endless debt

Chapter 805 Dream

Cerre Villelis, the former Night Clan lord, is now the bartender and pole dancer in the Undead Club.

Bologo has known Seri for many years. Although he can't fully understand the heart of the night clan lord, Bologo can see his emotional changes more or less clearly.

There are always a few expressions on Serrey's face, a heartless smile that doesn't care about anything anytime, anywhere, lonely from time to time, as if he is expressionless tormented by loneliness, or drunk and reckless , Contorted expression.

Now Borrog saw another emotion that Thurley had been hiding, an emotion that even Thurley himself had almost forgotten.

anger.

Olivia is like a taboo word, and the moment Bologo uttered it, Thorey was completely enraged.

Bologo could clearly feel the oncoming turbulent killing intent, the violent aura was almost condensed into substance, and the blood-red wings spread behind Threi, and the falling feathers fell on the skin, bringing a knife Pain like chopping with a sword.

"You can't, you can't, Bologo!"

Threi's voice became louder, and he strode towards Bologo. Bologo did not deny Threy's anger at the moment and the terrifying lethality he possessed, but Burrog still stood there, motionless. .

Raising his hand, Threi's palm was pale, as if lifeless, cold and bloodless, with blue blood vessels protruding under the skin, like ugly earthworms, which made people shudder.

In a blink of an eye, the noble appearance disappeared, replaced by a terrifying nightmare.

Nails grow, sharp and powerful, like full of razor-sharp teeth, ready to tear anything in its way to shreds.

Threi's face was ferocious, his skin became extremely dry and uneven, full of wrinkles and potholes, it looked as if it had been baptized by the years and was rough and uneven, leaving only a lifeless tight texture.

Under the sunshine, Bologo can clearly see the texture between the skin, like the pattern carved in by a knife, it makes people shudder, the blood vessels are protruding, showing a blue or purple hue, almost blood can be seen Flowing in it, the blood vessels are delicate and complex, just like the vast rivers and lakes where small rivers converge, exuding a strange and gloomy atmosphere.

This may be the real appearance of a high-ranking night clan.

Bologo's breathing was tight, he was not afraid of what happened next, Thurley was restricted by the power of the Undead Club, he couldn't hurt anyone, let alone he was still undead, at most he could punch him a few times .Burlogo was ready.

The distance between the two shortened rapidly, and just when Threi was about to touch Borrog, the sun rose, and the warm sunlight penetrated the gap between the buildings, splitting a golden line in the shadows.

The line separates Borrog from Thrai.

Threi stopped in front of the golden dividing line, and his deformed hand had already crossed the boundary at this moment.

The sun brushed against the palm, the skin on the surface was charred and scorched, and the dead muscle cells evaporated a pungent smell, as if scorched by fire, with dense cracks, like a piece of fragile ceramic fragments, ready to be torn into pieces at any time. debris.

With the passage of time, Threi's skin continued to darken and harden, with countless small openings, from which a bloodthirsty smell emanated.A chilling stench filled the air.

Then came the evaporation of flesh and blood, the whole piece of flesh and blood sank, the body continued to shrink, the blood and cells slowly disappeared, leaving behind a pile of black-gray shells, a little flames were released from the inside of the body, emitting a strong The smell of blood.

The sting of the sun woke Serei up. He put away his hands, and when he got out of the sun, the ashes faded, and fresh flesh grew rapidly.

Seeing this, Burrog remembered what Geoffrey had said to him when he first came to the Undead Club.Thresher's bloodline is extremely noble, even in the face of the deadly sunlight, relying on his own immortal power, Thresher still has a certain ability to act.

"Have you calmed down?" Burrog asked.

"What a bastard you are, Bologo."

Threi raised his head and glanced at Bologo, crossed the dividing line of sunlight, and walked towards the Undead Club behind Bologo.

"Three!"

"Quiet, leave me alone!" Su Lei complained.

"No, I mean, if you're so resistant, we can skip the subject," Burrog said apologetically. "We can talk about something else."

Serley looked at Bologo, with full pain in his eyes, but soon, this emotion was hidden, and he left a sentence.

"Olivia is not the regent, the real regent is someone else."

After finishing speaking, Threi walked into the Undead Club without looking back.

Burlogo asked, "Why are you so sure?"

"Because she promised me, by her mother."

Thrai slammed the door shut, the sound echoing in the empty street.

……

When Bologo followed into the club of the undead, he only saw Serley's back flashing in the stairwell, the footsteps gradually receding, and then another loud closing sound of the door.

Bologo stood where he was, recalling what Thurley said just now, when another voice sounded.

"Don't worry about it, Borogo, Thurley is just in a bad mood recently."

Wei'er walked out of the shadows. Its pitch-black fur was very suitable for walking with the shadows.

"The Night Clan surfaced again, and they came back with many bad memories, not to mention, there are always some uninvited guests coming to disturb the peace of this place."

Burrog half-kneeled down, parallel to Weier's eyes, and stretched out his hand to stroke the soft cat's head.

"Sorry, I was impatient. When Seri wakes up, please apologize to him for me."

Weier rubbed against Burrog vigorously, then jumped onto Burrog's body, and stood on Burrog's shoulder, "This is the rule of the Undead Club. We can't interfere with the world, even telling others information .”

"Although it is built in a busy city, this place is indeed independent from the world." Borrog nodded.

Burrog walked to the bar and sat down. Ever since Thurley got into trouble, he was drinking heavily except for sleeping, and the job of bartender fell on Bode.

The huge skeleton rack is a perfect bartending experience, but unfortunately, Burlogo prefers orange juice to alcohol.This demand without technical content can not reflect the professionalism of Bode at all.

"Recently Threi has been sleeping longer and longer, he may be preparing for a long sleep," Wei'er jumped onto the bar, "sleep for more than ten years, and completely get rid of these troubles."

"A very good method," Burrog sarcastically sarcastically, "Are the undead all good at evading?"

"Of course, otherwise, what do you think the existence of the Undead Club is?" Weier said indifferently.

Bologo let out a long sigh. Ever since he became the team leader, he couldn't help but take on more responsibilities, and this also made Burlogo exhausted, and sometimes even interfered with his decision-making.

"Speaking of which, I used to like dreaming very much." Burlog said suddenly.

"Daydreaming?" Wei Er asked, "You don't look like this kind of person, you are more pragmatic."

"No, no, I mean a literal dream, what you can see when you close your eyes."

Bologo slowly talked about his experience, "Probably... maybe because of the particularity of my experience, I can always dream about some weird things."

For example, all kinds of "previous life".

Strange to say, Bologo tried to sort out the memory of his previous life, but it was more like countless fragments put together in a rough way, like a poor-quality montage.

It seems that in the memory of the previous life, the concept of "self" does not exist, and there is only a cold onlooker.

"I like to dream, and the weird pictures in my dreams seem to me like watching low-budget movies," Burlogo said. "What's even better is that watching movies doesn't waste my time." time, for it was all going on in sleep."

"Do you think dreaming prolongs your 'life' to a certain extent?" Will asked.

"Well, I spent more time to experience more strange things, although most of them will disappear after I wake up."

As Bologo said, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, "But after I became undead, I rarely dreamed."

"Probably because I know instinctively that the god of death will not knock on my door, so I am no longer afraid of the passage of time, and even the dream of extending my life has become meaningless."

"Why are you saying this all of a sudden?" Wei'er didn't understand.

"I saw what Seri looked like just now. He was playing a chasing battle with the sun. Serai seemed to be longing for death, but when the sun fell on him, he was like a coward, flustered."

Borrog said softly, "His face is full of sadness and emptiness... Palmer said he was afraid of becoming like his father, and completely lost his interesting personality, although people often talk about this. Change is called maturity.

I think the same is true for me. When I saw Thurley like that, I wondered if I would become like him one day in the future. "

Bologo became distressed unexpectedly, "It's like I have been wondering why I made the wish of immortality in the first place... Only cowards wish for immortality."

"Are you afraid you're a coward?"

"Well, I'm afraid that the self I expect is completely different from the real self, just like the self is split..."

Val wagged her tail, and the tip of her furry tail rubbed against Burrog's nose, making Burrog feel like sneezing.

"Don't think about those things, I can feel, Burrog, you have a lot of courage."

Wei'er continued, "Maybe your wish of immortality is for something else."

Under Wei'er's comfort, Burlogo felt better. After drinking the orange juice, he looked in the direction of the stairwell again.

During the month of his absence, it seemed that Seri was under a lot of pressure. Similarly, Seri must know something, but because of the constraints of the rules and some problems of his own, he didn't want to speak to anyone.

Also, relying on the advantage of being undead, the turmoil of the world is meaningless to him.

"Speaking of which, Bologo, did you encounter anything this time?" Weier said.

Burlogo didn't know, "I don't quite understand."

"Ok?"

Weier walked around Burlogo a few times, and then jumped onto Burlogo's shoulders. The whole cat's face was completely attached to Burlogo's cheeks, like sandpaper polishing a model, and rubbed vigorously. go.

The black cat fur fluttered, and Burlogo felt that he was almost allergic to cat fur.

"You smell strange."

Wei Er looked at Burlogo suspiciously, "Actually, I have faintly smelled that smell since a few months ago, but it is too thin, I thought it was just an illusion, but as time goes by, the smell on you It's getting thicker and thicker, like it's been pickled."

"I pay attention to personal hygiene."

Bologo opened his collar and sniffed it carefully. He was very clean without any peculiar smell.As an expert, work and private life are kept separate, so Burlogo never falls asleep with bloody hands.

"Can you describe the smell in detail?" Burrog asked.

The big cat's eyes narrowed, and Wei'er leaned over to the bar and asked Bode, "Did you smell it too?"

Burrog just wanted to scold Val, Bode is a skeleton, where is his nose smelling, then Bode said, "Well, I also noticed it a little bit."

"what?"

Bologo's mind was in a mess, and he wondered if these people had joined hands to trick him.

It was hard to guess what the undead were thinking, just like Threi, although he looked so decadent early in the morning, but in the few hours before that, he was dancing passionately on the pole.

Speaking of this contrast, Burlogo once wondered if Val would bury the cat litter herself.

This is so offensive, forget it.

"We're not talking about a smell of common sense, but a breath of power," Bird explained for Burrog, "in terms you're more familiar with...the umbilical cord."

Burrog's expression turned serious.

The umbilical cord, it refers to the weird connection between the debtor and the devil, but with the deepening of the understanding of the devil, its concept is expanded, and it can be regarded as all the connections with the devil.

An aura associated with the devil.

Boluoge became puzzled. Counting from the time he entered the job, ordinary field workers would not encounter devils a few times in their lives. Boluogo saw them almost every day, and even did not repeat the same. If each devil has a unique aura remaining In terms of himself, Bologo must be a bouquet of flowers that can overwhelm people.

So here comes the question, it's not been a day or two since Burlogo's breath has been messed up, Wei'er and the others didn't respond before, why did they attract their attention this time.

"Have you encountered any weird things during this period of time?" Wei'er asked. It felt that this breath was very familiar, but it couldn't remember it for a while.

Burrog said frankly, "No, most of the weird things, as long as they can be killed, are all killed by me."

Val was silenced by Burlogo's answer.

"If you have to say something special..."

Burrog analyzed the date, calculating when the anomaly had originated, and soon a weapon appeared in his mind.

"Half a year ago, I got a contract from the Bureau of Order."

It has something to do with the devil, and it happened recently, and it has been accompanied by Bologo. After thinking about it carefully, all Bologo can think of is the terrible and violent forbidden weapon.

"According to the official information, its name is the Saw Axe."

　Recently, the schedule has exploded. I fell asleep at 8 o'clock yesterday morning, and then slept intermittently until 10 o'clock in the evening. The number of updated words may be less, but it will not be updated, probably
　
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