Endless Debt

"Weier! Do you want to go on a trip recently? Yes, just like before, find a place to hang out. You have been living in this damn place for almost several years, aren't you going to move somewhere?"

Sere started talking nonsense as if he was ill.

"Although we have traveled to all countries, what about the islands in the south? What about the ice fields in the north? And the other side of the sea... There are so many unsolved mysteries in this world waiting for us to explore! What are we waiting for? Woolen cloth!"

Sere did not answer Boluogo's question. He picked up Weier and excitedly described the weird future.

Wei'er obviously wasn't going to tolerate Serei, so she slapped him on the face.

"my face!"

Sere covered his face and screamed, rolling on the ground several times.

"Traveling with you? This is impossible, Serei. Ever since you threw me into the sea, I never want to go out with you again."

Weier licked the blood on her paws, and she still resents that terrible trip to the bottom of the sea.

"I can go by myself!"

Serei was howling like a ghost. He quickly got up and rushed directly into the bedroom upstairs. After a jingling noise, the guy packed up a bag of luggage.

"Weier, please help me say goodbye to the others. Just say that I am going on a trip. I will definitely come back in about... about a hundred years!"

After Se Lei gave Wei'er instructions, he prepared to leave without looking back, but at this moment, a cyan light track passed by, and a group of swarming snakes sealed the door layer by layer.

Borogo raised his hand, the light of ether shining in his hand. It feels really good to be in charge of the ether. If possible, Bologo never wants to experience the ether vacuum again.

"Boluogo... we are good brothers."

Sere slowly turned his head, his tone was deep and touching, and he played the emotional card.

"what is going on?"

Borogo asked again, "That guy named Olivia Villeless."

"Olivia?"

Wei'er's eyes lit up, and it seemed to know the name. It was about to say something, but was interrupted by Sere's scream.

"Weier!"

The sound is shrill, and those who hear it are moved.

Wei'er hesitated for a moment. It didn't want to deal with Serei, but thinking about the old relationship, it still decided to keep his dark history for Serei.

Boluogo sighed helplessly, "Let's put it another way, is there any grudge between you and her?"

"A big grudge."

Sere thought for a moment and added, "The kind that will never stop until death."

"It's over. This guy must have come out to kill me. The undead are very annoying in this regard. We all have endless years, so we are surprisingly stubborn about some things."

Sere muttered to himself, his eyes trembling.

For ordinary people, grudges and hatreds will be over in a hundred years, but for the undead, this is not the case. They have endless time to figure it all out.

Boluogo rarely saw Sere like this. The last time he saw him with this expression was when several women he was dating at the same time got together.

Sere is a powerful undead, but he was unable to withstand the anger of the ladies, and several slap marks were left on his face.

Boluogo wanted to ask more questions, but Sere refused to reveal any information. He just drank by himself and mobilized his only brain tissue to think about how to deal with this matter.

"The Club of the Undead can be regarded as a refuge for you." Boluogo murmured.

Boluogo did not continue to ask. Everyone has their own secrets, and Sere's privacy should be respected.

I just didn't expect that there were so many enemies of Se Lei. It would be best to distance myself from Se Lei when I go out in the future.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Boluogo said suddenly, he didn't know how many times he had to take a bath to wash away the blood of Sere from his body.

There was no way to find out what happened from Serei. More importantly, Olivia's matter was not important at the moment. In her eyes, she might have died in the venue.

Boluogo suddenly stopped, looked at Weier, then at Sere, and then thought of the other people in the Undead Club.

These guys have spent a long time and experienced the changes of the times. They have witnessed many things with their own eyes. Everyone is a living witness to history.

Maybe I can pry out secrets from the past from their mouths, such as the part about the fall of the Holy City...

Boluogo shook his head and shook these thoughts out of his mind. He had to do things one by one. The most important thing now was to check his own information, recover the Immortal Heart, and capture TEDA.

TEDA is free and easy, and Boluogo is uneasy. This guy's ultimate goal is Aimu. No one knows what kind of outcome this crazy wish will eventually lead to.

No longer paying attention to Sere, Weier led the way and led Boluogo into the interior of the Undead Club.

Boluogo has been a member for some time, but he has always stayed in the bar and rarely went deep into the Undead Club.

He maintains an appropriate distance from these psychopaths.

The dim light illuminated the brown floor, and various luxurious paintings were hung in the corridor. A sense of time came to him, and Boluogo remembered what Sere had said before.

Compared with the Undead Club, these Undead are all young people. The Undead Club existed many, many years ago, and the ancient virtual realm shrouded in the building has been born since then.

Sere currently manages the Undead Club, but in his words, he is actually just a bartender, at most a storekeeper.

The most important member list was not in Sere's hands. He didn't even know if there was such a thing as a member list here. He didn't know much about how many members there were in the Undead Club.

In addition to these, what surprised Bologo the most was that Sere didn't know who founded the Undead Club. The only one with higher qualifications than Sere was Sai Zong, who was now addicted to being a dog and would not respond to any questions. , all responded with "woof woof woof".

Sai Zong is particularly dedicated to playing a dog.

The spiral staircase continues to extend upwards, as if there is no end, and the corridors are lined up like this, with doors standing on both sides.

"Speaking of which, has anyone ever tried to invade the Undead Club?" Bologo asked.

"Yes, but very rarely. We are very hidden here. Even if some unlucky people wander in, Bode and the others will deal with it." Weier replied, wagging her tail.

"You are a member of the Immortal Club, so there is no hostility towards you here. If unwelcome people come, they will just get lost in it."

Weier said as she stopped and looked at the corridor beside the stairs. The corridor extended infinitely until it shrank to a dark point in her field of vision.

"Just find a room, inject your ether on the door number, and the room will be 'fixed'."

Boluoge listened to Weier's words and stood in front of a room door. It was true that he had lived here before, but those were rooms that Sere had opened for him.

This place is like a hotel. This is the first time that Bologg has opened a room by himself. After injecting ether into the door plate, the name of Bologg Lazarus appears on it. Then the door handle is turned and the door opens automatically.

Boluogo was about to walk in, but he suddenly noticed something, took a few steps to the other side, and looked at the door number above.

"Palmer...Klex?"

Boluogo read out the name on the door plate, and then looked at Weier suspiciously.

"You let that guy move in?"

Weier licked her paws and replied, "Sere and Palmer unexpectedly got along. Although Palmer is not an immortal, he has been given the privilege of being a 'good friend'."

Boluogo still remembered these damn "good friends", these boring undead people, and even organized souvenirs for these short-lived good friends - those wine glasses of different styles.

In his mind, he recalled what Palmer said to himself. Compared with himself, Palmer was more like a member. He spent all day in the Immortal Club and became brothers with these psychopaths.

Especially Serret, the relationship between Palmer and Serret is like meeting each other at a late age. If Palmer had been born earlier, he might have been instigated by Serret and become the mole of the Clerks family.

Hmm... maybe Sere was instigated to rebel and became the mole of the Villeless family.

"If you need anything, you can press the call bell and Serei will respond immediately," Weier then whispered, "Take advantage of this moment to toss him for a while."

"Because of that Olivia?"

Boluogo understood what Weier meant. As long as he didn't continue to ask questions, Sere would be willing to do many things for him.

"Of course, Sere is really unlucky. It's been so long, but someone can still dig up this dark history," Weier muttered. "What's even more unlucky is that you are still an undead and a member of the undead club. , our good brother, Sere can’t do anything to you.”

Boluoge heard the implication of Weier's words, and he asked again, "Where are the other people who know this?"

"All dead."

The cat's eyes stared at Boluogo, "Beheaded, hanged, burned... He didn't even let go of the relevant books, completely burying that period of history."

"Sere thought that by killing all those who knew about it, he could hide these secrets, but we all know that this is just self-deception. There are some things he has to face."

Boluogo thought thoughtfully, "But as long as you are in the Immortal Club, no one can affect you."

"It's like a self-fulfilling prophecy...we'll all get out of the Club of the Undead one day, for some weird reason."

Wei'er realized that she had said too much, and then ordered.

"Anyway, just pretend you don't know these things. The facts of the Night Clan are too complicated. The undead are complicated enough, let alone an undead family. It's a headache to imagine."

Boluoge nodded, and after thanking Weier, he closed the door and darkness enveloped him.