I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

This handprint also seems to have been written in the crow's book.

It seems that the entire row of horror novels on the bookcase is like a big gift bag prepared by crows for readers. You never know what kind of ghosts you will draw.

However, there is no way to crack or escape these ghosts in the crow's book.

His book mainly describes how the characters, under the teasing of ghosts, exposed the weaknesses and ugliness of human nature, and died tragically in the futile struggle and mutual calculation.

It's like the teacher allowed you to take an open-book exam, but he loses if he can find the answer.

Mr. Crow treats his enthusiastic readers really as cruelly as winter.

Before Xiao Lan could consider whether to remind Long Shiren, the figure of this person disappeared abruptly in place.

There was no sign of attack, no sound, it was as if the man had been erased from the picture by an invisible rubber.

As if he never existed at all.

Xiao Lan glanced at the book in her hand, but there were no more grids on the cover.

I don't know if this person didn't die, he was just switched to another space again.

Or is it that Xiao Lan's previous guess was wrong, and the way to increase the grid is not actually the player's death?

Unable to think of a result for the time being, Xiao Lan put away the book and continued to search for clues in the Mingyue Hall.

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Mingyue hall is still as quiet as a silent and introverted gentleman from the Republic of China. Except that everyone has disappeared, it is no different from before.

As usual, Xiao Lan went to check the gate.

As expected, this time the gate can no longer be opened, and it has become a closed place like any previous building used as a game scene.

Xiao Lan walked along the corridor, occasionally opening some doors to have a look.

But nothing special happened.

Suddenly, Xiao Lan's footsteps stopped.

His eyes looked slightly behind in a slightly imperceptible direction.

A footprint unknowingly appeared on the ground not far away, without a trace of sound.

Then, another one.

The two footprints are not far apart, and they both look small, about the size of a child.

It was as if an invisible child was standing there barefoot, staring at him silently.

Seeing that Xiao Lan didn't move, the two footprints paused for a moment, and then moved slowly as if walking.

They approached Xiao Lan little by little, as if a predator was staring at their target.

Different from the black handprint that appeared on Long Shiren's back, this pair of footprints were blood red and seemed more aggressive.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Xiao Lan ran away directly.

He didn't want to deal with this kind of guy who didn't know his identity at all. He couldn't figure out where to attack, and it was extremely troublesome.

Not even with children.

Children without shoes are not cute at all.

However, as he moved, the speed of the blood-red footprints became faster and faster.

Those two footprints followed closely behind him, as if they were determined not to give up.

But Xiao Lan's half-year training was not for nothing.

Whenever the footprints approached him, he could always dodge in an instant, so that the bloody footprints could not catch up.

His figure was erratic, and he quickly changed his position in the corridor like a ghost, and he had already reached the other end of the corridor within a few breaths.

Just when he was about to leave this corridor.

Suddenly, many bloody footprints appeared out of thin air from directly in front of Xiao Lan.

These footprints rushed straight at him, in a surrounding posture.

Xiao Lan turned to look behind her.

I don't know when there were many more footprints there.

The densely packed footprints almost covered the ground in red, making one's scalp tingle.

There is more than one of these ghost things!

Now the front and back roads have been blocked, and Xiao Lan seems to be swallowed up in a sea of ​​red.

Seeing this, Xiao Lan jumped up, jumped onto the wall and kicked hard, directly borrowing this force to adjust her body movements.

Then, [Bone of Dalit] switched to whip form.

Xiao Lan threw out his whip and entangled the chandelier on the top of the corridor. The quality of the chandelier was very good, and it did not strike under such rough treatment. With the momentum of moving forward, Xiao Lan successfully escaped from the encirclement of the footprints.

Thank you Mingyue Pavilion for its architectural quality.

Thank you Mr. Crow.

Xiao Lan landed steadily and stood outside this corridor.

He glanced back, and the red footprints quickly chased after them, but stopped at the exit of the corridor. They kept piling up one after another, seeming very anxious.

However, no single footprint can step out of this corridor.

This is the restriction given to them by the crow. In his writing, no matter what you are, you must act according to the logic he set.

Seeing this, Xiao Lan stopped in her tracks, smiled and waved to the footprints: "No need to send them off, go back and do your homework, kids."

Footprints: "..."

Come in if you have the ability!Let you experience the anger of elementary school students!

-

After leaving the corridor, Xiao Lan continued to move forward.

Once again, he felt that "Mingyue Pavilion" was heating up.

He took out the book from his pocket, and sure enough, it was the same as last time, with the pattern on the cover flickering slightly.

This time there is also new content in the book:

[The sad and helpless struggler fell asleep]

【In the gentle waves of the years】

【He is with time】

Although the poem looks very literary and artistic, but from the content, it seems that someone died again.

However, unlike before, after the content appeared this time, the grid on the cover did not light up immediately.

As if struggling, it flickered for a while before gradually stopping.

In the end, the pattern on the cover lit up again.

Now two of the 13 grids are lit up.

"Will the player die?" Xiao Lan looked at the book and said softly.

At this time, as if they had a tacit understanding with him, Luo's contact came.

[Sir, have you seen the new content in the book? 】

【Well, what did you find? 】

Xiao Lan understood that if Luo Hui came to contact him at this time, he must have a new clue.

Sure enough, Luo's reply came quickly:

[I happened to be not far from the living room. After the contents of the book appeared, a dead body appeared on the clock in the living room]

[Judging from the clothes, there is a high probability that this is a player who was impaled on the pendulum while hanging upside down]

"In the gentle waves of the years, he was with the time" sounds beautiful, but the end result is very bloody.

This is in line with Crow's usual style. He is keen on the beauty of blood and blood, and expresses this point vividly in the novel.

[I suspect that the spaces here will overlap, please be careful of people who appear suddenly] Luo added.

Xiao Lan thought of Long Shiren who suddenly disappeared, and he and Luo briefly described it.

Then summarize:

【In this way, it is possible that he really entered another dimension instead of dying】

Well, the key element that makes the cover art light up, at least one of them, is the death of the player.

This is really not good news.

The two briefly exchanged each other's recent situation.

This mode of communicating in words reminded Xiao Lan of the time when they just met.

At that time, he was just a bewildered rookie, and Luo was just a shadow hiding in the envelope.

One dish is weak, but it makes people feel very nostalgic.

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Suddenly, a room that was obviously different from the surroundings appeared in front of him.

Xiao Lan can be sure that he and Luo had never seen this door when they were wandering in Mingyue Hall yesterday.

It was a door that appeared out of thin air.

Among the rows of almost identical doors, only this door was red, and the red was so bright that it was a bit glaring.

But the most special thing is that the door is engraved with the same pattern as the cover of "Mingyue Pavilion".

The meaning of attracting players to enter is self-evident.

This is like declaring to Xiao Lan——

"Guest officer, come in and play~"

It's similar to a trap with food appearing in the middle of the main road.

However, players can't let go of such clues. If they want to pass the level, they will go in and investigate such obviously abnormal places.

You really have to go in and play.

Xiao Lan took a deep breath, then reached out and pushed the door open.

Almost at the same moment when the door closed, Xiao Lan received a system prompt:

"You got the crow's attention"

The notice did not say what caused the attention.

But Xiao Lan guessed that it must be related to this room, maybe——

At this moment, the crow is holding a pen and staring at it from somewhere.

Xiao Lan who pushed the door and entered just caught his attention.

Do you want to quit?

No, I'm afraid not, the crow has noticed him, and running away may backfire.

In addition to this obviously problematic room, no matter what, you have to come in and check it out. This is an unavoidable thing.

Xiao Lan's original vigilance was raised to a higher level.

He began to look at the room carefully:

Behind the door is a blinding red.

From the ceiling, to the wall, to the ground, everything is occupied by bright red. Such a large amount of red looks extremely noisy, and people can't help but feel agitated.

As if to confirm his feelings, the book became hot again.

As the patterns lit up, the surroundings looked calm, but something seemed to have quietly changed.

Xiao Lan felt that there was always a sense of danger lingering in her heart.

It seemed that the scythe of death had been resting on his neck, just thinking about when to reap his life.

He looked at what appeared:

【The white bird flying in my heart has fallen】

【The thorns weaved his dream】

【Crimson heaven is opening the door】

Seeing the words "thorns" and "the scarlet heaven", Xiao Lan's eyes changed, and the bad premonition in his heart became stronger.

I'm afraid this time the person in the book is him.

The graphic on the book cover flickered, as if waiting for his reaction.

Xiao Lan even had the urge to quit directly for a moment.

But he forced himself to calm down, and now he was in a death crisis, any impulse would be fatal, the dangers that befell the world could never be solved by running away.

Xiao Lan walked cautiously in the room, taking every step very carefully. He was wary of the risk of death, and he wanted to see if he could find any clues.

The room is heavily decorated with thorns.

A crown ornament made of thorns, a person entangled in thorns, a bird struggling to exhaustion in the thorns...

Each piece is exquisitely crafted, but with a hint of ominous meaning.

Most of these ornaments are black, which contrasts sharply with the bright red background. The two colors confront each other, as if there is no room for other colors in this space.

Obviously no danger can be seen with the naked eye, but the sense of danger that thorns on the back is getting stronger and stronger.

Even every step seems to be hovering on the edge of the abyss of death.

Xiao Lan glanced around, but his eyes told him that this place is safe.

It's as if these eyes are covered by unknown things, unable to see the real threat.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes directly.

After closing his eyes, the dazzling red color disappeared.

The sense of crisis that had been confused by the din of vision became clear.

Xiao Lan keenly sensed that there was a sense of crisis around her.

But their distribution is not uniform, some more intense, others more faint.

And the strongest sense of crisis is behind him, leading to the door.

If he had chosen to go directly to the door, he would undoubtedly have crashed into the death trap.

Xiao Lan adjusted the rhythm of her breathing, completely let go of her messy thoughts, and followed her premonition of crisis.

It was the first time he had done this, and moving forward felt like a gamble, but now his most powerful weapon was his crisis warning.

Following the feeling, Xiao Lan moved forward step by step.

The road ahead is tortuous, surrounded by a cold sense of crisis.

He seemed to be walking through a maze.

After a few minutes, or a century, Xiao Lan felt that cold sense of crisis finally faded away.

Exhaling lightly, Xiao Lan opened his eyes.

What appeared in his field of vision was still the previous room, but the difference was the ground.

The once tidy ground now appears to be mostly empty.

Except for the winding path that Xiao Lan walked over, the other places were dark pits, the depth of which had obviously exceeded the height of the room.

He looked in, and could vaguely see sharp black thorns of unknown material in the deep pit.

Those black thorns glowed with a strange red light, and they didn't look like ordinary items.

If you fall from such a height, and then fall hard on these spikes.Even high-level players have difficulty surviving. Perhaps Xiao Lan will last a little longer than players with average physique, but that is nothing more than painful suffering.

Xiao Lan gently wiped the fine sweat from her forehead: "The thorns weaved his dream... This dream is really scary."

Jumping sideways repeatedly on the verge of death, Xiao Lan had a deep understanding of the power of the high-level field.

The crow didn't even make a move himself, and it had already plunged him into death crisis.

This feeling of being a character in someone else's writing, life and death being completely manipulated, is really too bad.

At this time, the flickering of the book cover pattern stopped, and the pattern did not light up the third grid.

Xiao Lan opened the book and found that the original content related to herself had been crossed out and changed into:

[The white bird spreads its wings again]

【Back to the embrace of freedom】

It seems that this death crisis is really over.

Only then did Xiao Lan turn her attention to herself.

In front of him was an exquisite retro table, on which was a seal in a velvet box.

The seal is very delicate, engraved with complicated European patterns, and placed obliquely in the box.

Xiao Lan observed the seal, and his eyes came to the side with the pattern.

Then I found the same pattern as the cover of "Mingyue Pavilion" on it.

Feeling no danger, he tried to pick up the seal.

The moment he touched the seal, the cover of the book lit up again, this time it didn't flicker, but directly lit up two spaces.

Now the entire cover has a total of four grids lit up.

Xiao Lan's eyes lit up, this should be another way to clear the level.

But... the degree of danger is also very high.

Perhaps for some players, it would be easier to kill the target of the same player.

The author has something to say:

"This feeling of being someone else's character, life and death being completely manipulated, is really terrible."

When I write this, I always feel that I will be beaten up by the characters I wrote...

Maybe only Uncle Zhang and Tie Hanhan wouldn't beat me up.

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