I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

With the distance of consciousness, Luo's ability to maintain a human form is also slowly losing.

The figure of an adult man that Xiao Lan was familiar with began to be unable to maintain, and gradually retreated to a black shadow.Because of the instability of power, the shadow is still changing, switching between several forms.

In the end, it was frozen in the form of a black cat that Xiao Lan seemed familiar with.

It's just a more wild and unruly version of the soul painter.

Looking at the big black cat in front of him whose four legs were not the same length, Xiao Lan stretched out his hand and poked his furry head, well, it was still square, and this time it was more abstract and artistic than the previous one up.

But at least it didn't turn into a puddle of blackness, which reduced Xiao Lan's work a lot and made him heave a sigh of relief.

Xiao Lan stretched out her hand, trying to hug the black cat.

Unexpectedly, Luo's body is as soft as dough.

The hand he was dragging the black cat's neck seemed to be a little too strong, and he directly lifted the whole cat's head, and a neck about half a meter long was pulled between the head and the body, which made the already very soulful picture appear again. Added a touch of magic, like some rumored water monster.

The corner of Xiao Lan's mouth twitched: "Luo, your quality is not good..."

Xiao Lan hurriedly stuffed Luo's neck back, and put his head back in place by the way.

At this time, I have to lament the strength of non-human beings. After such a random operation, I haven't died yet, and my vitality can be said to be very tenacious.

Looking at the puddle of cats on the ground, Xiao Lan fell into deep thought.

Originally, he planned to carry the cat on his shoulders, but now it seems impossible. This size is too big to carry in his pocket, and he can't stuff it into the clothes if he wears few summer clothes...

After a while, Xiao Lan had an idea.

He searched for the sundries in this room, and finally found a roll of cloth strips of unknown origin. He tried to wrap the bundle of black cats on his back, but he did not expect to succeed.

That posture looks like, during the Chinese New Year, a relative engaged in breeding came to your house to pay New Year's greetings, and by the way brought you a small fragrant pig raised by yourself as a New Year's gift, full of the joy of a good harvest.

In addition to being a little hot on the eyes.

However, Xiao Lan, a pragmatist, doesn't mind whether the picture is beautiful or not. With Luo behind his back, he directly opened the door and walked to the next room.

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Xiao Lan shuttled through the maze-like room.

The layout of each room is different. It looks like many people's homes have been messed up. The last one is a stable Chinese-style living room, and the next second may be a middle school boy's room full of posters. Turn around again Probably another dirty, cramped toilet.

The only thing in common is that the doors connecting these rooms are all the same, all old-fashioned iron doors with mottled paint.

Just as she put her hand on the doorknob and was about to open the door, Xiao Lan heard footsteps outside the door.

So he skillfully opened the door next to him and hid.

The next moment, he saw through the crack of the door that the door he had planned to open opened from the other direction, and what came out of it was a human figure that seemed to be lacking in weight before.

Xiao Lan held her breath, minimized her sense of existence, and continued to observe them.

They walked with a limp as before, and their perfunctory eyes wandered around the room for a while, not noticing that there was a hiding person across the door.

These figures are also wandering in some rooms, not sure if they are looking for something, or just walking around.

After a while, the dolls didn't notice anything unusual, opened another door and continued to limping away.

Xiao Lan has been advancing like this for a long time, skillfully avoiding these dangers along the way.But at this time, the windows could not be seen in the room, and the clocks in each room were completely different, so it was difficult for him to judge how long it was until the fourth day passed.

He emerged from his hiding place and continued on his way.

When he pushed open the unknown number of doors, finally, something different appeared in front of him.

It was a pure black door, the door was particularly tall, except for the black, there was no extra decoration on it, making it look heavy and depressing.

This is almost telling you brightly, come on, open the door and come in.

Xiao Lan also understood that this might be the next stage of the game.

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He reached out and pushed open the closed black door.

But I didn't expect that behind the door was a... mahjong room.

There are many doors on the walls around the mahjong room, and it seems that there are many paths leading to this place.

Xiao Lan was a little confused for a moment, why is there a mahjong contest mixed into the levels of this game?

Is it a little too casual? !

Three faceless people sat at the table, their limbs and body shape were more delicate than those they had seen before, and they looked like two men and one woman from their clothes.A somewhat ineffective incandescent lamp was hung in the room, shaking slightly, casting unstable mottled light and shadows, this kind of light did not bring any warm feeling to the room.

There was a stacked mahjong on the table between them, and when they heard the sound of the door opening, these "people" all turned their heads towards Xiao Lan's direction.

At this time, it seems a little too late to quit.

Seeing that Xiao Lan hadn't come over yet, the three people without facial features raised their hands and waved at him with a slow and stiff frequency, obviously a gesture calling him to come over quickly.

Although I don't know what kind of medicine they sell in their gourds, the most important thing to be a human being is to be calm.

Xiao Lan carried his little fragrant pig on his back, and stepped forward without hesitation.

When Xiao Lan stepped forward, the only woman among the three made a "please" gesture to him, indicating the only empty seat.After Xiao Lan sat down, they began to play mahjong skillfully, as if they really wanted to play cards.

Seeing this, Xiao Lan felt relieved and joined the game in a low-key manner.

After the shuffling of the cards, the game started quickly. Since the three people on the opposite side had no facial features, the process of the game was very silent, only the crisp sound of mahjong colliding.

The card skills of these three figures are very good, and they look like old partners who are addicted to mahjong all day long.They cooperated very well, and there was a vague posture of targeting Xiao Lan, which was very uncompetitive.

Seeing this, Xiao Lan made a decision in her heart. Since you have sincerely provoked, let you experience the card skills that make the aunts in every community tremble and be ranked No. 1 on the list of least want to play cards together!

Less than 3 minutes.

"Self-drawing, foolish." Xiao Lan pushed down the cards in front of her, announcing the end of this round.

The dolls silently threw the chips to Xiao Lan.

"Dragon Seven pair."

The dolls hesitated a bit in throwing their chips.

"All in one color."

The hands of the dolls trembled slightly.

"Heavenly Hu Thirteen."

In the next few rounds, Xiao Lan became more and more arrogant, making people almost suspect that he was cheating.

The bargaining chips in front of the figures quickly bottomed out. Their faces without facial features looked gloomy, as if they wanted to grow facial features to give Xiao Lan a ferocious expression, and it was best to give him a slap in the face.

Xiao Lan put away the hill of chips piled up in front of her with a smile on her face, when the system prompt that had been silent before suddenly popped up:

"Xiao Lan is addicted to gambling, not a qualified poor person, and the poverty value has been reduced by 888 million"

Xiao Lan: "..."

Suddenly, he felt that the chips in front of him were hot. It seemed that if he wanted to pass the three of them, he would have to win the game, but if he won, he would have to deduct the poverty value.

Xiao Lan thought about it again and again. In the face of the poverty value, it seems that choosing another way to clear the level is not unacceptable.

It's a pity that he originally wanted to be a good player who loves peace.

He had to change his strategy, and then it was as if he was suddenly possessed by a poor god. Xiao Lan began to lose every round, and soon all the winning chips in his hand were bottomed out.

"When he lost his way, Xiao Lan returned to the big warm family of the poor, and the poverty value increased by 888 million"

【Poverty can't limit my imagination】It's really a strict skill.

In the new game, Xiao Lan has already lost all her chips.

He watched the three figures in front of him vigilantly, preventing them from attacking at any time, and was ready to take out [this is a poisonous dagger] from the storage space to fight at any time.

Unexpectedly, the woman across from him suddenly threw a different chip at him. Although she had no face, Xiao Lan always felt that if she had face, she would have a malicious smile on her face.

The color of this chip is blood red, as if thick blood that cannot be melted is solidified on the surface.

At the moment of receiving the chips, a new prompt appeared:

"Obtaining blood chips*1, the player's risk of death in authority games increases by 5% (this item is only valid in this game)"

Before Xiao Lan could think deeply, another new reminder followed:

"Obtain special props, the poverty value will increase by 100 million (this increase will take effect permanently)"

Xiao Lan's heart was instantly caught in the entanglement between asking for money or dying.

The risk of death is temporary, but the poverty value is permanent.

This is a vivid explanation of what it means to seek poverty in insurance. A poverty value of 100 million is very attractive, but the risk of death is very terrible.

Although 5% doesn't seem like much, but as long as he gets more than 12, when his risk of death increases to more than 60%, it is equivalent to jumping repeatedly on the death line.

And just now you can get one in an ordinary round, in case the other side gets a big one, at that time it is possible to give him a dozen or twenty at a time.

At that time, he can perform what it means to die in situ.

It's really hard to be a poor person...

Xiao Lan took a deep breath and continued to join the game. At the same time, he secretly said to himself that the blood chip should not exceed six, and the 30% risk of death was still within his acceptable range.

At the same time, there can be no more than three rounds of cards. After three rounds, even if the blood chips do not reach six, they will have to withdraw.The more lucky you are, the higher the danger you face.

In the new round, Xiao Lan dealt with it very carefully. He accurately calculated the cards of the other three players, and controlled the acquisition of blood chips to only two.

In the next round, get 1 blood chip.

It is still very pleasant to have a poverty value of 300 million.

Very good, as long as the last round is also controlled to one or two.

Xiao Lan touched the cards in her hand while observing the movements of the other three.The woman on the opposite side of him is obviously trying to make a big beard. The man on the left seems to be unable to get the cards for a long time, while the man on the right is only short of a three-of-a-kind beard, and it is just the simplest plain beard, which is very suitable for him need.

Xiao Lan picked up three of them.

"boom--"

There was a loud noise, accompanied by the opening of a certain door and the rush of a group of figures, even the floor shook for a moment.

Everyone at the card table turned their heads to look, and a group of people with random shapes hurriedly chased a black-haired figure in red and came towards them. Shuttle, but because there are too many people, it is difficult to get out.

The man in red raised his head, it was Wu Ting.

At this time, he also saw the scene of Xiao Lan playing mahjong with three people who were neither human nor ghost: "Fuck! In this situation, you still have time to play mahjong!!!"

Xiao Lan looked troubled: "...The situation is very complicated, anyway, it's not what you think."

Wu Ting shook off the hand stretched out from behind: "You can still fight now?"

Xiao Lan shook her head, not intending to continue: "It's over, let's go... let's go..."

His voice froze, the three of a kind were still in his hand, but because of the shock just now, one of his upright cards fell down and was thrown to the front.

Seventy thousand, this is exactly what the woman opposite needs.

Before he could explain that it was an accident, a handful of blood chips had been thrown in front of him without reason.

1、2、3、4、5、6、7、8.

Adding up to exactly 12 before, Xiao Lan likes to raise the risk of death by 60%, gaining the opportunity to jump repeatedly on the verge of death.

Xiao Lan: Damn it! ! !