Endless Debt

The entire chessboard carriage was swallowed up by the flood. In the rolling waves, Irwin could even see a small silvery fish flashing past. He tried hard to maintain his balance, moved his body little by little, and walked towards Cinderella.

Irwin encouraged, "Hang in there!"

"Um!"

Cinderella struggled to respond. The cold seawater was quickly taking away her body temperature. Her hands were gradually losing blood and feeling. But even so, Cinderella still clung to Hart's down, trying to maintain her figure in the rapids.

Now the lives of everyone in the car are tied to Cinderella's hands. Once she loses the dice in her hand, the game will lose a key prop to continue to advance.

While Irwin tried hard to move towards Cinderella, Bologo also recovered from the impact. He was pressed against the wall by the water flow, but with his excellent physical fitness, he still had a certain ability to move and slowly moved towards Move the door.

Under the repeated wash of the rapids, Hart's head had completely sunk to the bottom of the water, and was bubbling at the moment. Bologna ignored Palmer's shrill screams, hoping that Hart would not be so easily die.

Irwin's exclamation suddenly sounded, "Bologo!"

"I saw!"

Boluogo responded loudly. Under the torrent, Hart's body was moving at the door. Soon he would no longer be stuck in the door, and Cinderella would be rushed into the car behind him together with him.

This damn game is changing so fast. If all the previous events still corresponded to the story of "Night Hunter" and added a lot of sense of immersion, now this game is obviously developing in the direction of magicalism, no Regardless of any realistic logic, only this simple and crude method can be used to obtain the strongest sensory stimulation.

"I can't catch it!"

Cinderella's body rose and fell in the rapids, seawater poured into her mouth and nose, and her painful coughs continued.

Looking at Cinderella's miserable state, Irwin remembered that this stubborn guy who was obsessed with watching whales couldn't swim at all.

Cinderella's hand was gradually moving away from Hart's fur. Knowing that Hart took good care of his fur, it was very difficult for Cinderella to be able to hold it for so long.

Different ideas battled in Cinderella's mind for a few seconds, and she made a decisive decision.

"Roll the dice!"

Cinderella shouted and threw the dice in her hand with all her strength. The dice passed over Irwin's head, crossed the icy torrent, and landed on the chessboard accurately.

Before Irwin had time to admire the girl's throwing accuracy, Aimu, who was struggling to maintain his figure at the chess table, grabbed the dice and threw it towards Irwin.

"It's your turn! Irwin!"

Irwin raised his hand to catch the dice thrown by Aimu. He was the last person. Only Irwin rolled the dice and a new round of events could unfold. But right now, he had more important things to do. Irwin didn't even look at it. Throw the dice back.

The dice hit the chessboard, the white gull counted the points, and then let out that familiar, circus clown-like laugh.

The sea water flooded the chessboard, but it could not affect the objects on the board at all. The scarlet blood-slender arms waved like extended slender spider legs. The white gull grabbed the deck of cards, and the cards rubbed against each other, making a clear shuffling sound.

"It's over!"

Cinderella couldn't wait for another round of events. She pulled off a lot of black down, and her whole body was enveloped by the sea water, and she crashed into the next car. Almost instantly, the sea water swallowed her completely.

Irwin could no longer move forward cautiously. He quickly took off his coat, plunged into the water, and swam forward quickly, as nimble as a shark.

Borrogo had read this part in the first draft. Irwin had been a sailor for a period of time, and he also killed his captain with a hammer on a stormy night. He jumped into the sea with a lot of money and swam for who knows how long. Later, it washed ashore again.

Irwin went to rescue Cinderella, while Bologger turned around and started drawing cards, praying for an event card to turn the situation around, or to try Palmer's bad luck and a flush toilet.

The idea was good, but the reality was a bit harsh. The water surface rose rapidly. Boluogo was already floating. His head was about to hit the roof of the car, and there was less and less room to breathe.

Under the water, the white gull was still playing with the deck of cards excitedly, waiting for others to draw cards. Boluogo took a deep breath, held his breath, and then dived in. He swam hard to the chess table, in the turbid darkness. I randomly took one from the water.

When it surfaced again, there was less and less space left for a few people to move. Palmer even started to talk nonsense, and he was still holding Hart's head in his hand to prevent this guy from drowning, but from then on, Hart Judging from Turner's ups and downs, it would be better for Hart to die happily.

Boluogo blinked hard, trying to see clearly what card he had drawn, but before he could look carefully, the card in his hand turned into a puff of black smoke and disappeared.

"Misfortune never comes singly!"

The white gull screamed excitedly, and then dense friction sounds came from all directions, as if there were thousands of snakes wrapping around the car outside. The hard scales scraped against the metal, and sharp, high-frequency sounds were heard in the airtight seal. echoed endlessly in the space.

Palmer's face turned pale, and the others looked no better. People looked at each other until Palmer broke the silence again.

"Bologo...do you remember the movie we watched not long ago?"

Palmer swallowed as he spoke, and Bologo nodded. He still remembered the movie, and even the plot was very clear, because it was a low-cost horror movie with an extremely simple plot. massacre.

Boluogo said, "It's called... Python or something?"

Palmer nodded numbly, and the next moment the friction sound became louder, and then one after another pythons got in through the gaps, their silver figures dancing wildly in the water.

"What have you been watching all day?"

Aimu screamed immediately, swung the dagger randomly, and cut open the bodies of the pythons. The blood blended into the water, which aroused the wildness of the pythons. They swam harder and bit at others. , the water surface boiled in an instant.

The resistance brought by the rapids was so great that even Boluogo could not swing his sword calmly to kill these pythons. He never imagined that his luck would be so bad, and he would be exposed to vicious incidents again and again.

"Palmer! Go and draw the card!"

Burlogo swam hard to Palmer's side. Even at such a short distance, many pythons bit Burlogo's body, leaving bite marks on his body.

Human blood and python blood were mixed together, diluted in the turbulence, and thrown behind the carriages.

Boluogo reached out and took Hart, held him in the water, and tried his best to surface. As for the pythons biting his body, Boluogo had no time to care about them.

Palmer took a deep breath and dove into the water. As soon as he sank in, Palmer began to regret it. Groups of pythons piled up under the water, like a school of angry fish. They surrounded the chess table. The laughter of the white gulls continued and echoed under the water. The sound was vague and deep, like a heavy drum beating the eardrums.

The gradually hypothermic body made Palmer's senses dull. A series of stinging pains hit his body. Pythons wrapped around his body, and some were crawling towards his throat.

Palmer casually tore off a few pythons, and their teeth were pulled out from the wounds, leaving streaks of blood. He had no time to care about the physical pain. Palmer mustered up his courage and reached into the snakes with his hands. There, regardless of the blood on his hands from being bitten, he forcefully opened a path from the snakes.

The snakes bit at the body, and the sharp low roar filled the ears. Palmer never thought that he would become a part of the movie in this way.

Extending his arms as straight as he could, Palmer reached out and grabbed a certain card.

"A brief respite!"

The sound of the white gull reached his ears clearly, and at the same time, the carriage shook violently again. Through the turbid water, Palmer could barely see the changes on the chessboard, and the Dawn that sank into the sea gradually rose to the surface.

Correspondingly, the intrusion of seawater stopped in reality, and Palmer struggled to surface with countless pythons hanging on his body.

"Haha! Lucky Palmer!"

While Palmer was cheering, Bologo kicked open the car window, and most of the Dawn had surfaced. The moment the car window was opened, a large amount of seawater rushed out, carrying the pythons.

Aimu asked, "Are we considered saved?"

"I don't think so."

Boluogo shook his head, and the water level dropped rapidly, but when it dropped to his chest again, it stopped falling because the Dawn's ascent stopped at this moment.

The pleasure witch's teasing was far from over, and Boluogo could only continue shouting.

"Whose turn is it!"