I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

After Xiao Lan and Luo joined the battle group, the hair of Yaowu Yangwei gradually began to grow from left to right. The three teamed up to cut the hair very fast, and the hair that was originally overwhelming in the air gradually reduced the battle circle.

Xiao Lan held a dagger and flew through the hair attack.

After a month of special combat training, after being constantly thrashed, his reaction speed is now much faster than before.

At the moment when the hair hit, he accurately judged the target location of the other party's attack.

Then Xiao Lan swung sideways slightly with ease, and the attack of the hair fell to his side a few centimeters as he expected. Taking advantage of the gap where the hair could not turn, Xiao Lan waved his blade and cut it directly.

During the battle, Xiao Lan discovered that these hairs were not the main body of the ghost.

Because [This is a poisoned dagger] there is no effect trigger prompt, just like when attacking clothes manipulated by pregnant women ghosts.

Luo's black figure flashed in the siege of hair like ghosts.

Every time the claw is swung, there must be a cut of the hair. I don’t know what kind of material his black claw is. It can hit the tough iron hair that pierced the door, under his claw. It's as vulnerable as ordinary hair.

The three men harvested these hairs at an extremely fast speed.

Not long ago, only a part of the shower close to a certain compartment was left. It seems that this is the source of these hairs.

The three of them slowly surrounded the shower head, and a prop like a flamethrower had appeared on Wuting's hand, but with their feet, they knew that the power must be more than ordinary flamethrower.

Seeing that the situation is not good, the things that manipulate the hair try to gather the hair and escape, and when fighting the three people, they also become a battle and retreat posture.

However, all come, how can there be a reason to go if you want to go?

Finding the posture that the other party was trying to evacuate, Xiao Lan put away the dagger in his hand and suddenly grabbed the hair in front of him with bare hands.

The strength of Xiao Lan's hand surprised the thing on the other side of her hair.

It suddenly increased its strength, trying to withdraw his hair from Xiao Lan's hand, but the opposite side was like a thousand wild boars pulling a tug of war with it, and the force he grabbed was not loose at all.

Then, Xiao Lan pulled the hair in his hand back, and fastened it to the shower in another compartment. He took the opportunity to hit a few knots that made the ghost crazy. His hair was tied to the shower.

Upon seeing this, Luo and Wuting took the same action.

Soon, the pile of hair was weak, and it was poorly and helplessly tied to the nearby shower, unable to attack and hard to break free. The current bathroom is the same as a silk hole, but unfortunately there are no beautiful and voluptuous female goblins, only a bunch of bad-hearted and bad-skinned men.

Wu Ting, holding a flamethrower, walked with a smile toward the shower with hair flowing out. If he ignored his red pants at the moment, it would be a move full of oppression.

At the next moment, the flamethrower in his hand blew a purple flame.

The flame began to spread at a very fast speed when it touched the hair, completely ignoring the moisture of the hair and the accumulated water everywhere, and avoided the surrounding environment as if it could distinguish the target. The purple flame is very The hair will be curled up quickly.

The smell of burning hair is extremely strange.

Different from the burning smell of protein in ordinary hair, this is a smell of burning smell, and it is accompanied by dark green smoke when burning, which looks very appetizing.

"what--"

When the hair burned out, an angry scream came from the shower. It spread through the pipe and appeared to be slightly tone-changing, and the original voice could not be heard.

The bathroom was finally quiet again.

Wu Ting found a black dress and put it on, and instantly it was the sister with all kinds of charms.

He smiled and nodded to the two of them: "Thanks, I thought you were just a newcomer to the midfield, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful. I looked at you too little before."

Wu Ting fiddled with his long black curly hair: "Re-introduce yourself. I am called Wu Ting. I am an intelligence dealer. As for women's clothing, this is just a little hobby."

Xiao Lan: "The intelligence you mentioned before means cooperation?"

"Yes, I am very optimistic about your talent. As a helping hand, I can tell you a message." Wu Ting raised his lips. "He Rui is also my peer, but he is the kind of dirty work he takes. And, he didn’t care much about the task when he finished the task. It looks like he is staring at you this time."

Xiao Lan tentatively asked, "Do you know what his purpose is?"

The picky eyes of Wu Ting glanced at Xiao Lan lightly, with a mysterious meaning in his eyes: "Well, it's considered to be a pre-investment to attract new customers."

His voice was very low: "As far as I know, a very large person recently released a tracing task. Those who want to take the task must go to the designated place and go through layers of screening. Very mysterious."

"I always only sell news, I don't sell people's lives, so I didn't participate. But He Rui went, maybe you are the mission target, or maybe you are just a bad luck affected."

After listening to Wu Ting's words, Xiao Lan thought about it, assuming that he was really the mission target, then his dad...what the **** was that, and missing for such a long time can still bring such attention, and almost brought traffic.

Of course, he still hopes that he is just a bad luck spread.

Seeing Xiao Lan's expression, Wu Ting chuckled: "It seems that you don't know it yourself."

Xiao Lan nodded: "Indeed, I can only guess."

Wu Ting: "If you need to verify your guess, please come to me, of course, this time it will not be free."

He said that he handed Xiao Lan a pink mirror-shaped prop: "You can contact me at that time."

【Name: about (approach)】

[Capability: Establish contact with the subject holder, the call process is visible]

[Explanation: about? approximately! 】

Xiao Lan took over the prop: "..."

This description seems to be obviously used for a certain purpose. Coming to the virtue of the world, the garbage game will be finished sooner or later.

After the conversation, the three checked the abnormality in the bathroom.

After all, there was a new danger of death, indicating that something new must have happened here. The three of them carefully checked one by one, and finally came to the innermost one.

It was a wall here before! There was an extra door when no one knew it.

With a look in his eyes, Xiao Lan stepped forward and carefully opened the door.

At the moment of opening the door, Xiao Lan clearly saw a lot of splattered blood droplets in the air. These blood droplets were frozen in the air as if they were pressed to pause, like a beautifully crafted sculpture.

At a moment when the door was opened, the time in the compartment seemed to suddenly start flowing, and the splattered blood began to move along the original trajectory, which covered the surrounding walls.

A lot of blood came on the face, and Xiao Lan quickly responded and quickly closed the door of the compartment again, so as to avoid being thrown into the face.

Viscous blood slowly poured out from the bottom of the compartment, mixed with flesh and blood fragments that could not tell where it was.

After the blood dripping stopped, Xiao Lan opened the door again.

This time he clearly saw two clothes on the ground in addition to blood stains. He is also familiar with these two clothes. This is the pair of couples who wore it today. I have seen it before in front of the laundry room.

Wu Ting also saw: "It's them..."

Xiao Lan nodded.

Wu Ting reached out and played with his hair: "Although I understand that the danger has increased, I am vaguely a little bit happy, and I still have a little regret what happened..."

Xiao Lan also silently agreed that although these two were very annoying, he actually wanted to know what new content they could quarrel with.

Although he was just attacked, the bath still needs to be washed.

The three chose to bathe in the adjacent compartment. If the attacker dare to come, let him have no hair left, go back bald.

After taking a shower, Xiao Lan walked towards the position of his compartment.

It is now the third night, and the last danger is at hand. I don’t know whether it will be counted from the early morning of the fourth day, or whether it will be opened until the last moment.

Either way, the rest of the night seems particularly important, or it is better to get up early in the morning.

But without thinking, Xiao Lan saw a man at his door.

It was the only surviving resident—the cultist.

I don't know if this person has a nervous or brain problem. Faced with the disappearance of the people living together, he seemed to have no sense of crisis at all, still holding a broken **** like a **** all day.

It seemed that in his heart, all mankind had perished to be in line with the will of that God.

I don't know which **** of the second squirting out of the horns, the wish is so traditional.

I saw the cultist holding the idol and chanting to Xiao Lan's room door: "Punish him! Punish this sinner who disrespects your agent, let him sink forever in despair!"

Cultists are immersing themselves in their prayers with all their heart.

At this moment, his heart was filled with the imagination of that wicked neighbor being punished by God.

Hope God can set them on fire, hang them up and torture them so that they can no longer offend themselves.

"Cough." A voice rang above his head.

In a trance, the cultist thought he felt the oracle, and he raised his head in surprise, but he met the face he least wanted to face—his rude and savage neighbor.

Damn, why are you?

He looked at the closed door, and then the face above his head.

Oh, it's finished.

Xiao Lan beat this guy skillfully and asked him to review what it means to be beaten by people from society. The idol in the hands of the cultists rolled to the side in the beating, was picked up by Luo and handed to Xiao Lan.

Looking at this idol, Xiao Lan remembered the one that had been destroyed in Liudao Hot Spring before, but that brought him a lot of poverty.

The same as the god, and seeing his posture as a baby, this will not be too much?

Xiao Lan pinched the idol, and under the gaze of the cultists "you are ruthless, you are cruel, you are unreasonable to make trouble", squeezed hard.

"Destroy props and increase the poverty value by 0.002 million. Xiao Lan has become so poor that he has lost his dream"

Xiao Lan: "..."

This thing is simply the shame of the idol! Let's spread the goods!

Looking at the accused cultist next to him, Xiao Lan gave him another round of beatings from the society without saying anything.

Xiao Lan fell asleep early, and Luo was still perfectly acting as his affectionless pillow.

late at night.

A familiar footstep sounded outside the door.

This time it seemed that there were more people. Xiao Lan was awakened for a moment and found that the situation was no different than before. He changed his posture and planned to continue to sleep with him.

But this time things outside were not as calm as before.

As if there were a lot of people talking at the same time, the buzzing sound was intertwined, and the content of the conversation was completely inaudible under the interference of each other.

At this moment, there is always a sudden emergence of unwillingness and loneliness.

"You stinky man with no taste! I want to break up with you!"

"How come I have no taste, I don't wear pink boxers!"

"Why did you eat garlic before going to bed last night? Even if you die, it's all garlic!"

"Isn't that because you eat stinky tofu first?"

"我的妈#!&!"

"You **** #%&*!!!"

The high-pitched and loud quarreling sound passed through the useless door panel, and it was still familiar content and familiar formula.

Xiao Lan covered her head with a pillow.

Damn, aren't you dead? !