I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

Now that Mrs. A is dead, Miss B directly abstained.

According to the previous agreement of the three, the bet [Aphrodite's Blessing] and [Pandora's Box] already belonged to Xiao Lan.

Although Miss B was a bit reluctant, but out of the pride of the nobility, she would not do such a thing as repentance.

Xiao Lan reached out and picked up [Pandora's Box].

After careful inspection, I found that the patterns on the box are very complicated, not the common plant and flower patterns, but a pattern that is completely composed of lines, so mysterious that it is difficult to understand.

The feeling of being so cold as if it could freeze blood when the tentacles were touched was still the same as in memory.

Although there was no difference, Xiao Lan only saw it once that year, and he couldn't remember all the details of the box he saw at his father's place, so he couldn't be sure if this was the one he had seen before.

Because it is still in the game field, this prop shows everything as unknown.

In order to avoid accidental death from affecting the customs clearance, Xiao Lan decided that it would be better not to open it for the time being.

If you really want to study, just wait until you return to the player station.

He pointed to [Pandora's Box] and asked Miss B: "Do you know anything related to it?"

Miss B raised her jaw: "I won't tell you, this is not included in our bet."

She intentionally left a loophole in the bet, probably because she was prepared to cheat Mrs. A even if she lost, but she didn't expect to be cut off by Xiao Lan.

Seeing Miss B's appearance, Xiao Lan thought for a moment.

Then, he pointed to [Aphrodite's Blessing]: "How about using this as an exchange? You tell me something related to [Pandora's Box], this belongs to you."

Miss B's eyes could not help but drift to the side, obviously she was fascinated by this gorgeous necklace.

Xiao Lan added: "Look, I don't have much interest in jewelry, and I probably just sell it to other people when I get it. I don't have to worry about buyers for necklaces of this quality, but it's quite troublesome to find a buyer. And About [Pandora's Box], no one is interested except me."

"How about, let's reciprocate and benefit now? In this way, no one will suffer."

Of course he wouldn't tell the other party, because if he took this item, his poverty points would be deducted. In addition, there was a FLAG-like item description, Xiao Lan didn't want this flashy necklace at all.

Ms. B thought for a while, and felt that she would not suffer at all from this transaction.

Not only did she not lose money, but she could also get Mrs. A's bet, and even solved the bitch by the way, which was a huge profit.

So she nodded simply: "OK."

Ms. B began to recall: "[Pandora's Box] was something I got a few months ago. At that time, a strange guy came to me to trade. I heard that he had traded some strange things with many people. thing."

"Because this box is really beautiful, and the price he asked for was very low, so I kept it. But after I tried, I couldn't open it, so I put it as a decoration... If you can't open it, you can't Blame me."

"No." After Xiao Lan finished speaking, she asked another question: "Do you still remember what that person looked like?"

Ms. B: "Of course, that's a man...Huh? Is it a man or a woman? Height? Body shape? I...how can I not remember what that person looks like?"

When Ms. B searched her memory carefully, she found that she couldn't remember the person who traded with her.

Everything in the memory seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and he couldn't remember the other party's face, nor could he remember the other party's figure, and he didn't even know what the other party said at that time.

Miss B looked confused: "Strange..."

She explained to Xiao Lan again: "I'm not lying."

Hearing this, Xiao Lan felt relieved.

If it was Xiao Chengyan, according to his status as a master of illusion, Xiao Lan guessed that he should have made some disguises for his appearance.

But he didn't expect Xiao Chengyan to be able to do this.

At that time, Ms. B might have fallen into Xiao Chengyan's illusion unknowingly, but she didn't realize it.

Senior player No.1, it really exceeded his imagination.

Xiao Lan gestured to Miss B for [Aphrodite's Blessing] on the stage: "It's yours now."

Miss B took the necklace unceremoniously, with a smile on her face.

She looked at the necklace in her hand, and waved at Xiao Lan perfunctorily: "Okay, I have something to do later, see you later."

As Miss B's voice fell, the surrounding environment changed instantly.

Xiao Lan felt like a giant growing taller all of a sudden, her sight shot up a lot in an instant, and it kept rising.

Simultaneously, the surrounding environment is constantly shrinking.

When the changes stopped, Xiao Lan found herself in a room with many dolls.

The room was decorated to look like a circus stage.

These dolls have different styles and materials, including clay sculptures, wood carvings, ceramics, and paper. Each set of dolls has a corresponding scene, and each scene is covered with a dustproof glass. cover.

But without exception, these dolls have meticulous workmanship and exquisite structure, and they are carefully collected treasures at first glance.

Put together, it is like a suspended small world.

Xiao Lan guessed that maybe every player who enters this room will randomly enter the world of one of the dolls.

The plot and danger of each world are different, and some of the scenes look very bad.

Of course, it is not ruled out that there are Mrs. A and Ms. B, who seem to be calm, but are committed to making all the players who enter go out sideways.

Xiao Lan took out "Mingyue Pavilion", and found that another frame had lit up on the cover.

There is no new content in the book. It seems that the death was not by the hands of crows, but by ghosts or players.

Eleven grids have been lit up on the cover now, just two short.

In order to light up the pattern on the cover as soon as possible, Xiao Lan walked between the dolls, looking for the scene with Mrs. A and Miss B.

The pattern should be right there with them.

Finally, he found it.

It was a small table the size of a palm. In that scene, two paper figures were sitting on exquisite tables and chairs, surrounded by a gorgeous rococo background.

Originally, they were supposed to be chatting while sipping afternoon tea.

But now Miss B is still sitting there, her movements are leisurely, with a smile on her face, but there is an extra string of exquisite pearl necklaces that fit her body size, and a part of the light blue skirt on her body is missing.

On the opposite side, Mrs. A, who was wearing a pink dress, had been torn in two and was lying on the ground, looking miserable.

Xiao Lan carefully picked up the small scene, and sure enough, she saw the same pattern as the cover of the book underneath.

At the same time, the cover of the book lit up again, but this time only one frame lit up.

Now a total of twelve grids are lit up, only one grid is missing.

How come only one is on?

Xiao Lan was a little puzzled.

But when he turned his eyes back to the paper man in his hand again, he suddenly understood.

Probably because Mrs. A was destroyed, only one of the two paper figurines remained.

Xiao Lan sighed: "Mr. Crow is really strict..."

If he accidentally broke the two paper figures, wouldn't he be doing a white job?

It's bloody to think about.

At this time, Xiao Lan suddenly remembered that after he entered Mingyue Pavilion, except for the first dinner, he seemed to have neither eaten nor drank water, but he did not feel hungry or lack of energy. Come tired.

Is it the special ability of the advanced field, or the crow's?

I always feel that the bosses in the advanced field have more control over the game than the primary and intermediate bosses.

The crow's intangible, yet ubiquitous feel is especially unsettling.

He is probably the boss with the strongest control over the game field that Xiao Lan has ever encountered.

"It's a pity that there is still one more." Xiao Lan said softly, walking towards the door.

I just don’t know how this progress was achieved.

Xiao Lan was about to open the door to go out, but felt that "Mingyue Pavilion" had changed again.

The last grid lit up in this short period of time.

There is no new text in the book, obviously this is not the crow's handwriting.

Two players died in such a short period of time.

who is it?

Is it a carnival of ghosts, or players with ulterior motives killing people, or is it Qi Ning who is harvesting?

Now, the entire pattern on the cover has been lit up and is emitting light.

I'm afraid it's time for the game to move to the next level as well.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Lan opened the door.

The scene outside the door still looks the same as before, with the ancient charm of the combination of Chinese and Western unique to the architecture of the Republic of China era.

But everything is different again.

The original corridor was quiet and quiet, as if Xiao Lan was the only one left in the world, only occasionally meeting players with overlapping spaces.

In the corridor at this time, Xiao Lan could clearly hear the sound of running upstairs, and even further away, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. She didn't know what happened.

This feeling is like countless divided spaces finally overlapping together.

At the same time, it also means that players will probably be able to meet each other now.

Naturally... they can also attack each other.

Next, the threats Xiao Lan needs to face may double.

Xiao Lan took a few steps forward.

Suddenly, his eyes froze in a corner of the corridor.

It was a very inconspicuous corner.

It was empty and there was nothing, originally there was nothing special.

But at this moment, this corner was in Xiao Lan's sight, and it began to fade at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The faded part is like an old photo, turning into a yellowish black and white, because the relationship between the position is not eye-catching.

Xiao Lan's eyes searched the vicinity, and found several such faded places one after another.

These positions are very hidden, and the speed of fading is not too fast.

But without exception, they all turned into the same color as the old photos.

Obviously, if the entire Mingyue Pavilion faded into this, something must have happened.

But Xiao Lan didn't really want to experience it for herself.

Most people with the spirit of exploration die quickly, isn't it good to live?

Xiao Lan looked at the changes in the corridor: "It seems that we have to leave here before it completely fades."

He thought of the room on the top floor with the progress on the door as the cover of the book, which had once been the Raven's study.

Now, that room should have changed, maybe it's already accessible.

After making a decision, Xiao Lan prepared to go upstairs.

He took out Luo's envelope, ready to talk to the other party and find a place to have a round.

But suddenly I heard a familiar deep voice not far away: "I found you, sir."

When Xiao Lan turned around, he saw a person appearing gracefully not far away from him.

Fitted black three-piece suit, tall and tall, the visitor was walking towards him with long legs.

The posture he walked over was still good-looking, but his pace was a little hasty, which showed that the visitor's mood was not calm.

With just one glance, Xiao Lan judged that this person was the real Luo.

It is completely different from the previous fake and shoddy products.

Seeing Luo, Xiao Lan suddenly felt an emotion called longing.

It was obvious that they hadn't seen each other for about two days, and they kept in touch through envelopes during that time.

But after all it is different.

Nothing can replace the secret happiness and satisfaction of seeing each other in person.

Obviously in a dangerous game, and also entered a situation where the risk of death is doubled.

Xiao Lan couldn't help but feel a little joy in her heart.

Xiao Lan couldn't help laughing: "Long time no see."

Luo walked up to him and smiled, "Long time no see."

The author has something to say:

Mourn the dead, pay tribute to the heroes, and remember them forever.