I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

"If we really met before, does it mean that I have already entered the world of descent when I was 15 years old?" Xiao Lan said.

The boy in school uniform bowed his head in meditation, the sunlight outside the window coated his outline with a soft halo, like an oil painting that was specially conceived by a painter and outlined with delicate brushstrokes.

He turned to look at Luo again: "But then I was living in the real world. What happened after that? How did I get back, and why were you sealed in the envelope?"

Luo looked at the boy in front of him, his eyes were clean and clear, just like in memory.

The difference from the memory is that there is less ignorance and fear in his eyes, and more firmness and indifference honed by the years, which makes him look so different.

However, this is Luo's most familiar look.

The smile on the corner of Luo's mouth did not change: "I also want to know, maybe I won't know until my memory recovers more."

In the memory belonging to Luo, he just sat there leisurely reading a book most of the time, and the only thing related to Xiao Lan was the short meeting at the end.

Luo had an intuition that this meeting might have been a shock to the original him, changing some crucial things.

He was really curious about what happened next.

Because both of them still have courses scheduled, they didn't chat for long before leaving.

-

There was nothing special happening in the daytime classes, as if this place really was a peaceful and tranquil academy.

It's time for dinner.

On the plate are:

Tomato stew with yesterday's bread (the bread in it looked exactly like yesterday's one that was hard enough to knock).

Chili Biscuit Soup.

Watermelon Bacon Risotto.

It seems that today's theme is red.

When the students saw the meals, they almost sighed in unison, and then ate these weird dishes that were read as murder weapons for writing dinner with despair.

Even the players who are used to seeing strong winds and waves can't help but look bitter. Why is there not much food provided in the dungeon that has come to the world that is normal?

Is it to urge players to clear the level early and not to be nostalgic?

To be reasonable, who would be nostalgic for this kind of place where you don't know when you will burp!

Only Xiao Lan ate to her heart's content without any psychological barriers.

The students around looked at him with more and more admiration.

If he is really a student here, he may become a new generation of legend in the academy within a semester——

The man who didn't change his expression when facing the canteen's big offer.

Xiao Lan just finished dinner.

The principal Mrs. Weld suddenly stood up, and she announced to the students: "Children, a classmate has passed away unfortunately. We will hold a funeral for him tonight. Please follow your respective prefects to the auditorium. Give him my last blessing."

Xiao Lan was a little strange, shouldn't the parents be contacted if something happened to the student?Why did the academy directly hold a funeral for him?

And looking at the reactions of the students around him, no one expressed doubts about this, it seemed that this was a very common thing for them.

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Xiao Lan followed the students to the auditorium.

Before entering the auditorium, everyone was given a candle, which was to be used in the funeral prayer for the deceased classmate.

The auditorium is still in the same Gothic style as the college, with a high dome and painted glass all around. There are candles in the auditorium. The candlelight is not bright, but the warm yellow candlelight brings a little warmth to this cold building. .

Xiao Lan looked at the auditorium.

The auditorium looks a bit like a church, but the statue in the middle is not any one he has seen before. It is a woman with two snake tails. She is looking down at the students below with a pitiful expression, but because of the snake tail Makes her look a little weird.

There was a coffin in the middle of the auditorium, with a figure lying inside, surrounded by flowers, because of the distance, Xiao Lan couldn't see the appearance of the person in the coffin clearly for the time being.

Mrs. Weld, the headmaster, walked up the steps holding a candle. She mourned the dead student in a sad tone. During the speech, her eyes were filled with tears and she choked up several times. There was no trace of fraud.

At this time, Xiao Lan saw the Xili trio in the crowd who had given him gossip about the popular science campus before.

The trio happened to be not far away from him, and Xiao Lan quietly stepped forward to join them.

"Hello." Xiao Lan greeted them softly.

The three also returned their salutes to him quietly.

Seeing that the principal on the stage didn't pay attention, Xiao Lan asked in a low voice, "Why is the school organizing the funeral of my classmate? Where's his family?"

Celie's expression was a bit complicated, and she lowered her voice and said, "I don't know what excuse your family used to send you here. But most of the people who come here, except for a few people with disabilities, are not recognized. The illegitimate child expected by the family, the child left by his ex-wife, the orphan who was rejected by relatives after the death of his parents."

"Once we are thrown in, they basically don't care about us. Even if we die, those people don't care at all. There have been students who died unexpectedly before, but the parents didn't want to claim the body."

"Later, as long as students died, the college would directly hold funerals for them."

So the so-called "special children" here are special in such a place?

They are all a group of children who are not remembered and loved by no one.

Celie's voice was a little low: "If it weren't for the principal, maybe no one in the world really cares about us."

Dave also said: "Fortunately, there is Mrs. Weld..."

Saburo, who had been silent all this time, also nodded.

When Xiao Lan heard this, her mood became more complicated.

For these children, Mrs. Weld is gentle and beautiful, and she is full of patience with the students, just like their savior.

However, the human fat found in the handicraft class showed that things were not as good as they thought.

A group of children who are basically abandoned by their families, even if they die, no one cares about them, and they still have complete trust and longing for the principal. It is really too easy to do something about them.

"Yes, thanks to Mrs. Weld." Xiao Lan echoed, and changed the subject again: "When did the academy start holding funerals?"

Celie recalled: "I heard that the original funeral was held for Mrs. Weld's daughter. Later, she couldn't bear to let the students die without a funeral, so she held it for the students as well."

"But since when did it start, I don't know." Celie turned her head and asked her little friend, "Do you know?"

Both Dave and Saburo shook their heads to express their confusion.

Xiao Lan noticed the word "daughter", and he asked, "Do you know the name of Mrs. Weld's daughter?"

Teenagers don't know either.

Just at this time, the principal's eulogy has been finished, and the next link is that everyone goes up to bid farewell to the dead classmate, and leaves the candle in front of the other's coffin to express his thoughts.

The body will then remain in the auditorium overnight until burial tomorrow.

Xiao Lan also followed the crowd and slowly moved forward, gradually approaching the position of the coffin.

While he was close to praying, he looked into the coffin.

The candlelight was still too dim, and Xiao Lan could barely see the appearance of the person in the coffin. The person was wearing a school uniform, lying quietly with his eyes closed, with his hands on his chest, and nothing seemed wrong.

But in the flickering light and shadow, he seemed to see the reflection of the corpse's skin.

That doesn't seem to be the luster of human skin.

Before he had time to take a closer look, the students behind had already stepped forward, and he needed to make way for others.Xiao Lan took a look at the corpse in the coffin. Anyway, there was still one night, so he decided to find another chance to come and have a look at it at night.

After the funeral, it was completely dark.

A round of reddish moon was hanging in the dark night sky, and the moonlight shed was also faint red, making this night look dangerous.

The students returned to the dormitory under the arrangement of the prefect.

Xiao Lan was also walking towards the bedroom.

Next to him was a boy in school uniform walking towards him. Compared with ordinary students, that boy had a badge on his chest. According to the regulations of the college, this was the symbol of a prefect.

The prefect walked up to Xiao Lan: "Excuse me, are you Xiao Lan's classmate?"

Xiao Lan: "Yes, what's the matter?"

"It's like this. There is a night watch system in Cliff College. Every night, every grade will arrange a student to watch the night." The prefect seemed a little puzzled, "Although you are a new student, according to the arrangement, today It's your turn to be on duty tonight."

"You can go directly to the night watchman later, he will tell you the precautions for night watch."

Sure enough, the game will not let players simply experience the relaxed and happy campus life.

The night of the red moon plus the night watch system is probably the danger arranged for them.

It happened that Xiao Lan also needed to leave the dormitory at night, and now he had a legitimate excuse, so he nodded and agreed.

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Follow the instructions given by the prefect to the night watchman's residence.

The night watchman glanced at Xiao Lan, with no expression on his face. He stuffed a kerosene lamp into Xiao Lan's hand: "You can go to watch the night wherever you want, but I advise you not to go to the forest outside the academy."

He paused, with an expectant smile on his face: "Unless...you don't want to come back."

For adolescent children who are full of curiosity, the more forbidden places are, the more attractive they will be. Judging by his expression, it is obvious that he is expecting Xiao Lan to go to the forest.

Xiao Lan ignored him, no matter if the other party was kind or malicious, if the clue really pointed to the forest, no matter it was dangerous or not, he would still go there to clear the level.

The door of the night watchman's residence closed behind him, Xiao Lan lifted the kerosene lamp and walked into the night under the red moon.

The night of the red moon was exceptionally quiet.

The moonlight was not bright, and there was no electric light in Coriff College, so the light from the kerosene lamp could only illuminate an area around Xiao Lan.

This lamp is not so much for lighting the students as it is for pointing out the direction of something that haunts the night.

To be on the safe side, Xiao Lan temporarily extinguished the kerosene lamp. If he needed lighting, he still had a [nuclear flashlight] in his hand, which was more convenient than this.

Xiao Lan walked in the direction of the auditorium.

Now that the funeral has been over for a short time, the people who packed things should have done the same, so I happened to go over to see what was so weird about the corpse I had seen before.

In the darkness, Xiao Lan tried her best to cover her figure with the help of buildings, and kept moving forward in a quiet state.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped.

Because there was a smell of blood not far from the auditorium ahead.

Along with the smell of blood came the sound of high heels hitting the ground, and the sound of some kind of sharp knife cutting flesh.

Xiao Lan breathed lightly and hid in the corner, while quietly looking for an angle to observe the direction of the sound.

What appeared in the field of vision was a long blood-colored dress. The gorgeous dress outlined the graceful figure of a woman. Her head was covered with a black veil, which covered her hair from the bun to the back, completely covering her body. face.

It is the rumored Madame Hongyue.

There was also a figure in black lying on the ground, surrounded by a pool of deep red blood. That person was motionless, and he looked most likely dead.

Madam Hongyue was facing her back to Xiao Lan at the moment, holding a fan in her hand, which looked like the kind most used by noble ladies, but when the fan was opened, it reflected the cold light under the moonlight, making it extremely sharp .

Accompanied by her waving the fan, the corpse on the ground was cut up, which is where the sound of cutting Xiao Lan heard before came from.

Not long after, Madam Hongyue took off the skin of the corpse, just like the rumors.

In the next moment, Madam Hongyue turned her head, as if she was checking if there was anyone around.

Seeing this, Xiao Lan completely held her breath and remained motionless, as if she was just a part of the shadow.

After checking the surroundings, Mrs. Hongyue looked away. She picked up the skin next to her, and it disappeared almost instantly, leaving only a blood-red afterimage, and the sound of high-heeled shoes echoed crisply in the dark night.

What a great speed.

Xiao Lan couldn't help frowning, this speed is not necessarily faster than the opponent even with his original body, and now he is forced to shrink to 15 years old, both his stamina and explosive power have declined.

Once being chased by Madame Hongyue, it may be difficult to get rid of.

Suddenly a little nostalgic [Sparks and lightning all the way] What's going on?

No, no, it's okay.

Xiao Lan stopped her terrifying thoughts in time. If she used [Sparks and Lightning All the Way], it is uncertain whether she could run past Madam Hongyue, but he would definitely become famous overnight and become a new rumor in the academy——

Red Moon Flash Man.