Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Sembamu found this extremely boring. Without seeing the other person's body broken into pieces, he could not get the happiness that he longed for in his heart.

"It's really boring to keep playing like this. I might as well change the rules of the game," he pointed at Zhang Yi. "From now on, if you bet your limbs and internal organs, I'll give you double the points if you win!"

"So, how about you stop betting your points against me?"

There was a hint of excitement on Zhang Yi's face, but he was already laughing in his heart.

It seems that someone is more anxious than him.

Zhang Yi looked at Sembamu calmly.

"I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry yet."

"It's my hands and feet that are at stake, not yours, so of course I have to be careful."

Sembamu seemed to realize that he was acting too hastily, which is taboo at the gambling table.

He quickly regained his composure and said with a faint smile, "I'm afraid you'll die from excessive blood loss!"

"It's not that easy for an Ipsilon-level mutant to die."

Zhang Yi said lightly.

Sembamu cannot understand technological products such as combat uniforms, which is also the advantage of the information gap that Zhang Yi has.

However, Zhang Yi also knew that if the stakes he put out were not big enough, Sembamu would not use his cheating ability.

In this way, Zhang Yi will not be able to obtain more rule fragments.

So he said, "But your proposal really makes me excited. Okay, this time, I'll bet on my right foot."

A smug smile reappeared on Sembamu's face.

He said in his heart: I know that when everyone sits at the gambling table, he will fall into the vortex of gambling, and no one can be an exception.

Those who win feel lucky and want to win more.

The loser wants to make a comeback quickly.

No one is exempt.

"Well, I'm going to roll the dice."

Sembamu picked up the dice cup in his hand and began to shake it.

Zhang Yi's eyes were fixed on Sembamu's right hand. After he shook it for a while, the dice cup fell on the table.

The point is 5.

"I bet on small."

Zhang Yi stared at the dice cup, then looked up at Sembamu's eyes and said calmly.

Being stared at by Zhang Yi like this, Sembamu felt a little confused.

"Could it be that this guy figured out that I was cheating?"

"Haha, even if someone finds out, what can I do? I'll take your right foot!"

He reached out and opened the dice cup, and the number on the front of the dice was "12".

Sembamu's face lit up with an exaggerated smile, and he laughed heartily, "What a shame! You lose again this time, and your right foot is mine too!"

Zhang Yi's right foot also disappeared in the same way, and then appeared on the empty space on the table next to Sembamu's hand.

There was no expression on his face, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

Sembamu suddenly put his hands hard on the table, tilted his head, and looked at Zhang Yi with a teasing expression.

"How tragic! Now you only have one hand and one foot. I'll give you another chance! This time, bet your left hand. If you win, I can return both your hands and feet and give you 500 points!"

"How about it? Do you dare to play?"

Zhang Yi raised his head and stared at Sembamu. After looking at him for a while, he actually nodded slowly.

"it is good."

Sembamu was stunned for a moment.

He thought Zhang Yi would go crazy, with red face and ears, and go crazy in pain and confusion, but he didn't expect Zhang Yi to agree so calmly.

"Oh? I underestimated you a little."

He said quietly.

Zhang Yi looked at him without any expression.

"You really underestimated me."

Sembamu was stunned.

But just as he was stunned, in the dark Devil's Casino, a pitch-black hole suddenly appeared in the void beside Zhang Yi.

Then, a beautiful woman in a white coat walked out.

Zhou Keer came to Zhang Yi and placed her hands on his broken arm with gentle but somewhat distressed expressions.