With the distance of consciousness, Luo's ability to maintain a human form is slowly losing.
The adult man that Xiao Lan was familiar with at first became unable to maintain his body shape, and gradually returned to a black shadow. Because of the instability of power, the shadow is still constantly changing, switching between several forms.
In the end, he was in the black cat form that Xiao Lan seemed to have known before.
It's just a more unruly version of the soul painter.
Looking at the big black cat in front of her with four legs not the same length, Xiao Lan stretched out her hand and poked his furry head. Well, it turned out to be square, and this time it was more abstract and artistic than the previous one. Up.
However, it didn't turn into a pool of darkness anyway, which reduced the difficulty of work for Xiao Lan a lot, but it made him breathe a sigh of relief.
Xiao Lan stretched out her hand and tried to pick up the black cat.
Unexpectedly, Luo's body is as soft as dough now.
The hand he was dragging the black cat’s neck seemed to be a little harder, so he lifted the cat’s head directly, and pulled out a neck of about half a meter long between the head and the body, making the original very soulful scene again. It adds a hint of magic, like some rumored water monster.
Xiao Lan's mouth twitched: "Luo, your quality is not good..."
Xiao Lan hurriedly tucked Luo's neck ball back, and put his head back in place by the way.
At this time, I had to sigh for the power of non-human beings. With such a random operation, I haven't died yet, and my vitality can be said to be very tenacious.
Seeing a pool of cats on the ground, Xiao Lan was lost in thought.
Originally, he planned to carry the cat directly, but now it seems impossible. This figure is too big in his pocket, and there are few summer clothes that can’t fit into the clothes...
After a while, Xiao Lan had an idea.
He searched the debris in this room and finally found a roll of cloth of unknown origin. He tried to wrap the black cat on his back, but he didn't expect it to succeed.
The posture looked like that during the New Year, a relative who was engaged in breeding went to your house to pay a New Year greeting, and by the way, he carried a little pig that he raised as a new year's gift, full of the joy of a bumper harvest.
Except for a bit spicy eyes.
However, the pragmatist Xiao Lan didn't mind whether this picture was beautiful or not. With Luo behind his back, he pushed open the door and walked to the next room.
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Xiao Lan shuttled through the labyrinth-like room.
The layout of each room is different. It looks like a lot of people’s homes have been messed up and rubbed together. The previous one is a stable Chinese-style living room. The next second may be a second-year junior room full of posters. It might be a dirty and cramped toilet again.
The only thing in common is that the doors connecting these rooms are all the same, they are all old-fashioned, mottled and painted iron doors.
As soon 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.
In the next instant, he saw from the crack in the door that the door he had originally intended to open opened from another 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 limping as before, wandering around the room for a while with perfunctory eyes, and did not notice a person hiding behind the door.
These human figures are also wandering in some rooms, not knowing what they are looking for or just walking around.
After a while, the humanoids found no abnormality, opened another door and continued to limp away.
Xiao Lan has been advancing in this way for quite a while, evading these dangers skillfully along the way. But at this time, the windows are not visible in the room, and the clocks in each room are completely different, so it is difficult for him to judge how long it is until the fourth day has passed.
He came out of hiding and kept on going.
When he pushed open the door that he didn't know, finally, something different appeared in front of him.
It was a pure black door, the door was very tall, except for the black, there was no extra decoration on it, which seemed heavy and depressing.
This is almost blatantly telling you, 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 is a... Mahjong room.
There are many doors on the walls around the Mahjong room, and it seems that there are still many roads leading here.
Xiao Lan was a little dazed for a while, why did the mahjong tournament be mixed into the levels of this game
Is it a bit too random? !
Three faceless people were sitting at the table, their limbs and body shapes were more refined than those seen before, and they looked like two men and one woman in terms of clothing. In the room hung an incandescent lamp that was not very bright, shaking slightly, casting an unstable dappled light and shadow, this kind of light did not bring any warm feeling to the room.
There was a well-coded mahjong on the table in the middle of them, and hearing the movement of the door opening, these "people" all turned their heads towards Xiao Lan's direction.
At this time, it seemed too late to quit.
Seeing Xiao Lan hadn't walked over, the three people without facial features raised their hands and waved at him with a slow and stiff frequency, which was obviously a posture calling him to come over.
Although I don't know what kind of medicine they sell in the gourd, the most important thing 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 vacant seat. After Xiao Lan sat down, they began to skillfully rub the mahjong, which turned out to be a poker posture.
Seeing this, Xiao Lan relieved her heart and joined the game in a low-key manner.
After the shuffling of the cards, the game started quickly. Since the three opposite people had no facial features, the game was very silent, except for the crisp sound of mahjong collision.
These three humanoids have very good card skills and look like old partners who are addicted to mahjong all day long. They cooperate very well, vaguely have a posture against Xiao Lan, and have no competitive spirit.
Seeing this, Xiao Lan had a decision in heart. Since you have provoked sincerely, let you understand the card skills that made the aunts of each community shiver, and ranked first on the card list that you don't want to play together!
Less than three minutes.
"Take it yourself, Hu." Xiao Lan knocked down the card in front of her, announcing the end of this round.
The figures silently threw their chips to Xiao Lan.
"Dragon Seven is right."
The figures hesitate to throw their chips.
"All."
The hands of the figures trembled slightly.
"Thirteen Tianhu."
In the next few rounds, Xiao Lan became more and more arrogant, making people almost wonder if he was out of luck.
The bargaining chips in front of the few human figures quickly reached the bottom. Their faces without facial features looked gloomy, as if they wanted to grow facial features to give Xiao Lan a hideous expression, it was best to give him a bite.
Xiao Lan put away the pile of chips in front of him with a smile, when the system prompt that had been silent before suddenly appeared:
"Xiao Lan is addicted to gambling and is not a qualified poor person. The poverty value has decreased by 8.88 million."
Xiao Lan: "..."
Suddenly, I felt that the chips in front of me were getting hot. It seemed that if I wanted to pass the three people, I would have to win the game, but if I won, the poverty value would have to be deducted.
Xiao Lan pondered over and over again. In the face of poverty, it seemed that it was not unacceptable to choose another customs clearance method.
It's a pity that he wanted to be a good player who loves peace.
He had to change his strategy, and then it was like being suddenly possessed by the poor god, Xiao Lan lost every round at the beginning, and soon all the chips he won in his hand bottomed out.
"Lost and knowing how to return, Xiao Lan still returned to the big warm family of the poor, and the poverty value increased by 8.88 million."
[Poverty cannot limit my imagination] It's really a strict skill.
In the new round, Xiao Lan had already lost all his chips.
He watched the three human 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 at any time.
Unexpectedly, the woman opposite suddenly threw a different bargaining chip at him. Although she had no face, Xiao Lan always felt that if she had a face, her face should have a malicious smile on her face.
The chip is blood-red in color, and it seems that there is a thick blood stain on the surface that cannot be removed.
At the moment of receiving the chips, a new prompt appears:
"Get blood chips*1, the player's risk of death in the government game is increased by 5% (this item only takes effect in this game)"
Without waiting for Xiao Lan to think deeply, a new reminder followed:
"Obtain special items, increase poverty value by 1 million (this increase takes effect permanently)"
Xiao Lan's heart instantly fell into the entanglement of asking for money or death.
The risk of death is temporary, but the poverty value is permanent.
This is a vivid interpretation of what is called poverty insurance. A poverty value of 1 million in blood is very attractive, but the risk of death is very terrible.
Even though 5% doesn't seem to be much, as long as he gets more than 12, when his risk of death increases to more than 60%, it is equivalent to repeatedly jumping across the death line.
And you can get 1 in a normal game just now, if you get a big face, then it's possible to give him a dozen or twenty at a time.
At that time, he could show 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, she secretly said to herself that the blood chips cannot exceed six, and the 30% risk of death is still within his tolerance.
At the same time, the cards cannot exceed three rounds. After three rounds, even if the blood chips do not reach six, you will have to withdraw. The more you are lucky, 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 and controlled the amount of blood chips to two.
In the next round, get 1 blood chip.
It is very pleasant to account for the poverty value of 3 million.
Very good, as long as you control one or two of the same in the last round.
Xiao Lan touched the cards in her hand while observing the movements of the other three people. The woman opposite him obviously wanted to be a big beard. The man on the left seemed to be unable to make up a card for a long time, and the man on the right was only a three-stroke card to be a beard, and it was just the simplest kind of beard, which was very suitable for him. need.
Xiao Lan picked up three of them.
"boom-"
There was a huge noise, accompanied by the opening of a certain door and a group of people rushing in, and even the floor shook for a moment.
Everyone at the poker table turned their heads and looked, a group of casual human figures chasing a red-haired and black-haired figure towards this side. The red-clothed man stretched out his hand quickly and quickly in the crowd's attack. 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 Xiao Lan playing mahjong with three people, neither ghosts nor ghosts: "Fuck! In this case, you still have free time to play mahjong!!!"
Xiao Lan looked tangled: "... The situation is very complicated, it's not what you think it is anyway."
Wu Ting threw away the hand stretched out from behind: "Now you can still fight?"
Xiao Lan shook her head and did not intend to continue: "It's over, let's go... Let's..."
His voice was stuck, and the three of them were still in his hand, but because of the shock just now, one of the cards he held up fell down and was thrown to the front.
Seventy thousand, this is exactly what the woman opposite needs.
Before he could explain it was an accident, a blood chip had been thrown in front of him unreasonably.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
The total number is exactly 12, and Xiao Lan is happy to raise the risk of death by 60% and get the chance to jump repeatedly on the edge of death.
Xiao Lan: Damn it! ! !