I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

The three of them moved forward in the snowstorm.

Neither Xiao Lan nor Huayan spoke, only Long Shiren kept creating opportunities to chat with Huayan, even if Huayan simply said "um", he could continue talking endlessly.

It fully demonstrated what is called the awkward chat skills of social people.

Nothing happened along the way, not even a crisis.

It seems that this place is really just a barren snow field.

On the way, the wind and snow continued to increase.

Xiao Lan and the two were fine, but Long Shiren couldn't stand it anymore at this time, his whole face was turned purple from the cold, and his mouth, which had been unwilling to stop like a machine gun, had to stop.

After a while, Long Shiren was really dying.

He huddled into a ball and stammered, "Two... two big brothers, should I, should we find a place to hide, hide from the wind?"

Huayan continued to move forward without changing her face, her tone remained lazy: "I'm not interested, I don't mind if you want to."

But it's obvious that he won't accompany him.

Long Shiren was about to cry: "I, I don't want to hide at all. It's super comfortable to blow. I like blowing the most."

It seemed that God had heard Long Shiren's inner call.

Not long after, when the three of them walked through a small snowy slope, Long Shiren cheered: "The house!! The house!! We are saved!!"

Xiao Lan looked forward, and there was a small wooden house in front of her.

The house looked very rough, it didn't even have windows, and there were several gaps in the wall, but compared to this snow field, it was already a very reliable shelter from the wind.

Different from Long Shiren's excitement, Xiao Lan and Hua Yan just looked at the wooden house that suddenly appeared.

They also remembered that they were not surviving in the snow, but in a dangerous playground, and they entered a room with obvious problems.

How to find clues here is the most important question before them.

But... Looking at it so far, this room is considered the most special existence here.

If you want to find clues, you have to go in no matter what.

Putting clues and traps together, even if players know there is danger there, they have to step in to clear the level. This is really the evil taste of Mr. Crow.

The three still entered the house.

Although there is some air leakage, the room is still dry and much warmer than the outside.

The furniture in the room is a bit rough, and there is a rough fireplace made of mud, with some firewood next to it, which looks like it can be directly heated.

When Long Shiren saw the fireplace, he ran over to undertake the task of lighting the fire.

He studied it tremblingly for a while, and finally lit the fire.

"Huh..." He let out a long breath, feeling that he had finally come alive, and began to nest by the fireplace and pretend he was a roast chicken.

Xiao Lan looked around the room, trying to find some clues.

Suddenly, he felt a feeling of being spied on, but he couldn't find the source of the line of sight. This line of sight seemed to come from many places at the same time.

In the next moment, the line of sight disappeared.

He glanced at Huayan next to him.

Huayan's beautiful brows were slightly frowned, and her eyes wandered around the room for a moment.

It seemed that she should have also noticed that line of sight.

The three of them acted independently in the room.

Xiao Lan and Hua Yan each chose a different direction, looking for clues without breaking the bank.

Long Shiren seemed to be integrated with the fireplace, and he leaned against the fireplace tremblingly, even the combination of mountains and sky and earth could not separate them.

Xiao Lan and Hua Yan didn't expect this guy to make any contribution, so they let him go.

No one spoke in the room for a while, only the sound of firewood burning, accompanied by the wind and snow outside.

The wind and snow have become even bigger in this short period of time.

The biting cold wind penetrated from the gaps in the wooden house, with a sharp whistling, not only brought the bone-chilling cold, but the wind also made the flames in the fireplace shake for a while, scaring Long Shiren to quickly add a few more pieces to it. firewood.

It was getting colder and colder around, and even Xiao Lan felt a chill.

How low is this?Even the physique of advanced players can no longer withstand it.

Even a layer of hoarfrost formed in the wooden house.

The drop in temperature continues.

"Hiss...why is it getting colder and colder?" Long Shiren murmured.

He pulled a shabby blanket from the side to wrap himself up, and his whole body was almost stuck to the fireplace, but he was still shivering, obviously still feeling very cold.

Xiao Lan moved her hands and feet, obviously feeling a little stiff in her movements.

Huayan's fingertips also started to turn red, and patches of frozen erythema appeared on her exposed calf.

It's not good to go on like this, maybe the three of them will really die of cold here.

Long Shiren saw their movements, pointed at the colorless blankets piled up next to him and said, "Yes, why don't you build a blanket, blanket..."

Xiao Lan looked at Long Shiren who was shivering wrapped in blankets, and doubted the heat preservation ability of this pile of blankets.

Moreover, this cold method obviously cannot be solved by keeping warm alone. The main thing is to leave here as soon as possible.

Xiao Lan shook her head: "No need."

Long Shiren persuaded: "Brother, don't ask for demeanor and warmth, handsome can't be eaten."

Xiao Lan looked at him, and then in Long Shiren's sight, he changed the [Emperor's New Clothes Version 2.0] into a long winter jacket with a fur collar.

Waterproof, windproof and frost-resistant, the style is simple and handsome, let you bid farewell to long johns, the best choice for men in winter.

... In fact, Luo bought it for him before, and Xiao Lan subconsciously reproduced it.

Not to mention, it's quite warm.

Long Shiren looked at Xiao Lan, and then at his own torn blanket.

It's amazing to grow tall!So handsome!Advanced players are amazing!

That... I call you Dad, do you dare to agree?

He looked at Huayan in the little black dress again: "Sister Huayan, use this on me, I'll warm you up."

At this time, I still don't forget to tease my sister, this guy is really a man.

Hua Yan blinked her eyes and smiled lightly, "No need."

As she spoke, she took out a cigarette with a slender filter tip from the storage space.

Huayan gently swallowed the smoke, as if controlled by her, the smoke began to entwine around her, and finally turned into a thin robe like smoke, with some mysterious patterns on the robe, obviously not only for keeping warm a usage.

Hua Yan, who was in the smoke at this moment, looked even more beautiful, like a queen.

Long Shiren: "..."

There is only a broken blanket, and the novice player who keeps warm by shaking is really humble...

He had to add more wood to the fireplace.

The whistling wind and snow became even stronger, and the simple log cabin was almost blown apart.

Xiao Lan continued to search for clues in this small hut.

There is really nothing here, the furniture is all old and dilapidated, and there are no strange marks to be seen.

Suddenly, Xiao Lan squatted down and looked at her feet.

In the crevices of the floor, he seemed to see something reflective, which was mixing in the dust, making it difficult for him to see clearly.

Xiao Lan didn't dare to use [Dalit's Bone], fearing that it would be damaged if accidentally confiscated.

He took out the long-lost [this is a poisonous dagger], carefully inserted into the gap in the floor, and pulled out the reflective thing.

It was a small shiny shard, reflective on the front and coated in gray on the back, looking like—a mirror.

Why is there a mirror here?

Xiao Lan checked the vicinity again, but found no other fragments.

It's as if this place has been cleaned by someone, and this small fragment fell down by accident.

"Knock Knock Knock-"

At this time, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

who is it?

In such a snowstorm, who can trek all the way to knock on the door?

And they didn't hear any footsteps at all, this knock on the door appeared suddenly.

Long Shiren trembled.

He glanced between the two senior players with his eyes, hoping that one of them would come to a show operation to solve the situation.

Seeing that there was no movement in the house, the knocking on the door became more intense, as if they wanted to smash the door open directly.

Through the gaps around the wooden house, Xiao Lan looked outside.

There was no one outside the door.

But now there are many figures on the snow field. These figures are moving forward in the wind and snow, their movements are stiff, but this level of wind and snow does not seem to hinder them in any way.

Long Shiren panicked: "This, what is this—"

Hua Yan also saw it, and she supported her chin with one hand: "It seems that we have many guests."

As their words fell, the sound of knocking on the door became more violent, and the dust accumulated on the door panel was shaken down.

The door panel creaked unbearably, as if it was about to fail.

Long Shiren trembled again: "I, what should we do?"

Xiao Lan: "Fight or run."

Long Shiren: "..."

He also wanted to persuade the two big brothers to be more serious.

Unexpectedly, Hua Yan took out the mirror and began to straighten her curly hair, as if obsessed with her beauty.

On the other side, Xiao Lan also sat leisurely on a chair in the corner of the room, playing with the dagger in his hand with a relaxed expression.

These two looked like they were ready to welcome guys from outside to have a party together.

Long Shiren was going crazy, he had to get up and look for clues in the house.

Ignoring the coercion of the two bosses, he searched through everything in the house vigorously, throwing aside the unnecessary things, and the room was filled with dust.

It seems that newcomers always have unusual luck.

He lifted the carpet in front of the fireplace, and saw a closed secret door underneath.

Overjoyed, he roughly broke the lock of the secret door, threw the broken lock aside, and opened the door smoothly.

Long Shiren raised his head happily: "Secret way! We can escape now!"

Unexpectedly, he met two pairs of eyes.

One pair is clear and the other pair is charming, but inside they are both indifferent.

Long Shiren: "What's wrong with you...?"

Xiao Lan played with the dagger, deftly moving the blade across her fingertips: "Have you ever heard of being a tiger's minion?"

Long Shiyi froze: "You... What are you talking about? Brother Xiao, Sister Huayan, let's run, we can leave right away."

Huayan stopped her hand in arranging her hair, she turned the mirror around, and said to Long Shiren with a slightly drunken voice, "Don't worry, why don't you appear in the mirror?"

Long Shiren followed her movements and looked past the mirror in her hand.

In that dainty vanity mirror, there's a fireplace, and a rug, and an open door but—

without him.

Xiao Lan put away the dagger, and stopped looking at Long Shiren with the smooth surface of the dagger.

He took out a pale bone stick: "Have you read the books written by crows? In his writings, people who die from ghosts can hardly find peace, and often turn into ghosts, helping ghosts to hunt and kill the living people."

"Is it you who broke the original mirror in the room? There is not even anything that can reflect light here, and you have dealt with it in advance, right?"

Long Shiren was full of anxiety, and he waved his hands hastily: "No, that's not the case. There are only three of us here. This must be a ghost's trick. Don't be fooled."

Hua Yan took out the cigarette again, this time the smoke was obviously different from before.

She lightly exhaled a smoke ring, with a bit of teasing in her tone: "You were the one who discovered the cabin, you were the one who guided us to the cabin, you were the one who lit the fireplace, and you were the one who discovered the secret passage."

"Mr. Long, aren't you a little too powerful?"

Xiao Lan approached him: "What's more, there are no three people here, and it's obviously full of people everywhere."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the seemingly empty roof.

Before that he had checked the entire cabin by the glint of the dagger.

The ceiling is full of dense figures hanging upside down. Their appearances are different, but there are pale eyeballs in their eyes.

There were piercing smiles on the corners of their mouths, and they just stared down blankly.

It seemed that some kind of truth had been revealed, and the knocking on the door stopped.

The violent snowstorm also calmed down.

The room fell into a brief tranquility.

Long Shiren's face was pale, and he lowered his head: "They forced me...I don't want this..."

He looked at Huayan with a painful expression on his face: "Sister Huayan, I don't want to hurt you... You believe me, this road is real, you guys go, you won't be able to leave when those guys outside come."

Xiao Lan glanced outside the house.

At this time, those stiff people were already very close to the hut, and as far as the line of sight was concerned, there were crowds of people.

It seemed that Long Ren was enraged by the behavior of this traitor.

The speed of the figures outside suddenly accelerated, and even the ceiling of the wooden house made continuous "rustling" sounds.

Seeing this, Long Shiren's eyes were filled with despair: "It's too late, it's too late..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the wooden house was kicked open vigorously.

A group of haggard, sunken-eyed, ragged men stared into their gray eyes, staring with hunger.

This is obviously not a living person anymore.

They rushed towards the people in the room.

Even Long, who was the second-five boy at the time, didn't let go.

The attack begins in an instant.

A cold hand grabbed Xiao Lan's head, with a sharp cold light flashing at the fingertips, as if it wanted to directly lift off his celestial spirit cover.

If you can't take off the Tianling Gai, it's okay to give him a Mediterranean hairstyle.

How can a real man be Mediterranean!

Xiao Lan turned sideways and swung the stick with his backhand.

The deep purple Dalit flame instantly reduced this hand to ashes.

It seems that these guys' defense is not very good, which is really gratifying.

On the other side, Huayan exhaled smoke lightly from her mouth.

The smoke turned pink after entering the air, and spread instantly, filling the entire hut.

The hunger and thirst in the eyes of those who were exposed to the smoke instantly increased several times, and their eyes became more fierce.

But strangely, their fierce eyes turned to each other, and they bit each other, as if each other was a piece of tender and juicy steak.

This smoke seems to be indiscriminately attacking.

After Long Shiren touched it, his eyes became blurred, he looked at Huayan affectionately, and tried to overtake her.

Even if he is surrounded by ghosts.

Xiao Lan glanced at it unintentionally, and was almost disgusted by that look.

However, Xiao Lan also came into contact with this smoke, but she didn't feel any changes in herself.

After discovering Xiao Lan's state, Huayan's tone was a little surprised: "Oh, she didn't respond to my mist of desire. In my mist, lust, appetite, desire for money, desire for love, desire for hatred...every Each has a different smell. The stronger the desire, the crazier it will be."

"And you... are interesting, don't you have anything to desire?"

Xiao Lan thought about it in between actions.

What I long for is probably—poverty.

Why, isn't poverty worthy of taste?

What is it like to be poor enough to be excluded from the realm of desire?