Endless Debt.

A hazy light is revealed from behind the curtains, slightly illuminating the dimly lit room, and reflecting a blurred outline of each object.

Morning, another morning.

Bologo opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. After a few seconds of staring, he stretched vigorously, got out of bed, and opened the door.

The living room was quiet. Standing in the tranquility, Burlogo felt a little uncomfortable for a while. Usually, he could hear Palmer's snoring at this time, but the snoring has disappeared these days.

Looking up at the calendar, Borrog muttered, "Has it started yet?"

As a debtor with a broken soul, Palmer's promotion ceremony will become very difficult and dangerous. Coupled with his unlucky gift, in order to ensure Palmer's survival to the greatest extent, in the few days before the promotion ceremony, the promotion ceremony Furnace launched orientation training specifically for Palmer.

Until the end of the promotion ceremony, Palmer will stay in the sublimation furnace core, so only Burlogo is left in the family.

Accustomed to the usual noise and noise, Bologo was still a little uncomfortable with this tranquility for a while.

After spending a few minutes making a simple breakfast, Burlogo spent another few minutes eating them, then washed and tidied up, dressed and tied...

Bologo has experienced such days many times. He is as skilled as a seasoned craftsman. Before taking out the key of the crooked path, Bologo looked at the time.

Not bad.

Burogo is always like this, efficient and precise, just like a machine, but this machine realizes that it needs some optimization at this time.

"Should I get a driver's license?"

Burrog looked at the key of the crooked path in his hand, talking to himself.

Palmer is not Bologo's pendant, he can't follow Bologo all the time, whenever Palmer is not around, it means no one is driving, and Bologo doesn't have a driver's license, so he can only take the Undead Club, although Said that this won't take long, but the number of times is too many, and Burlogo will inevitably have some ideas.

After arranging the driver's license test into the schedule in his mind, Burlogo inserted the key of the winding path, opened a piece of darkness, and strode into it.

Just like going to work every day, after his vision brightened, Bologo came to the Undead Club, and his goal was the familiar bar and wine table. Serley was rarely hangover, but stood soberly behind the bar.

Thinking of the argument he had with Serley before, when Bologo wanted to say hello to Serley and ease the relationship, Bologo froze in place.

In the club of the undead, the noisy and noisy conversation also stagnated.

"Yo, good morning, Bologo."

Selei behind the bar noticed Bologo, he was briefly dazed, and then, with a playful look on his face, he raised his glass and greeted Bologo.

Bologo didn't immediately respond to Thurley's greetings, his muscles tensed, and he looked around.

Look at the figures full of shadows.

Normally, there were not many people in the Undead Club, and at most there were no more than ten people, but at this moment, it was extremely crowded here, and countless breathing sounds overlapped together, as if a hurricane was brewing.

A creepy atmosphere filled the bar, and under the dim light, horrible and mysterious demons and ghosts gathered together.They have different shapes, some are beasts full of fangs, some are eagles with wings, and there are monster snakes covered with scales... The strange appearance is completely different from human beings, as if they came out of a nightmare.

Their strange clothes also added a grotesque atmosphere. Some wore a black cloak, and their loose hair covered most of their faces, revealing only a pair of hideous eyes, while others wore tight black leather clothes. There are gleaming metal patterns, and some wearing ancient armor, as if they have traveled through the dust of history.

All eyes fell on Bologo, and Serley introduced at the right time.

"Everyone, this is Bolog Lazarus, and he is also a new member of the Undead Club. I think this should be the first meeting between you."

Thurley's words made the tense atmosphere a lot more relaxed. Countless eyes moved away from Bologo, and the monsters chatted fiercely again. No one paid any attention to this young undead man.

Burrog stood stiffly on the spot, he had no fear, just bewildered by the sudden change of the Undead Club, he tried to hear what they were talking about, their voices were low and hoarse, like the kind when the cold wind blows through the cemetery. Eerie whispers, when these monstrous monsters argue loudly, it seems like a grand dark symphony is playing inside the bar.

Weird words echoed in his ears, and after listening carefully, Bologo found that he could not understand what these monsters were talking about. Some monsters had strange accents, and their tones were distorted, like a broken radio, and some The language spoken by the monster was one that Bologo had never heard.

In the few words that can be understood by Bologo, the words are also full of weirdness and horror, which makes people feel palpitating.

If he hadn't seen Threi and confirmed that he had gone to the right place, Bologo once suspected that he had broken into an unknown forbidden area.

Walking to the front of the bar, Bologo squeezed out a place among the tall figures one after another, and whispered to Threi.

"What happened? Who are these people?"

Serrey straightened his tie, wiped his glass and said, "This is the Undead Club. As you can see, these are all undead."

After finishing speaking, a tall figure beside Bologo snorted twice, he turned his head, his face covered with carrion and moss was shining with dark green eyes, he stretched out his wet hand, Bologo was a little embarrassed He reacted, but instinctively stretched out his hand.

The moss monster held Bologo's hand, shook it vigorously twice, and made a strange sound from its mouth.

"He said, I'm very glad to meet you, Mr. Lazarus," Serley translated from the side, "Everyone is very enthusiastic. When I meet you, a new member, I will definitely open a party for you. It's just that there are some things today. Everyone The reaction might be a bit lukewarm, don't worry about it."

After Serley finished translating, he bent down and explained in a low voice next to Bologo's ear, "We all call him the moss monster. He should come from a savage primitive tribe. There is no record of the language he uses. I have known him for a long time. I can barely understand what he's saying."

After Bologo understood the situation, he looked at the moss monster next to him. He showed another slightly embarrassed polite smile, took the orange juice handed by Seri, and lightly clinked glasses with the moss monster. acknoledged.

"Members? I remember that they have been sleeping forever?"

Burrog picked up a tissue and wiped his wet hands, "Why are they all out today? Is there any holiday?"

Things went wrong, and Bologo's expert alarms kept yelling in his mind. In an instant, there were so many undead in the city of oath, Opus. Once they lost control, it would be a real disaster.

When mentioning the reason for the collective awakening of the members, Threi fell silent. He didn't know if he wanted to conceal it, or he didn't know where to start.

Seeing his hesitation, Bologo immediately asked, "Where is Saizong? I want to see Saizong!"

Serley may not be aware of the nature of the Undead Club, but Borrog is different. He knows that Sai Zong is the boss here, and he also knows that there is a sleeping devil hiding at the end of the stairwell.

"Sezon?"

Hearing Saizong's name, Seri's eyes changed, not only Seri, but the moss monster beside Bologo also looked at Bologo with a strange expression, and even all the undead in the bar stopped talking, and one after another Look at Burlogo, the young member.

Bologo didn't collapse under the pressure of his eyes, but sullenly. In terms of aura, he was actually a bit more vicious than the hordes of undead.

Having been in the Undead Club for so long, this is the first time that Bologo has encountered such a strange situation. He didn't want to waste time, so he started to walk towards the stairwell. Just as Burlogo was about to step on the stairs, a black The cat stopped Burlogo.

"Vil?" Burrog said.

"Bologo."

Val responded, licking her paw, walking around Burrog's leg a few times, rubbing her furry tail against him.

"What happened?" Burrog asked again.

Wei'er sighed helplessly, she jumped onto the wine table, and Bologo followed. The other undead also gave up their seats, and Bologo sat in the middle.

"We were woken up."

In the silence, an undead spoke first.

"It stands to reason that with the power of the Undead Club, no one can interfere with this place, and we are also very strong... But the fact is that, when a burst of ridicule rang out, we were woken up one by one, making it difficult to sleep. "Another undead man spoke.

"Then we felt a ... subtle force."

This time it was Bode who spoke, and the huge bone frame was sitting not far from Bologo, and this time Bode no longer held the familiar mop in his hand, but a rusty spear.The weapon hadn't left him since the incident.

"It was like being dominated by someone, a sense of mission that came suddenly," Bode tried to describe his feelings at the time, "an uncontrollable rage."

"The desire to fight."

Threi's voice sounded, he squeezed away the undead and revealed his figure.

"Remember what I said, Bologo."

Threi shook the apron on his body, "I don't know when I became the bartender of the Undead Club. This change is silent."

He said and looked at all the undead in the Undead Club.

"Similarly, the asylum of the Undead Club is not free. We all have to perform certain functions here. It's just that in the past, it never needed us. But at that moment, an extremely fanatical desire emerged in my heart. The desire to fight, to fight for the Undead Club..."

Threi was silent for a while, and laughed at himself, "How is it possible? Even the Eternal Night Empire has never made me feel so desperate."

No one laughed at Thurley. Everyone nodded silently, expressing that they had the same emotional reaction as Thurley. Under the influence of that frenzy, everyone walked out of the room to destroy that formidable enemy.

"What happened after that? Did the battle break out?"

Bologo thinks no, even though the alchemy matrix of this group of undead is several eras behind, but their ranks are fixed, and the amount of ether they hold will not change. Once the power of the mountain and tsunami erupts, It is enough to set off a terrible disaster, and the Bureau of Order, which is close to this, will not sit idly by.

"That's where the mystery lies."

Wei'er walked to the center of the wine table and said, "As we moved forward, the Undead Club has undergone tremendous changes. It has changed from a club to... an arena."

Bologo suddenly recalled Saizon's collection and the weapons on display. Since then, Bologo felt that the current club was not the real face of this place, and it turned out to be so.

"Sai Zong, it was Sai Zong who was waiting for us in the arena, but before we could do anything, we were sent back to our respective rooms," Selei said, looking at the black cat on the table, "except Wei Wei Son."

"Weir avoided repatriation by virtue of its own unique ability, and that's why it saw what happened next." Bode continued.

Burrog looked at Wei Er, and everyone looked at Wei Er.

"All the members were locked up, and the door was not opened again until the morning, and the members were freed. I asked almost all the members, and everyone said that when I joined the club of the undead, Sai Zong already existed. Well, sometimes he wears funny doll costumes, and other times he takes on other roles... Which means maybe Sejong is the oldest of us.

Sai Zong may be the first member of the Undead Club, or even the owner and owner of the Undead Club. "

Wei'er's words attracted everyone's attention. During the long time in the Undead Club, almost every member guessed who the owner of this place was, but no matter how long they guessed, they never came up with an answer. But today, this secret may be revealed.

Burrog could feel that everyone was getting excited, and the breath was tense again.

"I avoided the repatriation and sneaked in carefully. I saw Sejong take off that ridiculous doll costume. He was covered in wounds and burning flames."

Wei'er's voice became ethereal, as if she was telling a distant story.

"I saw that he was talking to another person. They were not talking smoothly and almost had a conflict. I guess that's why the members would be awakened. That person might be the enemy of the Undead Club."

"Who was that man talking to Cyzon?" Bologo asked on point.

"A strange man," Val said. "He was wearing a heavy diving suit with sticky tar hanging on it."

Following Weier's narration, Bologo's expression became more and more serious. Others also noticed the change in Bologo, and Selei asked cautiously.

"Bologo, you don't know that man, do you?"

The members looked at Bologo in unison. Bologo didn't speak, but just lowered his head and kept silent. After a long time, he opened his mouth.

"And then? Weier? Then?"

"Then?" Wei Er replied, "They disappeared in place, I don't know where they went."

Bolog took a deep breath. He had already guessed the other party's identity. Apart from Leviathan, Bolog couldn't think of anyone who would wear such a weird attire. What's more, besides him, who else could make Saizong so serious? right.

As for where they had gone, Burrog's gaze fell to the stairwell.

"What do you know, Bologo?"

Weier walked up to Burrog, staring at Burrog with cat eyes, and asked.Judging from Burrog's various performances, he should know more than everyone present. kind.

Bologo took a long breath, and slowly pulled out the grudge from his waist, the black and cold blade was like a shadow.

"I'm going to ask someone first, and I don't know if he's at home."

Burrog was joking, and the next moment Grudge slit his throat.

Wei'er couldn't dodge in time, and was sprayed on the face by the gushing blood. It froze for a moment, and then jumped off the table while screaming. The other members also froze in place, leaving only Bologo's body lying on the chair, The wound in the throat was like a fountain, and a small column of blood gushed out.

Everyone shifted their gazes to Seri, who said with some embarrassment.

"Don't look at me, I don't know what these young people are thinking..."