Endless Debt.

Chapter 611 Wishes and Traps

The light disappeared, and the hustle and bustle left with it. The darkness was like a rising tide, completely engulfing Hart, and dragging him into the deep sea.

Even though he was protected by dense hair, Hart still felt the coldness that penetrated into the bone marrow in an instant. The temperature of his body dropped sharply, and layers of thin frost condensed on his body surface. Looking around, what caught his eyes was darkness or darkness. , and nothing else.

Hart yelled other people's names in horror, and the sound came into the darkness, only the echo of the same rumble was delayed, as if the moment Hart picked up the card, he was exiled to another world, In a world of loneliness, death, and only him.

Can't see anything, nothing.

Hart knelt on the ground, touching the cold ground with both hands indiscriminately. The touch was hard and smooth, like the ground made of marble. He groped and crawled forward in the darkness like a blind man.

The scale of time is in chaos. One second, Hart feels that he has just moved forward for a few minutes, but the next second he feels that he has spent months here.

The senses were completely distorted, and the solid will was also full of cracks under the cold darkness. Hart began to go mad and roar. He tried to rebuke the darkness with the loudest voice, but it was like roaring in front of an echoing wall. After a few seconds, A thicker roar came from the darkness.

Darkness roared at him.

Just before the long and strange dark years completely crushed Hart's mind, Hart saw a glimmer of light rising in the darkness.

As if seeing a life-saving straw, Hart ran towards the light, which was the only light he had seen in the past few weeks and months.

The figure slammed into the light and smashed open a door.

In an instant, the footsteps of the crowd, the humming of car engines, the screeching whistle, the singing from the street radio... Countless voices gathered together and turned into a noisy torrent washing over Hart.

He hadn't heard such a sound for a long time, and his expression was a little dazed. His ears couldn't adapt to the sudden noise, and there were bursts of stinging pain, but such stinging pain almost made Hart shed tears.

Not sure what happened, but Hart finally escaped from that dark world, he remembers... he remembers before the dark world...

What happened before?
Just when Hart was trapped in a vague memory, Hart noticed the pool of water in front of him, and what was reflected in the mirror was no longer the furry beast, but a real person.

Hart squatted down slowly, staring at himself in the water, his breathing gradually became faster, and finally he laughed wildly.

He shed the fur of the beast and turned back into a human being. Looking at this face in the water, Hart almost forgot his original appearance.

Passers-by cast their gazes one after another, looking at this strange guy curiously, but after a few glances, everyone looked away. Guys like this are very common in Opos, and you can meet so few people every day.

Hart's cheeks were flushed with excitement, but before he could enjoy this moment of happiness, he felt numbness and itching all over his body, as if countless beetles were crawling all over his body.

The muscles of the body began to swell, strands of black hair emerged from the pores, Hart deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his body began to turn into a beast in the painful struggle.

"No... no no!"

Hart finally turned back into a human being. He didn't want to regain the body of a beast, but just like fate teased him, after a short period of bliss, there was even greater despair.

The crowd stopped suddenly, and countless eyes fell on Hart in unison, as if admiring a freak show performed on the street.

Hart heard the low and dense murmur, the crowd looked at him and whispered, he could hear every word they said, they were laughing at themselves, pitying themselves, their eyes were as dazzling as the sun, falling on Hart's body almost burned through his fur.

At a certain moment, the crowd burst into laughter, rushing forward with a curiosity-seeking mentality. The great sense of shame and humiliation made Hart furious. He raised his hand and hammered off the heads of several passers-by, but more passers-by still rushed forward. When they came up, they didn't attack Hart, they just laughed at him.

The cars on the street also stopped one after another. The drivers rolled down their windows, imitating the roar of wild animals, and then laughed and honk their horns. The sound of horns one after another, like gunshots, penetrated Hart's body , I remembered that I took out the camera, the flash was like the muzzle of a gun, and Hart was riddled with holes.

Hart fled to the alley covered in blood, but the people did not let him go, but followed closely behind him, mocking Hart's body loudly, clamoring to put him in the circus and zoo.

The figure of the beast was rampaging in the steel and concrete jungle, and Hart couldn't find a way out.

……

"Hart! Hart!"

Palmer threw himself on Hart, shaking Hart's head vigorously, but no matter how Palmer called, Hart didn't have the slightest intention of waking up.

Hart's eyes were closed tightly, and his whole body twitched intermittently. He seemed to be enduring a terrible nightmare, his hands clenched into fists like a pair of hard hammers.

"Stop barking, he can't hear you."

Gould's voice sounded from above, and he looked at Hart pitifully, "He was captured by the Sorceress, and he is in the purgatory of torture."

There was a bit of tremor in the gentle voice. Gould had experienced the same thing, and he understood the suffering that Hart was going through at this moment.

Sublimation people have extraordinary power, enough to sweep thousands of armies, but no matter how powerful a person is, there is an irreparable gap in his heart-this cannot be filled by extraordinary power.

The Witch of Desire will not harm your body, but will wantonly destroy your spirit, expanding that small hole into a crack that is difficult to heal.

"what should I do!"

Palmer looked up at Gould, and at this moment he understood why Gould fell into a coma and failed to wake up, and now Hart fell into the same predicament as Gould.

"sorry, I do not know."

Gould shook his head, until now he was still sealed in the frame of the card, Bologo's choice was only to free him from the torture of purgatory, and now they are still in the Paradise, the game is not over yet.

"Game...game!"

Cinderella stood up. This big-hearted girl had extra courage. She yelled at Bai Gull's head, "Where is the rule book! You should give me a rule book!"

"That's right! Where's the rule book!"

Aimiao suddenly realized that they had played this board game before, and when it was alienated into a real game, they had preconceived ideas and thought they understood this game.

What they are doing now is not a limited deluxe version, but a real version of the devil's special offer!

The white gull was silent for a moment, then its head trembled violently, and then it spat out a blood-stained rule book.

Regardless of the blood on the rule book, Cinderella quickly searched for the answer, and finally she found the details about the erosion card on the card type introduction page.

"He has three means of escape, one is to break through the nightmare and actively break free."

The first one is obviously difficult. Overcoming the shadow in your heart is not an easy task, no matter for anyone.

"The second way is to wait for the number of rounds. The effect of the erosion card is not permanent. It will only last for a few rounds, but the duration of the round depends on the will of the target. The more determined, the fewer the number of rounds affected, and vice versa. As well."

Palmer checked Hart, pushing his eyes away, staring blankly.He couldn't find a countdown to the number of rounds.

"What about the third?" asked Burlogo.

"Wish card."

Cinderella continued, "In the original game, there is no such type of card."

"Take it as a devil's version of the special," Palmer said, picking up a rag and shoving it into Hart's mouth so he wouldn't bite off his own tongue. "What's the effect?"

"Depending on the number of throwing points, you can make different levels of wishes. If you succeed..."

Cinderella's voice paused, and she looked at Irving, and so did the others, all focusing on him.

"All wishes will be granted," she said.

Burrog came over, took the rule book, and confirmed the rule with his own eyes. As Cinderella said, this is the effect of the wish card.

wish fulfillment.

Others suspected that Irving wanted to use the wish card to achieve immortality, but Burlogo understood that this was just a coincidence, and Irving had no way of deciding what the devil would play with them, let alone Irving, as the original author, this was his second play This is derived from the board game.

What Bologo really cares about is that the limit of this wish card is too few, it just needs to throw points, no proof of value, no soul transaction, just a little bit of luck...

As long as you are lucky enough, you have the ability to claim eternal life.

Bologo felt that this was not a wish card at all, but an evil trap card.

(End of this chapter)