endless debt

Chapter 806

The Sawaxe is an ominous contract handed over to him by the Bureau of Order. It is said that each of its owners has not ushered in a good death.

Bologo didn't pay much attention to the warnings from the Bureau of Order at first, until the handaxe accompanied Burogo through battles and slaughtered an unknown number of enemies. Under the sacrifice of blood and death, Bologo Logo could clearly feel that the handaxe was waking up little by little, regaining its vitality.

This is not a metaphor in some conceptual sense, but something that actually happened.

Bologo still remembers the appearance of the hand ax when he got it, as if it had been silent in the warehouse for many years, the hand ax was severely oxidized, the blade was covered with rust and scratches, and the leather wrapped around the handle became dry and fragile .

However, under the continuous blood soaking, the hand ax has undergone changes visible to the naked eye, all the rust has faded away, the scratches and gaps have also been corrected and repaired by some supernatural power, and the dry leather is also infiltrated. It feels like touching a piece of warm water. skin.

"Fighting the sawaxe?"

Wei'er recalled this vocabulary for a while, thinking that relying on the long memory bank of the undead, she could recall some useful things, but in fact she couldn't remember anything.

Bologo looked at Bode, and Bode shook his head, saying that he knew nothing about this contract.

"It's normal that you don't understand. After all, you are living here enjoying your retirement life. How can you carefully understand everything that happens outside." Burogo said.

"Have you got that ax with you?" Bird asked.

"No, this contracted object can affect people's minds. Even if you get close to it or stare at it, you will be affected by that nameless rage. People with weak minds will be conquered by it immediately, and then hold it. Kill others indiscriminately."

Bologo went on to say, "Aimu customized a safety box for me, made of blocking metal, which can reduce its strength to a large extent, and except for work, I put it in the reclamation room, where it is safer .”

"A contracted object with great repulsive power, and it seems that it can continue to grow." Wei'er noticed its specialness, and couldn't help worrying, "Can you control it?"

"It's just a tool," said Burlogo very soberly.

Hearing Bologo's answer, Wei'er felt relieved. Among these people, Bologo is always the most trustworthy one. He has many excellent qualities, such as prudence, persistence, unyielding, and trustworthiness. .

As long as Burlogo promised, he would be able to do it, as powerful as the devil's blood pact.

"Speaking of which, why are you familiar with this power?" Bologo asked curiously, "Have you ever had any communication with this thing...the devil behind this thing?"

Burrog continued, "Perhaps you are still debtors to that devil."

"I don't know, it's like a deep feeling, I can't tell you the specifics," Wei'er's voice became serious, "Also, don't discuss our past."

"Okay, I know."

The undead living in the Undead Club are all old people who choose to be peaceful and retire here. In order to ensure their peaceful time, they refuse any interference from external forces, just like Threi.

Bologo gradually realized that he really couldn't get any useful information from them. If he asked too much, it would affect the rare friendship between them... These heartless undead will not care about this, but Burlog would care.

"What are you doing?"

Seeing Burrog getting up and walking towards the stairwell, Wei Er asked.

"I think I should apologize to Thurley," Borrog said again, "His room should be easy to find, right?"

Long before the Decaying Plague event, during the conversation with Cerley, the two speculated about the origin of the Undead Club, and in the end they agreed that the devil's land was the answer.

Looking back now, Bologo still feels a little bit chilled. He never thought that he would drink and have fun in the devil's land every day, and what made him even more puzzled was that the devil who ruled here seemed to have never appeared before. Logo became curious, who was the devil behind this, and what kind of guy he was.

As the land of the devil, there are naturally many rules in the Undead Club. For example, all retired undead will be sheltered, cut off all hatred with the world, and enjoy peace.

At first, Bologo didn't understand it very well, but as he got to know these guys better, he realized that each of them was a sinful guy. Without the protection of the Undead Club, the enemies would come to the door that night.

Another rule is that all patrons must contribute value to the Undead Club. This is easy to understand. It is just to help maintain the existence of the Undead Club. The price bestowed on them by the Undead Club is simply mercy. .For this reason, at some point in the past, Selei unknowingly became a bartender.

Stepping into the stairwell, Burlogo took a few steps forward. As he moved forward, the corridor also extended silently. Like a mirage, Burlogo seemed to never be able to reach the end of the corridor, and this was also one of the rules.

There are many rules in the Undead Club that people don't understand, such as this, but it has no effect on life, so these big-hearted undead don't care about these at all.

Threi has not yet fallen into a complete slumber. When he chooses to sleep forever and arrives in the future, he will hang a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door just like an ordinary hotel, so that his room will be hidden in the endless In the stairwell, there is no one to check.

Most of the undead living in the Undead Club are in this do-not-disturb state, and they can sleep for decades or hundreds of years at a stretch.

In contrast, Bologo has only been in the Undead Club for a few years. Compared with this huge number, it is as short as an instant.

At first, Bologo wondered why the only undead who woke up were Wei Er and the others. Thinking about it this way, he summed up this long time into one day. Wei Er and the others were enjoying their afternoon tea, while the other undead were taking a nap. And Burlogo had just knocked on the door, came in and ordered a glass of orange juice.

Burrog followed the strong alcohol smell, but at the next corner, an unexpected figure appeared in front of Burrog.

"Sezon?"

……

"what is it?"

After Burlogo left, Val was still troubled, trying to remember.The undead have unlimited time, so it is easy for them to get stuck on certain things.

Bologo had heard Weier tell before that, to pass the time, an undead made a huge jigsaw puzzle covering an area of ​​tens of square meters, and he put it together endlessly. Some undead were willing to carve chess pieces, just like Bologo's war Like a sand table, replay every great battle in history.

"Are you still thinking about killing the sawaxe?" Bird asked.

"Yeah, idle is idle anyway."

Wei'er turned over, rolled to the edge of the bar, and fell directly, but just before touching the ground, it turned around deftly and landed on all fours.

"Huh? Then think about it slowly."

Bode muttered and continued to clean the bar, even though it was extremely clean, he still stubbornly picked up the rag and wiped it over and over again.

The world known by human beings' existing technology is limited, and this limited world will be consumed one day under the long lifespan of the undead. This consumption is not of resources, but of spirit. Just like a book with tens of thousands of words, you have read it countless times.

As a highly experienced undead, Bode is in such a predicament. He needs to do something to make himself feel the meaning of existence, so he is meticulous in everything he does.

Bode also made a plan for himself. The plan is based on ten years, giving examples of many hobbies for him to learn and master. In this strict way, he can slow down the consumption of his spiritual world.

In contrast, Wei'er is miserable. It is restricted by the body, and the things it can enjoy are extremely harsh, but fortunately, it still has the freedom of action, instead of enjoying the eternal life like the "old and immortal" people. torment.

"what?"

Under various restrictions, Wei Er likes to think, but not some philosophical meditation, just to think about something to keep her mind running.

It was thinking while walking towards the outside of the Undead Club. In boring days, Weier likes to wander around the city with the body of a black cat.

It got out of the club of the undead and took to the streets.

Slowly, as if the shackles of thought were lifted, some memories that were about to be completely forgotten slowly emerged, and Wei Er stopped in her tracks. It recalled many things, and was shocked by these memories. At the same time, it I also don't understand why I couldn't think of these things when I was in the Undead Club just now.

"Damn it...Bologo!"

Wei Er realized that the situation was not good, it turned and ran towards the Undead Club, trying to warn Burrog, but when it crashed into the room, its eyes became dull.

"What's the matter, Weier, is the stroll over?" Bode asked without raising his head.

Wei'er was stunned for a while, her dull eyes gradually brightened, and she asked herself.

"Oh? What did I think of just now?"

The black cat turned around a few times, but couldn't remember what he just forgot.

(End of this chapter)