Chapter 62 - The Unknown Child's Savings Jar

These blood chips automatically belong to Xiao Lan the moment they appear in front of him, and the effect is the same whether he takes them or not.

 

"Ding dong--"

 

"Warning, player's current risk of death has reached 60%"

 

Listening to the system's cold and unforgiving death risk alert, Xiao Lan's heart was ...... I have an expletive I don't know if I should say.

 

He looked at the three men in front of him, whose faces were expressionless due to their lack of faces, and wondered in his heart if they had taken advantage of the moment of distraction to cheat, but he had no proof, and even if he did the Advent World would probably not care.

 

Xiao Lan misses Luo a lot, and if Luo were around, he could probably sort out all these little situations.

 

Sadly, Luo is now confined to his back, quietly acting as his yearling piggy.

 

With a 60 per cent risk of death, Xiao Lan now has to be extremely careful with every step he takes, and he may soon feel the malice of the world.

 

At this point, Xiao Lan is not going to continue the game.

 

It seems that because of the 60% probability of death bonus, far more humanoids chose to pounce on Xiao Lan than on Wu Ting's side.

 

He pressed his hands against the table and lifted it with such force that he lifted the whole table straight up, looking very rogue and unreasonable. The mahjong flew all over the place, causing the humanoids who were lunging at him to slip and fall into a heap.

 

Seeing this, the three poker players also knew that their peaceful exchange was over and got up and attacked towards Xiao Lan. The three poker players knew that their peaceful exchange was over and got up and attacked Xiao Lan, showing that if you can't fuck you at the table, you can be killed off at the table.

 

Xiao Lan was not shy about taking out [this is a poisoned dagger] and turning back to fight.

 

Xiao Lan sidestepped the male poker player's oncoming fist and backhanded him, leaving a deep slash across his featureless face.

 

If it were a person, his head would have been halfway out of his head, but unfortunately this guy wasn't a person and twisted his head around and was still alive and kicking.

 

At the same time, it was not clear what the principle of these humanoids was, as they were clearly mobile and conscious, but the dagger did not trigger a poisonous trigger when they attacked, as if they were all just a bunch of dead things.

 

Maybe it was because they were being manipulated by spirits and the daggers couldn't physically attack them, Xiao Lan speculated.

 

However, although there is no more poison, the dagger itself is still considerably sharp.

 

A single slash cut off the arms of the attacking humanoids. Xiao Lan weaves his way through the pile of humanoids, leaving a trail of twisted arms and legs in his wake with each strike, keeping the humanoids at bay.

 

Xiao Lan punches the humanoid who tries to sneak up on him, only to hear an unexpected system alert.

 

"Poverty can't limit my imagination, get [unknown child's piggy bank]"

 

[Name: Unknown Child's Savings Jar

 

[Ability: can take out unlimited coins]

 

[Note: I wonder which unscrupulous adult stole the children's savings jar]

 

Xiao Lan: "......"

 

He suspected he was being taunted by the prop.

 

With the thought that perhaps the coins would be of some use, Xiao Lan took the time to remove one in between beating up the humanoid.

 

"Gain a dollar coin and reduce poverty value by 0.1 million"

 

Xiao Lan: "......"

 

It's just a dollar coin with no special features, so why is it worth $0.1 million? Rubbish game cheating me out of my poverty value!

 

Xiao Lan dropped the thing into storage, signalling that he didn't want to talk, and backhandedly smashed the head of a hexagonal shape that had sprung up next to him.

 

As more and more figures poured through the open doorway, they made the room more and more crowded, and both Xiao Lan and Wu Ting gradually felt that they could not stretch themselves.

 

Xiao Lan took the time to ask Wu Ting: "Did you do something to stab someone's nest? How come there are so many of them."

 

Wu Ting kicked out two humanoids: "Probably jealous of how good-looking I am."

 

Xiao Lan rolled her eyes, "Jealous of what? Are you jealous that you can wear a dress?"

 

Wu Ting glanced at him, "Do you have any comments on whether you want to share one?"

 

Xiao Lan shook his head quickly, "Thank you, no thanks, a gentleman doesn't take away from others."

 

"How do you know if you don't try?" Wu Ting swept his blade out, taking out several humanoids in front of him, "Maybe it will open the door to a new world."

 

Xiao Lan grabbed the poker player girl as a weapon and threw her at the humanoid group, refusing to, "It's better to keep this door locked forever."

 

Wu Ting tsked and gave him a charming blank stare back, forgetting even the falsetto: "Superficial."

 

Don't tell me, this guy's original voice is quite suave, and I don't know why he went down such a path of no return.

 

As more and more human figures fell, a layer of arms and legs or other parts accumulated on the floor, making it difficult for all present to move.

 

Just then, the numerous doors in the walls of the room also opened.

 

With the opening of the doors came the sound of footsteps, several of which were followed by the sound of many people moving quickly towards the door.

 

There were only seven players in the game, excluding Meng Ze, who had cooled off, and Luo, who was temporarily unable to remain human, and only five players were still active, while the remaining three, apart from Xiao Lan and Wu Ting, were clearly unable to make such an imposing footstep.

 

It was certainly not friendly troops that came.

 

Xiao Lan's expression grew serious: "Is this a plan to block us in here?"

 

Wu Ting asked, "Do you have any ideas?"

 

Xiao Lan pondered for a moment, "Sort of. ...... But the effect is uncertain and the enemy is indistinguishable."

 

At Wu Ting's puzzled look, Xiao Lan took out the [canned herring with durian], "And I don't know if these things count in the creature's range, and if they don't, the only person who might get hurt is you."

 

After thinking about that sour taste, Wu Ting suddenly showed an expression of a dog thief who was afraid he was not trying to harm me.

 

Xiao Lan said, "If you have a better way, just show it, you're welcome."

 

Wu Ting had a wonderful expression on his face, rather like the desperation of "six armies not sending anything, just like turning moth eyes and dying before the horse": "Come on ......"

 

In front of Wu Ting's complex gaze, Xiao Lan pulled open his treasured [can of herring with durian].

 

In an instant, a fishy stench of fermented fish, mixed with the pungent smell of durian, filled the room, as if it had been concentrated by an unknown force and was even stronger than the original smell.

 

Where the smell passed, the chaos of human forms stalled for a moment, and all present, human or non-human, felt like they were in a gas chamber.

 

But the next moment, like cockroaches encountering insecticide, they began a mad dash at a speed Xiao Lan had never seen before, scrambling away from the gas chamber, the human forms that had gathered scattering through the maze of rooms like headless flies.

 

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In sync with them was Wu Ting, who ran uncontrollably away from Xiao Lan due to the effect of the props, vomiting as he ran: "Xiao Lan! Damn you! Oh, my God!"

 

With that, his figure faded behind a door.

 

Xiao Lan's surroundings are suddenly empty and quiet, and at the moment he is a stinker that no one wants to be friends with.

 

Except for Luo, who remains quietly behind Xiao Lan at the moment, without breath or heartbeat, standing still in the midst of tinned herring and durian.

 

Xiao Lan looks at the prop description and says "has a slight chance of attracting strange things", has Luo been classified by the prop as a strange thing?

 

There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it.

 

As the circle breaks up, Xiao Lan grabs a door that looks like a good one and leaves the mahjong room.

 

As for Wu Ting, after thinking about his final expression that was so hideous that he wanted to punch someone, it's better to ...... see him again sometime.

 

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The [Canned Herring with Durian] worked even better than expected, Xiao Lan opened several rooms in quick succession without seeing any more of these humanoids, and the way forward was incredibly smooth.

 

However a 60% risk of death is not on the table either.

 

In one room, a mobile phone was charging when it exploded as soon as Xiao Lan passed by, as if it was going to die with him.

 

It was as if a grim reaper was staring at him, looking for any hint of a possible opportunity to kill him.

 

Xiao Lan avoided these crises with a keen sense of danger and dexterity.

 

This time the door is pushed open and a different scene appears before you.

 

It is the corridor.

 

A straight corridor with a window next to it overlooking the false city. Looking down the corridor, across the room is a closed door to a room that looks ornate and different from any other room.

 

It's easy to wonder if that door is a shortcut out of the game.

 

However, Xiao Lan, who had experienced the mahjong room, was a little sceptical. The game's prompt was "Four Day End", which made it clear that it was a survival game, so would there really be a way to leave early?

 

Xiao Lan looks at the door, which looks like both a sweet hope and a nasty trap.

 

Looking out of the window, it was still stormy outside at this hour, but the night was slowly beginning to fade and dawn was not far away. Should we go back to the room we were in before and wait for dawn, or should we try this door that keeps us guessing?

 

Xiao Lan was thinking about it when a sudden sense of danger that made his scalp tingle appeared from his side.

 

Xiao Lan rolled to the ground and to the side before he had time to think about it.

 

Only then did he look up in the direction he had just been standing, only to see a face taller than his entire body appear on the wall, grinning an impish grin at him.

 

Withered and thin, one eye a sickly grey, it was - after a few days of absence - the face of the landlord.

 

The landlord's face takes up almost the entire wall, and he stares at Xiao Lan with a deadly stare, easing towards him like a projection.

 

Just as Xiao Lan stared at the alert, the landlord's face disappeared again in a flash, and the next instant the attack came from the wall behind him.

 

The distance was too close for Xiao Lan to dodge and a sharp pain came from his shoulder.

 

He turned his head to see a gash left on his shoulder that looked like it had been cut by a sharp blade, and a light flickered in the grey eyes of the landlord on the wall.

 

"Heh heh heh ......," the landlord let out a hoarse, unpleasant smile.

 

Not only can this guy teleport, he's a long-range attacker!

 

This is simply cheating!

 

Xiao Lan backhanded a dagger into the face of the wall, only to find that the landlord was like an illusory shadow, completely untouchable by the attack.

 

Before Xiao Lan can react, another attack comes, and Xiao Lan can only dodge it with all his might.

 

The landlord's speed was too fast and the corridor was not too wide, so even though Xiao Lan's senses were sharp and he tried his best to avoid any serious injuries, he was still hurt a lot.

 

There was a cut on his cheek, lining his already untanned cold white skin.

 

His body is bloodied from wounds, large and small, but Xiao Lan's movements remain agile, too much so with his back slightly bowed in a guarded position, his whole body tense and ready to strike at any moment. Like a graceful but dangerous feline predator.

 

Xiao Lan stands in the middle of the corridor staring at the landlord, his eyes sharp as knives, beads of sweat sliding down his jaw on his handsome face.

 

The combination of instantaneous movement plus the fact that the teleportation is also non-physical are particularly detrimental to him.

 

The narrower the environment, the better for teleportation, and the corridor, which is already large compared to the rest of the room, is still very narrow, making Xiao Lan's evasion very difficult.

 

It is completely ineffective against a non-physical body [it is a dagger tainted with poison].

 

If he turns on the skills to attack the spirit body, he will not be able to keep up with his opponent's speed, and similarly, if he turns on speed-type skills, he will not be able to attack his opponent.

 

Xiao Lan seemed to be in a desperate situation for a while, was this the real power of the 60% risk of death?

 

The next breath later, the attack came again and the silver light converged in the landlord's eyes, and by the time she saw this little glimmer, Xiao Lan's body was already lunging to the side faster than she could think.

 

At that moment, a bolt of lightning streaked through the clouds outside the window, instantly illuminating the entire corridor in snowy white.

 

When the lightning passed and the attack Xiao Lan was waiting for did not come, he looked in the direction of the landlord and saw that he had cancelled the attack for some reason.

 

Could it be that lightning has some kind of restraint on him?

 

Xiao Lan raises his attention, dodging the attack while waiting for the next bolt of lightning to arrive.

 

Sure enough, in the next few attacks, whenever there was lightning, the landlord's attack stopped, as if it had been interrupted by an unknown force.

 

Although he had added to his wounds and looked a little worse for wear, it was well worth trying out the landlord's weaknesses.

 

Xiao Lan wiped the blood that had trickled down to his eyes from the fresh wound on his forehead and curled his lips into an open smile at the ghostly face of his landlord.

 

Mr Landlord, 100,000 volts?

 

He thought again of the [unknown child's savings jar] he had acquired earlier.

 

Perhaps an electromagnetic cannon could also be known in passing?

 

The author has something to say.

 

Xiao Lan: Pikachu transforms, 100,000 volts!

 

Luo: Meow Meow Meow ...... (translation: Mr. Time to take his medicine ......)

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