Endless Debt.

Chapter 623 Take a Short Breath
The entire chessboard car was swallowed by the flood, and in the tumbling waves, Irwin could even see a small silver fish passing by. He tried to maintain his balance, moved his body little by little, and walked towards Cinderella.

Erwin encouraged, "Hold on!"

"Ok!"

Cinderella responded with difficulty, the icy sea water was rapidly depriving her of body temperature, her hands gradually lost color, and she lost consciousness, but even so, Cinderella still clung to Hart's fur, trying to maintain her figure in the torrent.

Now the lives of all the people in the car are in the hands of Cinderella. Once she loses the dice in her hand, the game will lose the key props to continue advancing.

While Irving tried his best to lean 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 the wall. Move the door.

Under the repeated washing of the torrent, Hart's head had completely sank to the bottom of the water, and it was bubbling at the moment. Burrog ignored Palmer's screams, and only hoped that Hart would not be so easily die.

Irwin's exclamation suddenly sounded, "Bologo!"

"I saw!"

Burrogo responded loudly, under the pressure of the torrent, Hart's body was moving at the door, and soon he would no longer be stuck in the door, and Cinderella would be rushed into the back compartment with him.

This damn game is changing too fast. If the previous events still correspond to the story of "Night Hunter" and add a lot of sense of substitution, now the game is obviously developing in the direction of magicism, no Speaking of any realistic logic, only this simple and brutal method can obtain the strongest sensory stimulation.

"I can't catch it anymore!"

Cinderella's body heaved and fell in the torrent, seawater poured into her mouth and nose, and the painful cough continued.

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

Cinderella's hand is moving away from Hart's fur little by little. You know that Hart is not good at maintaining his fur. It is not easy for Cinderella to hold it for so long.

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

"Roll the dice!"

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

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

"It's your turn! Irving!"

Irwin raised his hand to catch the dice thrown by Amy. He was the last one, and only when Irwin rolled the dice could a new round of events unfold. Throw the dice back.

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

The sea water flooded the chessboard, but it couldn't affect the objects on the chessboard. The scarlet slender blood arms waved like extended slender spider legs. The white gull grabbed the pile of cards, and the cards rubbed against each other, making a clear shuffling sound.

"It's over!"

Cinderella couldn't wait for a new round of incidents, she pulled off a lot of black fluff, her whole body was engulfed by the sea, and she crashed into the next carriage, almost instantly, the sea completely engulfed her.

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

Burlogo read this part in the first draft, Irwin was a seaman for a while, and he hammered his captain on a stormy night, and he jumped into the sea with a lot of banknotes, and I don’t know how long he swam Then, it was washed ashore again.

Irwin went to rescue Cinderella, and Burlogo turned his head and began to draw cards, praying for an event card to turn the situation around, or to try Palmer's bad luck, and another flush toilet would be nice.

The idea is good, but the reality is a bit harsh. The water level rises rapidly, and Burlogo has already floated up, his head is about to reach the roof of the car, and there is less and less room for breathing.

Under the surface of the water, the white gull was still excitedly playing with the deck of cards, waiting for others to draw cards. Bologo took a deep breath, took a deep breath, and dived in, struggling to swim to the chess table. Randomly took one from the water.

It surfaced again, leaving less and less space for the few people to move around. Palmer even started talking nonsense, with his hands still holding Hart's head in his hands to prevent this guy from drowning to death, but from Hart Judging from Te's ups and downs, it would be better to let Hart die happily.

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

"Misfortunes do not come singly!"

The white gull screamed excitedly, followed by dense friction sounds from all directions, as if thousands of snakes were entangled in the carriage outside, the hard scales scraped against the metal, and the sharp and high-frequency sound was heard in the airtight compartment. Echoes endlessly in the space.

Palmer's face turned pale, and the appearance of the others was not much better. People looked at each other until Palmer broke the dead silence again.

"Bologo...do you remember that movie we saw not long ago?"

Palmer swallowed his saliva as he spoke, and Burlogo nodded. He still remembered the movie, and even the plot was very clear, because it was a low-budget horror movie, and the plot was extremely simple. massacre.

Burrog said, "It's called a . . . python or something?"

Palmer nodded numbly, the next moment the friction sound became louder, and then pythons came in one after another through the gap, and the silvery figures danced wildly in the water.

"What have you been looking at all day!"

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

The resistance brought by the torrent was so great that even Bologo could hardly swing his sword calmly to kill these pythons. He even never imagined that his luck would be so bad, and he would get vicious incidents again and again.

"Palmer! Go draw a card!"

Burrog swam to Palmer's side with all his might. Even with such a short distance, quite a few pythons bit Burrog's body, leaving bite marks on his body.

The human blood and the python's blood were mixed together, diluted in the turbulent flow, and thrown behind each carriage.

Burrog reached out and took Hart, hugged him, stepped on the water, and tried his best to surface. As for the boa constrictors that gnawed on their bodies, Burrog had no time to take care of them.

Palmer took a deep breath and plunged headlong into the water. As soon as he sank, Palmer began to regret it. Groups of pythons piled up under the surface of the water, like a school of angry fish, and they surrounded the chess table. The white gull's laughter continued and echoed under the water surface, the sound was vague and deep, like heavy drumbeats, beating the eardrums.

Palmer's perception became dull as his body gradually lost temperature, and a tingling pain came from his body. The python wrapped around his body, and some were crawling towards his throat.

Palmer tore off a few boa constrictors casually, their teeth were pulled out from the wounds, and bloodstains were scraped out along the way. There was no time to care about the pain in the body. Palmer mustered up his courage and stretched his hands into the snakes Here, regardless of the blood on his hands from being bitten, he forcibly paved a way out of the snakes.

As the snakes bit their bodies and their ears were filled with shrill whimpers, Palmer never thought he would be part of the movie in this way.

With his arms stretched and straightened with all his strength, Palmer reached out and grabbed a certain card.

"Short respite!"

The voice of the white gull was heard clearly, and at the same time, the carriage shook violently again. Through the turbid seawater, Palmer could barely see the changes on the chessboard, and the Dawn, which had sunk into the sea, gradually rose up.

Correspondingly, the influx of sea water stopped in reality, and Palmer was struggling to surface with an unknown number of pythons hanging from his body.

"Haha! Lucky Palmer!"

While Palmer was cheering, Burlogo kicked open the car window, and most of the Dawn had surfaced. The moment the car window opened, a large amount of seawater rushed out with the pythons engulfed in it.

Amyu asked, "Are we saved?"

"I don't think so."

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

The teasing of the Desire Witch is far from over, and Bologo can only continue to shout.

"Whose turn is it!"

(End of this chapter)