has also changed, and this change is much more terrifying than Huabei's.

I saw Hu Zhai's round and chubby belly began to squirm, and it was getting bigger and bigger, as if it was actually a balloon, and sometimes the outline of hands pressing on it could be seen through the clothes.

Then Hu Zhai's limbs and head began to wither, slowly shrinking like a punctured balloon.

Finally, all he had left was an abnormally large belly.

In the next second, this weird big belly was torn from the inside like a piece of paper.

Hu Zhai, who had changed into a beautiful girl's T-shirt, got out of it. He didn't look much different from before, but he seemed more white and tender.

But not skinny at all.

Hu Zhai put his skin away, and sighed: "This secret is so real, it forced out all my ability to suppress the bottom of the box."

He met Huabei's slightly painful eyes, and both of them understood how difficult it was to escape from death this time.

They had an ominous premonition when they heard Xiao Lan talk about what happened to them before, because neither of them was the type with a keen fighting intuition. It might be difficult to predict Yin's attack in advance. life-saving means.

Hu Zhai and Huabei looked at Cheng Wenyi, who was still handsome and flamboyant not far away, suddenly felt so glaring.

The gap between people is really big, and they also want to get away with style and have time to sculpt.

-

Jianyin's attack time has passed, and the players gathered again to discuss the clues they got from each other.

Xiao Lan told them about how she went upstairs to find the boss and got the god statue. Although she didn't describe the specific scene, she still got a lot of looks of "what's the matter with suddenly sympathizing with the boss".

Mu Yang and Hua Bei, who split up to find clues to Fushan Lingquan before, failed.

"We haven't even seen words similar to Fushan Lingquan," Mu Yang said.

Huabei scratched her head: "Yes, yes, what exactly do Fushan Ling and Lingquan refer to?"

Xiao Lan guessed: "It can't be the faucet in the toilet, can it?"

Mu Yang: "..."

Huabei: "..."

But...according to the planning style of that brain circuit, it is really not impossible.This person's thinking is so weird that it is really difficult to guess with normal logic.

The ominous 4:44 is getting closer and closer, and the key to sealing Yin: Yuehua, spells, the statue of Yinyue, and Fushan Lingquan, the spell and the statue of Yinyue have been done.It happened to be night now, the moonlight outside the window was very bright, and the moonlight was not a problem.

But there is still a lack of Fushan Lingquan, and even no clues can be found.

This time the players split up again and went to every previously searched room to recheck, looking for key points that had been overlooked.

-

Xiao Lan and Luo walked towards the office area.

Xiao Lan thought about it: "Since Yin was born because of the planned design, what should it be like if you think about it from his point of view?"

Luo: "According to his personality, maybe we should consider what he often pays attention to or shows off."

"I always pay attention to..." Xiao Lan's mind was instantly swamped by the fantasy-filled speeches of "Merry Scholar-Zhao".To say that this person often pays attention to, besides showing off that he is reused by the boss, it is probably Miss Art.

"Let's go to the art office again." Xiao Lan said and turned to the most normal-looking office.

At this time, the ghosts of art and planning have disappeared.

The two searched again among the things left by art.

An artist should have been a well-organized person during his lifetime, and different things were placed according to categories.

They rummaged through the clues related to the project, and only found the planning files used by the art when making game props.The Fushan Lingquan described above has become very magical. It can not only purify everything, heal wounds, relieve pain, and even rejuvenate the old, but it does not mention the source of inspiration for this thing.

The setting draft in the art computer is also based on this description. It is a silver bottle with a classical shape and complex structure. It looks very high-end, but it is estimated that it cannot be produced in reality.

The two who did not give up began to search for other things again.

Among the piles of things classified as garbage, Xiao Lan's eyes were attracted by a pink envelope.

The envelope looks a bit too ugly. The bright pink background is matched with red roses and hearts with golden light special effects. It reveals an aesthetic style that straight men think girls will like. An office that exudes a sense of refinement and freshness is out of place.

This self-righteous packaging style reminded him of the planner.

Xiao Lan reached out and picked up the envelope, which seemed to be a love letter.

As soon as he opened it, he was directly confronted with the ugly and unique handwriting of the planner. This guy thought he was using a brush elegantly, but the brush made his handwriting even more challenging to human understanding.

[I like the dress you wore today, I hope you can continue tomorrow. 】

[It's a pity that your high heels are too high, I don't like them, so let's change them. 】

[Women, you have to be petite to be attractive, so what's the use of being tall. 】

There are traces of being severely gripped on the letter paper. One can imagine how angry the artist will be after seeing this self-righteous love letter.A guy who imagines that you are interested in him all day long and thinks that everything you do is for him is really annoying.

Xiao Lan guessed that the mood of the artist was probably——what the old lady wears is none of your business!

After sympathizing with the art, he continued to look down:

[I am very satisfied with your perfume today, it stimulates my inspiration, I hope to continue [Love] next time]

【The fragrance seems to be able to purify all the sorrow and pain in the world】

There is a line of beautiful handwriting below:

[That bottle of perfume was given by my boyfriend, thank him and go! ! ! 】

Obviously the art lady at that time was very angry.

Seeing this, Xiao Lan's spirit lifted.

Although there is no mention of Fushan Lingquan, the description of "the fragrance seems to purify all the sorrow and pain in the world" is very similar to the description of Fushan Lingquan in the previous planning document, plus the idea of ​​stimulating inspiration It is almost certain that this is the source of inspiration for Fushan Lingquan.

Xiao Lan looked towards the window: "The perfume given by the artist boyfriend..."

Isn't it the bottle they've seen before, custom-made, engraved with a perfume that might be a birthday or an anniversary? !

His gaze scanned the entire window area, but he was surprised to find that the perfume that was originally placed in the small cabinet by the window had disappeared.

Xiao Lan looked at Luo, Luo shook his head, indicating that it was not him.

Could it be that someone took it as a clue?

"Hehe... finally found it." A lazy and arrogant voice sounded, Cheng Wenyi leaned against the door, looking at Xiao Lan with full interest in his eyes.

Xue Li squatted obediently at his feet, looking at Xiao Lan with bright blue eyes.

Chengwen raised his hand and gestured for the perfume in his hand: "Fight with me, this will be yours, how about it?"

Xiao Lan stared at him: "What is your purpose?"

This guy is from reincarnation, and is a high-level player, and his status in reincarnation is probably not low.

What is the purpose of such a person frequently coming to test himself?For Xiao Chengyan?But if he did a little research, it would be easy to know that Xiao Lan only knew a little about his father.

Cheng Wenyi tossed and caught the perfume in his hand casually, as if he didn't care about the damage of key props at all: "My purpose, you have the right to know after you pass my test."

"Now, you win, and the perfume is yours. If you lose or refuse, I will destroy it directly." Cheng Wenyi's smile did not change at all: "You may have items that leave the game field, but...others Are there people too?"

Xiao Lan's expression froze.

Seeing this, Cheng Wenyi added a new bargaining chip: "How about adding another piece of news? ——I am the only person in this world who knows Xiao Chengyan's whereabouts."

"As long as you can win, I will tell you."

"If you lose, I will kill you."

The author has something to say:

Chengwen [-]: Today I finally have Pai Nian!

Mu Yang: Maybe it's only temporary.

Essay [-]: ...and one more essay.