Endless Debt

Boluogo sat blankly on the edge of the bed. It took him a few minutes to fully wake up from his sluggish consciousness. He looked at the clock on the wall. He woke up very early and it was only early morning.

Standing up slowly, Boluogo washed himself briefly and straightened his clothes in front of the mirror.

It was obviously early morning, but it was still dark inside the Undead Club. In order to maintain the internal sealing of the virtual realm, it blocked all light. Serei likes this very much. This Night Clan has avoided the sun for hundreds of years, and now he just wants to continue to avoid it.

When I woke up today, I didn't see Weier, and Bologo didn't find out where it had gone. Each of these undead were more mysterious and elusive than the last, and Bologo was used to their elusiveness.

After leaving the room, deafening snores came from the next room. Palmer was still in a coma. Boluogo didn't bother to pay attention to him and walked directly to the bar downstairs.

To Boluogo's surprise, the bar was very tidy today, as if Sere had rarely drank too much at night. The tables and chairs were neatly placed aside, and the floor was clean.

Bode and Weier were not seen. When Boluoge glanced behind the bar, he was stunned.

In the past, Sere stood behind the bar with a drunken face, handed him breakfast, and chatted with him. But this time, it was not Sere who stood behind the bar, but a guy that Boluogo had never expected. .

Sai Zong was still wearing the dog suit, standing behind the bar mixing drinks. In Boluogo's memory, this was the first time Sai Zong stood up. Could it be that after decades of being a dog, this guy finally felt bored? , think it’s time to play something else?

The eyes under the dog's hood noticed Boluogo's arrival. He patted the table of the bar and motioned for Boluogo to come over.

Boluogo did not refuse and sat at the bar vigilantly. He still remembered Sere's description of Sai Zong. There was definitely something wrong with this guy's brain, but similarly, among the undead he knew, he was among the undead. The oldest guy in the club.

Sai Zong hummed a tune and played with the wine glass for a long time. The whole undead club was eerily silent, as if they were the only ones left.

Sai Zong mixed the wine and placed the glass on the bar. However, he did not push the glass to Boluogo. Instead, he drank it in one gulp.

"call……"

Sai Zong made a sound of satisfaction, while Boluogo was confused. He couldn't figure out what Sai Zong was going to do.

"Good morning, Mr. Borogo Lazarus."

Perhaps it was because he hadn't spoken for too long, Sai Zong's voice sounded distorted and hoarse, like a child learning to speak.

"Saizong?"

Bologger whispered his name, and at the same time his inner uneasiness grew stronger.

There are often plots like this in horror movies. When the normal world becomes abnormal, people will have a sense of panic that their safety has been destroyed. Just like when Boluogo met Sai Zong for the first time, a human played the role of a human being. A dog, as if it were cursed.

As time went by, Bologg got used to all this and regarded this abnormality as normal. But now that the abnormality has been corrected, the distortion it brought caused Bologg to once again fall into the suspicion that his safety had been breached.

Under the dog's hood, his deep eyes were fixed on Boluogo. He dipped the wine in the glass and drew a water stain on the table of the bar.

"Behold, this is the course of destiny."

As Sai Zong spoke, the water-stained trajectory bifurcated and turned into two parallel paths moving forward.

"Now we come to a fork in the road of destiny."

The trajectory bifurcates again, like a towering tree that grows, one level after another, turning into countless parallel and forward trajectories. They all start from this moment and branch out into countless futures.

As his fate continued to diverge, the uneasiness that had been lingering in Boluogo's heart continued to rise until it completely exploded.

“Trust your gut and make the right decision.”

Boluogo stood up suddenly and asked loudly, "What on earth are you talking about!"

"What did you say? I didn't say anything."

Sere slowly raised his head and looked at Boluogo with a tired face, wondering what was wrong with him.

Cold sweat soaked the back of Boluogo's clothes. He stared blankly at Sere in front of him, and looked around with trembling eyes.

The bar was in a mess, with tables and chairs overturned, wine bottles rolling around, and several high-heeled shoes among them, as if the place had just experienced a carnival party not long ago.

As usual, Bode mopped the floor and arranged the things in the bar, waiting for them to be messed up again the next morning.

"Sere you..." Boluogo murmured.

"What are you talking about? Hurry up and finish your meal and go to work."

Maybe it was because he had too much fun last night, but Sere's head hurt so much that he didn't want to reply to Boluogo at all.

Boluogo looked at the bar in front of him. As usual, breakfast was placed in front of him, accompanied by a glass of orange juice.

"Where's Sai Zong?"

Boluogo was sure that it was not a so-called hallucination. Something must have happened.

"Saizong?" Sere didn't understand why Boluogo mentioned that annoying dog. "Isn't he here? He must have gone out for a stroll. What's wrong?"

"No...nothing."

The beautiful morning was turned into a mess by Sai Zong. Boluogo was not in the mood to have breakfast at all. He covered his forehead, confusion and pain looming. He said nothing and left the Immortal Club directly.

"Damn it! Don't you touch a bite of my breakfast of love!"

Seeing Boluogo leaving directly, Sere yelled and cursed behind him, but Boluogo didn't look back.

Sai Zong's words kept echoing in his mind. He was hinting at something, but this guy refused to say it clearly.

intuition?

Boluogo started walking quickly, then trotted and then ran wildly.

The man's figure was running rampant on the street, like a company employee who was about to be late, but it was still early, and even the sky was only dim. It was hard to imagine what kind of black-hearted company would require clocking in at this time.

There were very few pedestrians and vehicles on the street. He simply ignored the red light warning, like a wolf rushing into the city.

The screen gradually zoomed out, and then was covered with a layer of snowflake texture. In the dim cabin, the tyrant sat comfortably on the sofa, watching Boluogo running on the screen, and burst into laughter.

The door was pushed open, and another person walked in. He glanced at the bald man on the sofa, and he knew that this was one of the carriers of the tyrant in the world.

The visitor was carrying a box of beer and several bottles of sealed wine. If Sere were here, he would definitely recognize these wines. They are all his collection, in order to avoid being discovered by Palmer. , he hid all these things under the bed.

"Move to the side."

The visitor sat down and squeezed the tyrant, and then he also leaned down, looking comfortable.

"What do you smell like?"

The tyrant covered his nose and looked at the other person with disgust.

"What a dog should smell like," Sai Zong replied.

The tyrant didn't understand and asked, "Is it really fun to be a dog?"

"It's not interesting, but it's quite suitable to pass the time." Sai Zong bit open a bottle of beer. "I only follow the most basic instincts. I don't have to think about anything, and the corresponding worries are reduced a lot."

Sai Zong bit open another bottle of beer and handed it to the tyrant.

"Have you started to like drinking?" The tyrant took the bottle and recalled, "I remember that you prefer killing. Every time I talk to you, you are killing, non-stop."

"You know those people in the Immortal Club are all real drunkards. Over time, they will inevitably develop some bad habits."

The tyrant seemed to have heard some kind of joke and laughed uncontrollably, "Compared to your heightened desire to kill, drinking is already a good habit."

"How long has it been since you were stained with blood?" the tyrant asked further.

"It's been a while," Sai Zong didn't hide it. "This is the benefit of focusing on being a dog. My heart has become very peaceful."

"You know this is an illusion, and you can't always curb your instincts," said the tyrant.

"Then do you want to see my instinct?" Sai Zong glanced at him sideways.

The tyrant was silent, then smiled and shook his head.

"So what does this mean? Are you picking your debtors?" Sai Zong looked at the TV screen.

"A new round of disputes is about to begin, and we are all gathering strength."

The tyrant's words paused and then became stern, "You shouldn't have contact with Boluogo."

"But you interrupted my Qianxiu, I ruined your plan, and we were even," Sai Zong drank to himself, "You gave the fantasy seed to that girl? Is it worth it?"

"It belongs to her. She is so unique, isn't she?"

"What about Boluogo?"

Sai Zong was concerned about the tyrant's attitude, "Bologo is already a debtor, why do you pay so much attention to him?"

"He is just a supporting character...and aren't you curious about who took Boluogo's soul?"

The tyrant pressed the remote control, and the screen zoomed into a close-up view, and Bologo's appearance was clearly visible.

"you……"

"Shh, don't talk, just watch quietly."

The tyrant stared closely at Boluogo in the picture, vaguely seeing the green light spots emanating from his body, and he murmured in a very low voice.

"I found you."