Cataclysm: Precognition system vs. luck system

Chapter 200

The three people behind the wall waited for a long time and didn't see any other yellow birds before they walked out.

Zhao Baimeng looked at the messy post-war scene and felt heartbroken.

She didn't expect that the black team members she was so optimistic about were still unable to defeat the poor Si Tiantian!

Bah, now Si Tiantian is no longer poor, and has become the daughter of the richest man in Hangzhou. She has become the poor guy, and she was suddenly filled with grief.

Si Tiantian noticed her gaze and raised her eyes with a sweet smile, "Why are you looking at me like that? If someone didn't know, they would think you were going to fall in love with me after I showed off my might."

Zhao Baimeng gritted his teeth and cursed the narcissistic girl in his heart, with a look of resentment on his face, "Didn't we agree on a slow development? Why did you rush out so quickly just now?"

Si Tiantian stood up, patted her clothes, and said casually, "We have ready-made supplementary food. This is called being flexible in responding to special circumstances."

"Why, are you upset because your teammates from the same faction were sent away? Then how about sending you away too so she can keep her company? We can catch up with her before it's too late and maybe even end up in the same dungeon."

Zhao Baimeng immediately became timid and shrank his neck. "No, no need. This dungeon is pretty good now. I can't waste 3000 ghost notes."

Si Tiantian raised the corner of her mouth, knowing that the coward didn't dare, and then turned to look at Fatty Pan who was running towards her.

"What did you find?"

Fatty Pan grinned happily, "Hey, sweet sister, I found a wooden box in that room. Inside are three apples, two small pears, three bottles of water, a medium-sized pot, and a packet of chicken essence. We can finally cook our potato stew with beef."

That’s why they say eating black food tastes so good. There are really a lot of these things!

Strong man number three came over, clutching a stack of white cards, and said flatteringly, "Sweetie, I picked these up from the room and scattered in the hallway. They must have fallen from the bodies of the players who were sent away."

Si Tiantian immediately became interested and reached out to take the pictures and look at them one by one.

"The total number of red team members is 16."

"There are three tricky teammates on the white team."

"Tearing off the name tag to reveal the faction label has a certain chance to summon nearby spooky teammates."

"There's a male player named Jiang in the black team."

"There's a big-eyed girl named Tong in the White Team."

"That bastard is from the White Team."

"There's a fat guy on the red team."

"Team Black has a 1.98 meter giant."

......

There are 15 cards in total, and the last few cards all contain the surnames or characteristic hints of a player from the three camps.

Fatty Pan leaned over and watched from beginning to end, his expression gradually becoming odd. "Could it be that in this instance, you have to look for small cards to prompt you to find your teammates?"

From the clues on these small cards, he got a glimpse of the correct way to play the game for the first time!

Look at how they play now, violently tearing off name tags, killing enemies without distinguishing them, mantis stalking the cicada, while the oriole is scheming and killing the players behind...

They turned a good brain game into a violent fighting game with difficulty +N.

All four heads were stunned, but now that it had come to this, there was nothing else they could do but continue with the violence.

Si Tiantian put the small card away and put it in her pocket, then coughed lightly, "Fatty Pan, let's prepare the beef stew with potatoes first. Almost twelve hours have passed, and it should be evening already. After eating, you can rest well. We won't be moving at night."

"okay."

Fatty Pan walked into the empty room opposite with a wooden box in his arms, smiling, ready to show off his skills.

Half an hour later, the four of them gathered around the pot in the middle, which was bubbling with bubbles, and the aroma of stewed beef with potatoes was completely released.

Not only Si Tiantian and the other three who were gathered around the pot were craving for it, but a group of people in a few rooms away also became craving after smelling the aroma.

"Who released the poison so late at night?"

"Beef stew with potatoes, who the hell can eat so well in a game?"

"Brother Song, should we go over and take a look?"

The leader, Brother Song, was a muscular man standing at 1.98 meters tall. He made people feel fear and awe at the first sight. So, just based on his appearance, he temporarily gathered together a group of more than ten players who were not sure whether they were from the same camp.

As his stomach was rumbling, he naturally agreed to go and take a look.

So a group of people followed the smell and came over.

At this moment, Si Tiantian and the other three were using chopsticks carved out of wood to scoop potatoes and beef directly from the pot and were eating happily.

"It seems like someone is coming?"

Fatty Pan suddenly stood up, and the piece of beef he had just grabbed fell back into the pot.

"Never mind, just keep eating."

Can you throw away the pot and give up the meat at this moment?

Si Tiantian ate more and more vigorously. She had felt extremely hungry twice since entering this game copy, so she was having a stress response at the moment and would not stop until her stomach was full.

"Oh."

Although Fatty Pan responded, he, Strong Man No. 3, and Zhao Baimeng were not as carefree as Si Tiantian. Although they were also eating, they were not as happy as before. The speed of picking up the chopsticks became obviously slower, and their eyes were still vigilantly looking towards the door.

Si Tiantian was of course happy that there were no three people actively grabbing the meat, and she ate more happily without reminding them.

"It's right here, Brother Song. The fragrance comes from this room."

An excited voice was heard, followed by a lot of happy voices, and then a group of people led by Brother Song walked in from the door.

When Zhao Baimeng saw the height and muscles of the man, his eyes lit up and he recalled the tip written on one of the small white cards just now, "The black team has a 1.98 meter tall giant."

This person must be her teammate from the Black Team.

So are all the people coming with him members of their black team?

Fatty Pan and Strong Man No. 3 obviously thought of it as well, and their faces changed.

"Ah, Brother Song, there really are players stewing meat here..."

Next to the giant stood a skinny man named Shashasha, with a pointed face and monkey cheeks, who looked like a traitor. He stared at the pots of the four people with green eyes, then walked in arrogantly with a haughty tone.

"Hey, would you four like to join Brother Song's team? We are all fellow flower growers from all corners of the world, and we should help each other in the game. With Brother Song here to protect you, I guarantee that no one will dare to hurt you. So, are you tempted to join?

Once you join our team, we're a family. Everything in our team is distributed equally. Your pot of meat and the things in the wooden box on the ground are yours to share. Let's eat them together. We won't hold anything against you for eating them before."

He chattered away, seemingly completely unaware of Si Tiantian and the others joining him. He then turned and waved happily toward the giant Song Ge and the other players, "Come here! These are the four new players who have joined us. Thanks to them, we're having meat tonight."