Brother Ma's huge body fell to the ground with a bang.

His eyes were full of unwillingness, and he was holding the "plum blossom K" tightly in one wide hand.

There was also something that fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

It's that big bunch of keys.

"I've given him a chance." The man in white leaned over to draw the card that Ma Ge was holding.

He moves gently and with extreme care.

This deck of cards is his treasure, and he always cherishes it extraordinarily.

Brother Ma's eyes were closed, but his hand was unwilling to let go.

Finally, the "plum blossom K" was slowly pulled out by the slender and powerful fingers of the man in white.

"I deliberately chose the Ace of Spades, in order to give this man a chance to live." The man in white put the card to his lips and blew it gently, and took back all the cards in Ziqi's hand.

"But the ace of spades is also too big." Ziqi muttered.

"It's huge, but there's at least two joker cards on top of it, right?" The man in white folded the card and carefully placed it in his sleeve.

Then he raised his head and looked at Ziqi with cold eyes, and said word by word: "If I don't want to give him a chance, I'll just pull out the big ghost, you say, right?" ”

Ziqi was silent.

Listen to the mystery man, he can draw any card he wants from this deck.

"Okay, your people are still waiting for you to save them, let's go out first." The man in white looked at the large set of keys on the ground and continued, "I heard that the son of Patriarch Jiang has incredible intuition, I wonder if I am lucky enough to see it?" ”

The large iron gate was in front of him, and an iron lock was placed across the deadbolt.

The door was locked from the inside.

"It seems that I still have to work hard for Jiang Gongzi." The man in white silently picked up the keychain and brought it to Ziqi, "Choose the key to leave this big iron gate." ”

A large bunch of keys shook in front of Ziqi, rubbing against each other and making a subtle sound.

"This one."

This pair of Ziqi is not difficult.

Because like the previous times, a few words appeared on this key, which was not unusual in appearance.

"The Big Iron Door Key."

"Okay." The man in white inserted the key into the lock and turned it slightly.

There is no doubt that the lock is open.

As the large iron door was pushed open, the sunlight from outside slowly poured into the narrow corridor.

"Jiang Gongzi really lives up to his reputation, I really hope we don't become opponents." The man in white glanced back at Ziqi, smiled coldly, and walked out of the big iron gate.

Looking at the messy back of the man in white who was blown by the wind, Ziqi thought quickly.

Information, information.

First, he is the son of the elder of the Rabbit Clan. Second, Ma Ge and Pony are supposed to be from the Tortoise Clan. Thirdly, I am on Tokatsu Island, which is very large. Fourth, there seems to be a god on this island, called Watari? Fifth, everyone must abide by the law of the gods. That is, everything has to be solved by betting.

The man in white in front of him was still walking slowly, not looking back.

After Ziqi sorted out his thoughts, he chased after the mysterious person in front of him.

The cells were built on a low hill.

The road down the mountain is winding and long.

The lush vegetation makes the hill particularly beautiful.

At the foresight seems to be the sea, from where the sound of the waves rumbles.

It's just that the vision is hazy, and the color of the sea is a little strange, as if it is red?

"Jiang Gongzi doesn't have anything to ask?" The man in white still walked silently forward, his black hair reddened by the setting sun.

"You are?"

This is probably the question Ziqi wants to know the most.

"My name is poker." The man in white said coldly.

Poker? There is actually someone in this world called poker?

"Hmph, it seems that the rumors are all true." Without waiting for the imaginary result, Poker looked at Ziqi with a poker face.

"Rumors?" Ziqi looked dazed.

"Do you also question the existence of Watarami-sama?" Poker snapped.

"No, of course not!" Ziqi resolutely denied it.

What are you kidding, as long as you question the existence of the god of crossing, then poker will be shot immediately, in terms of poker skills, it can be said that you will hit every shot, and you will never miss the target.

"Then you didn't know I existed? Think about it! Poker looked at Ziqi with an unhappy face.

But how could Ziqi think of it.

Entering the game this time is different from the past, there is no active prompt, no story background, no cause and effect, nothing, everything can only be explored by yourself.

"Hmph, although the Turtle Clan took the lead in violating the rules of Lord Watari and began to bypass the bet and kill people directly. But you Bun Crossing Clan are no better, and it is rumored that the young people of your clan no longer worship the idol of Lord Watari. Poker straightened his long windswept hair and put on an even more grim look, "Take a good look at me, think of the idols of the gods I once worshipped. ”

Poker in the sunset is dressed in white, with thick eyebrows and thin eyes, a thin face, and a long figure.

In addition to the unnatural cold expression, it can really be described as the appearance of a generation of heroes.

Ziqi thought about it again.

He repeatedly emphasized the idol of Watarigami, but unfortunately he hadn't seen it.

Could it be that there is him on the idol of God?

Could it be that he is Watarami-sama?

"You, you're ......"

"Hmph." Poker snorted, but a smile gradually appeared on the corner of his lips.

"You're Watarami-sama." Ziqi's words were finally finished.

"Poof."

Poker fell to his knees with an amazing snap.

Although Ziqi also knelt down to his wife Lili, the proficiency of poker is not much better than marksmanship, and it is simply unmatched.

"Watarigami-sama!" Poker's head was buried deeply, and he shouted in the direction of the cell, "This great sin comes from the mouths of the people around me, you old man must not be counted on my head, I will always be the poker by your side who has done his best to die." ”

As if ritualist, Poker fell motionless to the ground like a statue.

As the sun sets, the snow-white clothes gradually change color.

The sound of the waves is even stronger.

For a long time, nothing happened.

Poker finally got up from the ground.

"Hmph, as the son of the patriarch of the Rabbit Clan, don't you worship the idol of Lord Watarami? It seems that after the Turtle Clan has been wiped out, it will be your turn to cross the Rabbit Clan. Poker said angrily, with a handsome face that was obviously frightened.

"Everything we have on this island was given to us by Watarami-sama. Although he hasn't appeared in the old man for a while, as one of the three apostles of the Crossing God, I will never allow any blasphemy to happen! Poker said as he pulled something out of the other cuff.

"Before we head to the Dice Stone, I think it's necessary for you to relive what the idol looks like." What came out of poker was a miniature statue.

Only the size of a palm.

The white statue is mostly a human head. The round head was bare without a single hair, but it had two short horns. The eyes are also round, and the whole face is chubby, like a toy figure.

This, this is Watarami-sama?

"Hmph, don't you kneel down when you see the statue of Watarami-sama? Do you really want to perish? Poker was very dissatisfied with Ziqi's surprised expression.

On your knees?

Then get down on your knees.

"Poof."

Ziqi also knelt down, he already had an idea. Take all the information you can get from the mouth of this somewhat neurotic poker player.

"Look here." Poker pointed to a small area under the statue, "Under the Lord Wajin, the three apostles are reverently surrounded. ”

In the corner where he was squeezed into the corner by the chubby face of Lord Washiami, there was actually a standing figure carved out, thin and tall, but the area was limited, and the face was completely unrecognizable.

"This is the ambassador of the dice. During Watarigami-sama's absence, Lord Dice was our leader. You Hare-Crossing should really thank Lord Dice for asking me to investigate the Tortoise Clan's rebellion. ”

The statue slowly shifted a position in the poker hand.

"Look here again."

There is also a boxy mark next to the dice adult, but the area is even more limited, not only the face, but even the person can no longer be distinguished.

"This is the Second Apostle Pai Gow. He, like Lord Dice, has been serving by Watarigami-sama for more than ten years. On this island, it can be said that everyone knows about it, and everyone knows about it. ”

The statue spun slowly again.

"Look here!" Poker raises the pitch.

There was actually an ink-dot next to the boxy imprint. This time, it's not just that it's not human, it's not even a living thing.

"This is the Three Apostles Poker Master." Poker slowly looked at Ziqi who was kneeling on the ground, "That's me!" ”

Poker laughed.

"Yes, yes." Ziqi replied in a loud voice.

He finally understood why the pony and the horse brother of the turtle tribe didn't know poker anymore, and it was not something ordinary people could do to be able to identify human form from such ink spots.

"Okay, Jiang Gongzi can get up." Poker respectfully tucked the idol of Lord Watarami into the cuff.

"Everyone on this island is a member of Watarami-sama, so we can say that we are all brothers and sisters. He would never allow fratricide to happen, so I came. Poker said as he looked at the slowly setting sun ahead.

Like a true savior.

But Ziqi was not in a hurry at all.

It is true that he plays the role of the first son of the Rabbit Clan, it is true that there are not many people left, and it is true that the uncles are tied to the dice stone and are in danger, but Ziqi, who lacks the background of the story, has not yet established a close relationship with the clansmen.

"Hey, are you questioning my abilities?" Poker looked at Ziqi suspiciously.

Instead of applause, he appeared as a savior, as if he was suspected by the other party?

"No, no."

"Then I don't understand your unhurried appearance. Is it your uncle who is tied to the pillar or my uncle who is tied to the pillar? Poker said dissatisfied.

"Yes, it's my uncle." Ziqi said awkwardly.

"Yes. It's your uncle! Poker vents all its frustration in this sentence.

Poker had imagined how the first prince would reverently thank Watarami when he saw him, and took himself to the beach to save his people in a panic. Who knew that this son didn't seem to care about his uncle's life and death, but was willing to act only when he was constantly reminded by his savior.

"Okay, then let's go right away." Ziqi looked at the front of his gaze.

"That's pretty much it." Poker took the lead.

The sun is about to set over the sea.

The last few rays of brilliance generously hit the beach.

With the sound of the waves, Ziqi came to the beach.

In the last bit of afterglow, he saw the image that he will remember for a lifetime.