The light disappeared, along with the hustle and bustle. The darkness was like a rising tide, completely enveloping Hart and being swept back into the deep sea.
Even though his whole body was protected by dense hair, Hart still felt the coldness that penetrated into his bones for a moment. The temperature of his body dropped sharply, and layers of light frost condensed on the surface of his body. When he looked around, he saw nothing but darkness.
, nothing else.
Hart yelled the names of others in horror, and the sound was transmitted into the darkness. Only the same booming echo came belatedly, as if the moment Hart picked up the card, he was exiled to another world, another world.
In a world of loneliness, death, and only him.
Can't see anything, nothing.
Hart knelt on the ground and touched the cold ground randomly with his hands. It felt hard and smooth, like a floor made of marble. He groped and crawled forward in the darkness like a blind man.
The scale of time fell into chaos. One second, Hart felt that he had just moved forward for a few minutes, but the next second, he felt that he had spent months here.
His senses were completely distorted, and his strong will was full of cracks under the cold darkness. Hart began to go crazy and roar. He tried to denounce the darkness in the loudest voice, but it was like roaring in the face of an echo wall. After a few seconds,
A thicker roar came from the darkness.
The 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. This was the light he had seen in the past few weeks and months.
The figure hit the light and opened a door.
In an instant, the footsteps of the crowd, the low hum of the car engine, the piercing whistle, the singing from the street radio... countless sounds gathered together and turned into a noisy torrent that washed over Hart.
It had been too long since he heard such a sound, and he was in a daze. His ears could not adapt to the sudden noise, and there were bursts of pain. However, the pain almost made Hart shed tears.
It's not clear what happened, but Hart finally escaped from the dark world. He remembered... He remembered before the dark world...
What happened before?
Just when Hart was lost in vague memories, Hart noticed the pool of water in front of him. What was reflected in the mirror was no longer the hairy beast, but a real person.
Hart slowly squatted down and stared at himself in the water. His breathing gradually became faster, and finally he laughed wildly.
He shed the fur of the beast and became a human again. Looking at the face in the water, Hart almost forgot his original appearance.
Passersby 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 a few people every day.
Hart's cheeks turned red 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, and strands of black hair emerged from under the pores. Hart was deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his body began to transform into a beast during the painful struggle.
"No...no no!"
Hart finally turned back to a human being. He didn't want to regain the body of a beast again, but just like fate teased him, after a short period of bliss, there was even greater despair.
The crowd suddenly stopped, and countless eyes fell on Hart, as if they were watching a street performance freak show.
Hart heard the low and dense murmurs. The crowd looked at him and whispered. He could hear every word they said clearly. They were laughing at themselves and pitying themselves. Their eyes were as glaring as the sun, falling on
Hart's body was almost burned through his fur.
At a certain moment, the crowd laughed and swarmed forward with a curious mentality. Hart was so angry with the great shame and humiliation that he raised his hand and hammered off the heads of several passers-by, but more passers-by still came.
When they came up, they didn't attack Hart, they just laughed at him.
Cars on the street also stopped one after another. The drivers rolled down their windows and imitated the roar of wild beasts. Then they laughed and honked their horns. The honking sounds one after another were like gunshots, penetrating Hart's body.
, I remember taking out my camera, and the flash was like the muzzle of a gun, and Hart was riddled with bullets.
Hart was covered in blood and fled towards the alley, but people did not let him go. Instead, they followed him closely, laughing at Hart's body and clamoring to put him in a circus or a zoo.
The figure of the beast is rampaging in the steel and concrete jungle, and Hart can't find a way out.
…
"Hart! Hart!"
Palmer threw himself on Hart and shook Hart's head vigorously, but no matter how much Palmer called, Hart had no intention of waking up.
Hart's eyes were closed tightly, and his whole body was twitching intermittently. He seemed to be enduring a terrible nightmare, and his hands were clenched into fists, like a pair of hard hammers.
"Stop shouting, he can't hear you."
Gold's voice sounded from above, looking at Hart pitifully, "He was caught by the Witch of Desire and is in the purgatory of torture."
The gentle voice had a bit of vibrato. Gold had experienced the same thing, and he understood the suffering Hart was going through at this moment.
The Sublime Ones have extraordinary power, enough to sweep through thousands of armies, but no matter how powerful a person is, there is a gap in his heart that is difficult to make up - this cannot be filled by extraordinary power.
The Desire Witch will not harm your body, but it will wreak havoc on your spirit, expanding the tiny holes into cracks that are difficult to heal.
"what should I do!"
Palmer raised his head and looked at Gold. Only then did he realize why Gold had fallen into a coma and had been unable to wake up. Now Hart was in the same predicament as Gold.
"sorry, I do not know."
Gold shook his head. Until now, he was still sealed in the frame of the card. Bologo's choice was just to free him from the torture of purgatory. Now they are still in the Happy Garden, and the game is not over yet.
"Game...game!"
Cinderella stood up. This big-hearted girl was exceptionally courageous. She shouted at Bai Ou's head, "Where's the rule book! I should give you a rule book!"
"That's right! Where's the rule book!"
Aimu suddenly realized that they had played this board game before, and when it was transformed into a real game, they had preconceived ideas and thought they understood the game.
What they are doing now is not a limited luxury 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 rule book covered in blood.
Cinderella ignored the stained blood in the rule book and quickly searched for the answer. Finally, she found the details about the erosion card on the card type introduction page.
"He has three ways to escape. One is to break through the nightmare and take the initiative to break free."
The first type is obviously difficult. Overcoming the inner shadow is not an easy task, no matter who it is.
"The second method 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 length of the duration depends on the target's will. The more determined it is, the fewer rounds it will affect, and vice versa.
Same thing."
Palmer checked Hart and opened his eyes, which were blank. He couldn't find the round countdown.
Borlog asked, "What about the third one?"
"Wish card."
Cinderella continued, "There were no cards of this type in the original game."
"Just think of it as the devil's special treat," Palmer said, picking up the rag and stuffing it into Hart's mouth to prevent him from biting off his tongue. "What's its effect?"
"Depending on the number of throwing points, you can make different levels of wishes. If it is a big success..."
Cinderella paused and looked at Irwin, as did everyone else, all focusing on him.
She said, "All wishes will be fulfilled."
Boluogo came over, took the rule book, and confirmed the rule with his own eyes. Just as Cinderella said, this is the effect of the wish card.
Make wishes come true.
Others suspected that Irwin wanted to use the wish card to achieve immortality, but Boluogo understood that this was just a coincidence. Irwin had no way of deciding what the devil would play with them, let alone Irwin, as the original author, this was his second time playing.
The board game derived from this.
What Bologo really cares about is that the restrictions of this wish card are really too few. It only requires throwing points. It does not require proof of value, no transaction of souls, and all it requires is a little bit of luck...
With enough luck, you can win eternal life.
Boluogo felt that this was not a wish card at all, but an evil trap card.
