I Rely On Poverty To Sweep Through Survival Games

The big brother who suddenly and hurriedly left the scene eased the tension with his own actions. Danger was hiding everywhere, and the tension seemed a little funny.

Although this was not very kind, Xiao Lan silently praised him in his heart.

Then the two left the control room and walked out.

Many of the platforms that have experienced double damage from explosions and fires have become very fragile, just like a frozen lake, it is difficult to tell directly from the appearance where it is safe.

As the two progressed, there were always a lot of debris falling on the ceiling along the way, and dust and rubble could be hit if they were not noticed.

Smoke also slowly appeared in the air, with a trend of becoming thicker and thicker.

This time, not only was breathing difficult, Xiao Lan even began to feel uncomfortable.

They walked towards the position of the train with the memory they explored before, and they don't know when it is now. How long is it until the train stops, I hope it can come earlier.

"Warning!...Please passengers...Ziz...Don't get in the car..."

"Warning! Zizi...please...passengers...don't...get on the car..."

"caveat……"

The radio at the station sounded again, and the tone was somewhat harsh.

However, the stations have been burned like this, but the broadcast is still conscientiously persuading the players not to get on the bus. It is a good ghost that moved to the world every year.

Their aim is: stations can burn, players must die.

After hearing the broadcast, Xiao Lan and Luo not only did not stop, but went faster.

If you say you don’t leave, don’t you leave?

After avoiding the collapsing pillar next to him, Xiao Lan and Luo came to the bulletin board where they had been before.

In front of them, a shadowy figure appeared.

They are of different heights and their limbs have different degrees of incompleteness. They are standing quietly in front of them, seemingly waiting for players to pass by.

Seeing the appearance of Xiao Lan and their figures, the originally stale silhouettes raised their heads, revealing their respective faces.

Xiao Lan saw the woman at the ticket booth, and her lower body was still incomplete. She was crawling on the ground, and she could vaguely see the dragged offal from the waist fracture.

The cleaning aunt I saw before was also among them.

Now she looks much more terrible than before, with a large burn on her face, two empty eyes, one of which is missing, and the other is covered with dangerous dangers .

"Meet again...hahaha..." Auntie Jie's throat seemed to be damaged by smoke, and each syllable was a bit difficult and hoarse.

"Is it the same as before after you applied makeup?" Xiao Lan was a little shocked. He thought that the gray look he had seen before was already the death of this aunt, but I didn't expect to remove the makeup. of.

Xiao Lan suddenly developed a strong curiosity about the ghost's makeup technique.

Perhaps Xiao Lan's expression and words were too straightforward, and the muscles that seemed to have stiffened on Aunt Jie's face suddenly rose up, and she shouted at Xiao Lan: "You... go... die--"

It seems that no matter how old a woman is, no matter how she tastes, no matter whether she is dead or not, she will be angry at others' ridicule for her own beauty.

Xiao Lan: "..."

If you turn your face, you turn your face. He didn’t say anything.

Luo Shishi explained: "Sir, it is a very rude act to evaluate Ms. Su's face, and it can be compared to death to some extent."

After the baptism of various cultures in the real world, Luo has become familiar with it.

Xiao Lan looked at Luo innocently: "Can't I tell the truth?"

Auntie Procter's anger rose again. She raised her hand and threw a bag at Xiao Lan that had appeared a lot of eyes before.

Xiao Lan: "Okay, I know it won't work..."

The zipper of the bag in the air is slowly opening, this time it is not the eyes, but a finger.

The things in this bag are not the same? As far as the size of the bag is concerned, it is obviously impossible to hold so many things. Could it be said... which eyes and hands are actually produced by itself.

Thinking of the more and more before, and chasing their dead eyes, Xiao Lan didn't want to be caught up with this kind of difficult thing at this time.

He made a decisive decision, taking advantage of the moment when the bag was not fully opened in mid-air, and jumped directly. The dagger swept sharply towards the bag with a sharp arc.

When the dagger penetrated the bag, the bag struggled as if it were alive.

It's a pity that the guy in front of it is not only fast, but also has great strength. These are added to the sharp dagger, like the claw of the hunter, forming a force that makes it impossible to resist.

In the next moment, this bag with the glittering international brand logo was cut into two pieces, and the hand that was less than the drill had not been formed, and it directly became fly ash.

"Destroy props, increase poverty value by 1.6 million"

Xiao Lan didn't expect that there would be a windfall: "1.6 million? Lying trough... what a bag, it's so expensive!"

Luo replied lightly: "This is a limited edition produced about a hundred years ago, and it is very well preserved. A similar bag was sold at the auction at about the same price before."

Opposite Wen Yan, the auntie cleaning was also stagnation, maybe she did not expect that the bag she picked up randomly was so valuable.

However, Xiao Lan's blessing is now gone.

Even if she was already dead, she felt the heartache after the sudden wealth disappeared.

Her empty eyes turned to Xiao Lan, all of which were filled with words "Repay my money!!!".

With the anger of Auntie Jie, the ghosts around her chased in the direction of Xiao Lan and them.

Seeing the bad situation, Xiao Lan and Luo Luo ran away.

The most important goal now is to get on the train. If you get caught in them, you will definitely waste a lot of time. If you miss a train, then you don’t know if this station can support the next train.

Even if you want to fight it is not now.

The two ran ahead, jumping from time to time through holes in the floor under their feet.

The ghosts behind were still calling to them when they were chasing them: "Come over here..."

It's like a brainwashed MLM organization.

With a string of tails behind them, they finally arrived at the train.

Unfortunately, the train did not arrive at the moment, and there was no sign of arriving at the station in a short time.

Not too far away came a rapid running sound.

Xiao Lan raised his head and directly locked a fluorescent green head in a chaos. The owner of this head was jumping up and down, looking full of vitality.

There seemed to be a lot of ghosts chasing behind her.

Xiao Lan shouted: "Wealthy--"

"Eh! Brother Xiao--" The voice of the first rich man came, "Do you have any tickets? I have a lot here!"

She held up a bells and whistles in her hand, and when she flicked up, there was a sound of "wow wow wow", and she didn't know where she went to rob. There was such a big bag.

Xiao Lan ran and asked, "Where did you get it?"

The first rich man stole her crooked killing Matt hair style: "I don't know, it was picked up by the roadside, and then there is a statement that it can be out of the station."

This unreliable look worried Xiao Lan: "What color is it? You see, white is not good, black is only available."

"Ah? Is that true?" The first rich man ran while opening his backpack, and then pulled out a handful of white tickets from inside.

"Oh, this one is white..."

"This too..."

The ticket was thrown on the ground by her, and Dingding scattered all over the place.

Xiao Lan looked at some black lines from afar, wealthy, you are just a walking humanoid flag, you know?

"Ah! I found it!" After the first rich man emptied the entire backpack, she finally found a black ticket at the bottom. She looked at the white ticket thrown all the way by herself. "It turns out that these are traps... …"

She waved the ticket in her hand, gave a silly smile to Xiao Lan, and stretched her hand to a thumbs up: "Brother Xiao, you are so amazing!"

Xiao Lan: "..."

Was this guy completely cleared by luck? !

The rich girl can live to the present, is it coming to the world to give her a simple mode...

After the first rich and wealthy approached, the ghost behind her merged with the ghost who originally chased Xiao Lan, which meant that they directly swallowed the three.

However, not far behind are the railroad tracks, and the train has not yet arrived, and they have no way to retreat.

"Brother Xiao, look at me!" The first rich man volunteered to say that he can play.

Then I saw her raised her right hand and squeezed it into a fist. The green light rose from the fist. The first rich man punched the ghosts in front of him and shouted: "Eat my single dog fist-- "

A bright green light flew out of her hand and suddenly attacked the ghosts.

Several ghosts facing her fist were blown out in an instant, the whole circle suddenly dispersed, the green light went unstoppable all the way, and finally left a trail of dog footprints on the ground.

[Single Dog Fist], the effect of this skill is as sharp as its name, and its power is very extraordinary.

Xiao Lan seemed to understand something: "That... rich, do you have to shout this sentence to activate your skills?"

The first rich man withdrew his fist and nodded: "Yeah, and this skill can only be activated by single dogs. If you are out of the group, you can't use it, but there is a damage bonus for couples."

Girl, your skills are really shameful and strict.

I feel that Fugui is hopeless in this life, but killing the Matt girl doesn't seem to mind.

After the first rich man punched this punch, he immediately shrunk back: "Brother Xiao, my skills have cooled down."

Xiao Lan mentioned [this is a highly poisoned dagger] and asked casually, "What is the time?"

The first rich man: "4 minutes and 44 seconds."

...A skill that is full of single dogs' grudges.

At this time, players have come from other directions towards this side, it seems that they have found a way to clear customs.

But with their arrival, there are more and more ghosts on the platform.

At this point, it can be seen that Luo and the first rich man who took the ticket have suffered significantly more attacks, and the other people are similar to them, but there are only a few spooky ghosts around the players, which seem to be no Find the ticket.

The ghosts gathered again, and they attacked the three from different directions.

The first wealthy man evaded and took out a fly swatter-like prop from the prop backpack to launch a counterattack against the ghosts.

Luo Ze is constantly wielding a black blade to cut off the ghosts who are trying to approach. He also took the opportunity to secretly absorb some of the limbs they dropped, carrying a kind of goose over-plucking aura, let the ghosts attack him. More and more hesitant.

And Xiao Lan held the brooch because of the task. In the eyes of the ghosts, it seemed like a sweet and delicious big cake, and there were especially many ghosts coming to him.

Some of these ghosts seem to have entities, some are translucent, and obviously physical attacks will do little harm to them.

Naturally, Xiao Lan would not sit still and he activated [Introduction to the Basic Principles of Marxist Philosophy].

[Name: Introduction to the Basic Principles of Marxist Philosophy (Advanced Props)]

[Ability: When used on ghosts, they can be materialized, and when used on themselves, they can be harmed by physical attacks to ghosts for a duration of 10 minutes (the number of uses (45)]

[Explanation: The world is material, the true unity of the world lies in its materiality]

Suddenly, a coercion from the material world radiated from him.

Xiao Lan raised his mouth to the ghosts gathered at him like a big supermarket sale: "Come on, let you experience the physical super method."

As his words fell, Xiao Lan rushed out of the spot like an arrow, and the dagger in his hand drew the sword that made the ghosts feel that their souls were trembling.

A pale palm with bright red nail polish tried to attack Xiao Lan.

In the next moment, the snow-colored knife flashed, and this arm fell to the ground and disappeared.

"Ah--" The owner of the arm covered her broken arm and made a sharp howling. She felt the pain. The pain that she had never felt since her death was so vivid at this moment.

Even this painful feeling was more intense than she felt when she died, with terrible pain burning the soul.

This is the power of Marxism!

Xiao Lan rushed directly into the group of ghosts like a demon god. Every knife fell with exclamation. Countless ghosts lost their fighting power because of his attack.

Xiao Lan apparently did not intend to kill npc. The follow-up trouble was too great. They could only wailing painfully on the ground, with sharp ghosts crying, and making the scalp numb.

This picture is even more terrifying than destroying them directly.

Gradually, the ghosts around Xiao Lan began to retreat, forming a vacuum zone around him.

In this way, he stood still in the eyes of ghosts and fear.

"Next, who is it?" Xiao Lan's eyes swept the ghosts around him.

Every ghost that met him couldn't help but stop looking away, and no one dared to meet him.

"Brother Xiao is handsome!" The first rich man peeked at the picture, and she decided to go back and share the scene with Zhao Xiaohe.

At this time, the roar of the train came from afar, obviously the hope of the players is coming.

Players who are struggling all see hope in their eyes.

But at the same time, the station's broadcast also sounded. This time, the tone was murderously cold:

"Warning! ... if passengers... leave the platform... Zizi... kill!"

"Please... brooch... stay..."

Along with the sound of station broadcasting, the ghosts at the station seemed to have received some kind of order. Their eyes appeared crazy, and even their consciousness began to lose.

The ghosts abandoned their original goal and began to rush towards Xiao Lan at any cost.

Even if Xiao Lan's dagger severely cut them into two pieces, the rest of them were still attacking Xiao Lan relentlessly.

"Trouble." Xiao Lan said softly, looking at the lights of the train still in the distance.

Luo rushed to Xiao Lan's side for the first time, casting a line of defense with the shadow. However, there are too many ghosts. Even if they are swallowed by Luo, they will not retreat. Stepping on the body of the companion who has not been swallowed will rush over.

The first rich man also gave back to Xiao Lan, but her skills had just been used once, and the fly swatter was really not powerful enough.

The first rich man swung a fly swatter: "Damn it! I really want to burn them and dare to covet my brother Xiao!!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Lan's eyes lit up: "Good idea, rich!"

"Huh?" The first richest man hasn't responded yet.

Faced with almost overwhelming ghosts, Xiao Lan opened his skills:

[Name: Poverty cannot limit my imagination]

[Ability: Flame Control]

【Remaining time: 00:04:59】

Some ghosts are in the air, some are stacked on the ground, forming a tide-like offensive, almost obscuring the line of sight.

Xiao Lan put away his dagger and raised his right hand to hit a crisp snap.

Along with this sound, flames flowed from his fingertips, quickly interweaving into a huge fireball, which wrapped Xiao Lan and three people in it.

The bright fireballs are still spreading around. The burning temperature makes these ghosts who died in explosions or fires feel extremely painful. They recall the misery and despair when they died.

The fear of flame has been deeply engraved into their souls.

"Bang--"

Under the control of Xiao Lan, the fireball exploded, brightening the originally dim platform.

The ghosts spread out under the attack of flames, and uttered painful wailing.

At this moment, in a blaze of fire, Xiao Lan's figure seemed so invincible.

The players who had been fighting couldn't help but stop the movements in their hands. They grew their mouths wide and stared at the scene. They were... what kind of guy did they match to a scene...

Is this... really an intermediate player? !

In Xiao Lan's eyes, there was a spirit of war.

"Burn out all the filth, Honglian Yehuo!"

Xiao Lan: "..."

Wait, that sentence wasn’t what I said.

Fugui, what is your second line! ! !