Endless Debt.

Chapter 449 Security Words

Palmer felt that he should put aside the turmoil between himself and Woxilin, and there was another matter that needed to be resolved now.

The blazing fire outside the window continued, and the roar of the bloodthirsty was like the music of the doomsday, echoing endlessly.

But the interior looked harmonious. Zephyrin was sitting on the bed with the terrifying chainsaw and scythe between his knees, and Palmer was pressed on the chair and tied up, like a carefully bundled holiday gift. .

The light red mist filled the room, and under the refraction of the dim light, it created a soft pink atmosphere, but Palmer couldn't feel the slightest beauty, and he would inhale a large amount of poison every time he breathed.

It's over, it's over.

Palmer threw his head back, trying to hold back the tears.

Are you really an unlucky ghost?Why did he sleep so dead, why didn't he even notice the enemy's invasion? Forget about it, why was he still captured? The worst thing is, it's not good to be captured by anyone, but he was actually captured by the Night Clan.

What a shame and humiliation that the heir of the dignified Krex family was captured by the sworn enemy, the Night Clan!

If Palmer was a guy with excessive self-esteem, he might have committed suicide by biting his tongue now... Fortunately, Palmer didn't care much about this, so he turned his eyes back to Zephyrin, thinking about the vitality.

"It's not a big problem, Palmer, I haven't seen such a big storm..."

Palmer comforted himself from the bottom of his heart. It was not like he had never encountered a situation more fatal than the one before him, so why panic.

No matter how bad it is, you have to believe in your gift!What if I got lucky?

For example... For example, a meteorite fell from the sky and happened to kill Zefeilin, but he survived...

"Hey! I'm asking you something, why are you in a daze?"

Zephyrin slapped Palmer again, wantonly ravaging Palmer, "Bologo Krax? I don't think there is such a person in Krax's family?"

This operation is extremely important. The list of the Crakes family has long been engraved in Zeffilin's mind. She can be sure that this guy in front of her is definitely lying to herself.

"You boy, it should be Palmer?"

Zephyrin pinched Palmer's face. As the son of Vaughn, Palmer was at the top of the list. The person in front of him who called himself Bologo looked very similar to Palmer...he was definitely Palmer Merle Clarks.

Palmer made a final protest, "No, I'm not."

Zephyrin frowned, "What are you doing?"

"No...it's nothing, I suffer from facial paralysis and need to move my facial muscles."

Palmer grimaced vigorously, hoping that in this stupid way, Zephyrin would not recognize himself.

With another crisp slap, half of Palmer's face was numb. Ewha looked at Zeffilin rainingly. Facing the honest Palmer, Zefeilin confirmed again.

"You really are Palmer."

The Ye Clan conducted a very detailed investigation on the Krex family. Although they did not live in the Fengyuan Heights in recent years, Palmer was also within the scope of the investigation. Information with a low level of secrecy within the bureau.

For example, Palmer's bad work attitude, and his disgusting style.

At first, Zephyrin was a little unsure that she had captured the heir of the Krex family so easily, but when Palmer grimaced stupidly, she knew that she had caught a big fish.

Ruined.

Palmer groaned in his heart, and he began to pray for off-field assistance, hoping that someone would find his unlucky self as soon as possible.

"May I ask you something? How to get to Fengjiao."

"Wind cellar?"

Speaking of the wind cellar, all the wild thoughts in Palmer's mind disappeared, and his mourning expression turned serious. At this moment, he has a bit of the determination of a field worker.

"Your goal is indeed the "Dawn Oath"."

"Otherwise? Who would attack this ghostly place of yours without incident?"

Zephyrin stood up slowly, with the deadly chainsaw and scythe stuck aside, she grabbed Palmer's hair and pulled him up forcefully, taking advantage of the opportunity to punch Palmer's abdomen hard.

Attacks of this level in the past had little effect on Palmer, but under the influence of the poison, the slight pain was magnified several times. Palmer gritted his teeth, but his body still trembled and convulsed uncontrollably.

He felt he had been hit by a car.

"Ha ha……"

Palmer lowered his head, panting heavily, his saliva mixed with blood left all over the floor.

Zeffilin said, "I'm pretty good at interrogating people. It's better for you not to resist. It's better for you and me."

"Is...is it this fog?" Palmer ignored Zefeilin's words, but analyzed the situation, "Will this fog affect my nerves?"

Numbness of the body, dizziness from time to time, and even hallucinations... There are many negative effects attached to this mist, which are not constructed by the secret energy of the sublimation person at the first stage. From this, it can be judged that Zephyrin's rank is at least in the prayer position. Believers go up.

"Thinking about a strategy?" Zephyrin took out a small bag from his waist, "Then you'd better think about it quickly."

Zeffilin opened the small bag, and took out one after another strangely shaped metal products under Palmer's gaze. Palmer's expression was still calm at first, but after the assortment of small torture instruments were placed on the bed, , no matter how determined her heart was, her face turned pale from being frightened at this moment.

"Stop it! Stop it!"

Palmer screamed as he thought of ways to delay the attack.

He couldn't figure it out.

"This is not good! We have only known each other for a few minutes, and we have played so big!" Palmer spoke bad words skillfully, hoping that his comedy talent would be able to infect Zeffilin, "It's better to start with the familiar How did the other party start?"

Zephyrin ignored Palmer. She skillfully stabbed a barbed metal handle into Palmer's abdomen. Palmer nearly passed out.

"Well, hello, I'm Borogo Krax, how about you?"

Even so, Palmer still gathered his strength and beamed at Zephyrin, as if he was really ready to make friends under such a hellish situation.

In fact... it's not impossible, Palmer and the night clan lord are called brothers, and getting acquainted with Zephyrin should not be a problem.

Zephyrin frowned slightly and twisted his wrist.

Visible to the naked eye, Palmer's face turned pale for a moment, but he still pretended to be calm, and said to Zephyrin solemnly, "I can understand the orientation of the minority, but I think we should consult the other party before implementing it." Opinions, mutual respect, don’t you think so?”

Zeffilin let go of his hand, and took out another torture tool that was bent like a hook, with a somewhat troubled expression on his face.

In the past, under the torment of Zephyrin, the enemy basically couldn't last long. Even if there was a strong willpower, they would show the expression of struggling but on the verge of collapse.

The feeling of entanglement and struggle brought Zeffilin an indescribable sense of joy, and he really didn't want to admit it, but Zephyrin could indeed derive bursts of satisfaction and joy from torturing his enemies.

This kind of torture was different for Palmer. Zephyrin didn't feel the slightest sense of satisfaction. Instead, he felt that Palmer was noisy, as if he was slaughtering a duck with a hard mouth. Still chirping endlessly.

Seeing the new instruments of torture, this time Palmer felt that he really couldn't bear it anymore. Before, he could comfort himself with the iron-blooded will of the field staff, but now he really can't take it anymore.

The moment Zephyrin approached, Palmer pulled up his only strength and jumped up, trying to knock Zephyrin down, but he still overestimated himself.

Under the influence of the fierce poison, Palmer not only couldn't raise his strength, but his moment soul threshold was also corrupted and broken through. He couldn't even mobilize the ether.

Palmer, unable to stand up, fell sideways with the chair, wriggling awkwardly on the floor, trying to stay away from Zephyrin.

Seeing the heir of the Krex family begging for mercy at his feet, Zephyrin laughed abruptly. From Palmer's point of view, this smile was like a perverted murderer getting excited.

He felt that Zephyrin must have something in common with Burlogo.

"I... I know Cerre! Cerre Villeris! Lord of the Night Race!"

Palmer tried to save his life by changing his identity, but the strange thing was that they were all from the Night Clan, and after hearing Thurley's name, Zeffilin's expression became gloomy, with awe-inspiring killing intent.

what's up?So Lei, are you so unpopular among the Night Clan?

Palmer screamed inwardly. That night he was knocked out by Vorne and taken away without hearing the story told by Vonn.

"Wait a minute, at least...at least set a safe word! What if it really kills me!"

Palmer struggled to squirm towards the door, not forgetting to say bad words to delay time.

Zephyrin ignored Palmer, picked up the chainsaw and scythe in one hand, and the hook torture tool in the other, and then it was time for pleasant torture.

"Sunshine! What do you think of that word!"

In this case, Palmer can only compete verbally, "What about the silverware? I think the silverware is pretty good too!"

The chainsaw and scythe smashed into Palmer's head, leaving a thin line of blood on his cheek.

"Help!"

Palmer broke down completely, screaming uncontrollably, countless names flashed through his mind, and finally he called the most reliable name.

"Help! Burrog!"

Before the words fell, the passionate etheric reaction rose, and Zeffilin decisively pulled out the chainsaw and scythe and turned around to defend, but she was still too late.

The silver battering ram smashed through the wall without slowing down in the slightest, and slammed directly on Zeffilin's body, driving Zeffilin to smash through the walls one after another behind him, and was buried deep in the ruins.

In the gap of the collapse, a slender flame flashed, like a burnt fuse, the red mercury completely detonated, and the blazing fire erupted to the end of the ruins, and the surging fire scattered and escaped.

A familiar figure came out of the gap in the wall, and Burrog looked at Palmer, who was tied up, and asked in confusion, "Did you call me just now?"

Palmer froze for two seconds, then shook his head.

"No... I'm calling safe words."

(End of this chapter)