Endless Debt

The friendly and joyful atmosphere was no longer, but turned into an extremely serious atmosphere. Boluogo felt like a criminal, surrounded by these people, with nowhere to escape.

"What's wrong?"

Boluogo was confused by the change in attitude of Sere and others. Why did they react so loudly just by talking to Sai Zong.

Sere snapped his fingers, and Bode stood up and closed all the doors. He also checked the door of the Undead Club to make sure it was closed tightly.

Wei'er looked around cautiously. This was their territory, but it seemed that there was an unknown enemy entrenched deep in the Undead Club.

Sere abandoned his relaxed and casual demeanor and became extremely nervous.

"You mean that at the very beginning of the chaos in the timeline, Sai Zong took the initiative to remind you and talk to you."

Sere asked seriously, "Then Sai Zong disappeared and hasn't come back until now, right?"

"Well, so...is there something wrong with Sai Zong?"

Boluogo said in confusion. In his opinion, the undead people in the undead club were all happy to get along with each other. If these guys had nothing to do, they would give Sai Zong a kick to tell this troublesome guy to get away.

But now they are full of awe and... vigilance towards Sai Zong?

"There are so many problems. After getting along for a long time, we all know each other's past to some extent, but only Sai Zong... we know nothing about Sai Zong." Bode said at this time.

"We have known Sai Zong for a long time, but you may not believe it. We have hardly communicated with Sai Zong," Weier said. "He has been playing some weird roles, switching roles every few decades. , he would only say a few words, and most of them were unimportant chats."

"We felt that Sai Zong was numbing himself by turning himself into another character. We asked him about it, but he said nothing about it."

Sere played with the wine glass in his hand and analyzed Sai Zong's thoughts.

Everyone in the Immortal Club has a bad past, and everyone numbs themselves in different ways to spend the long years.

Alcohol and joy are Sere's haven, and twisting himself into another existence is Sezon's way of escaping from problems.

Boluogo asked in confusion, "So why are you so wary of Sai Zong?"

Sere narrowed his eyes. He was a little hesitant. He didn't know whether to continue talking. Bode and Weier's attitude was also the same. The atmosphere became serious and depressing. In the eyes of these undead, the club that used to be extremely safe was also It started to become extremely dangerous.

"Bologo, have you ever thought about who founded the Undead Club?"

Facing this mysterious question, Boluogo shook his head. He had been to the Immortal Club for less than a year and didn't even know a few members. How could he know such a thing?

"Could it be that...do you suspect that Sai Zong is the owner of the Immortal Club?"

Boluogo quickly realized another point, and there was uncontrollable surprise in his voice.

Everyone acquiesced to Boluogo's answer in silence. Weird emotions lingered among several people. Sere picked up the wine bottle and poured a few more glasses of wine, hoping that the alcohol would ease the tension.

"Contrary to what you think, I didn't actually join the Undead Club after the Dawn War a hundred years ago. I got to know this club long before that."

Sere shook the wine glass and watched the ice cubes colliding back and forth. In the refracted light, his thoughts were pulled back to years ago.

"That must have been...many years ago, right? I can't remember exactly. I remember Sai Zong invited me at that time. I would come here as a guest from time to time, but I didn't stay and become one of them. ."

Boluogo listened quietly to Serre's story. The former Lord of Night Clan rarely talked about his long past.

"After the Dawn War, I had nowhere to go. Then Sai Zong appeared again. He invited me again. This time I agreed, and then I came here."

Sere felt a slight chill pass through his body, and only then did he realize something belatedly.

"Then something wonderful happened, Bologg.

No one told me what to do, but when I lived here, as the days passed day by day, I didn’t know what was going on. I somehow assumed some identity here and became a bartender. "

Sere smiled and glanced at the familiar bar.

"Like some kind of assimilation, I became a part of the Undead Club unknowingly. As a bartender, a person in charge manages this place. As for Sai Zong, after I came, he seemed to be relieved of his responsibilities and indulged in in one’s own performance.”

Boluogo felt a little frightened by the story Sere told, "All of this happened subtly, didn't it?"

"Absolutely, when I realized all this, I had been working for many years and invited many new members," Sere said. "I was shocked at the time and felt like I had fallen into a devil's cave. I immediately went to talk to Sai Zong confronted me, and in a rare moment, he ended his performance and responded to my words."

"The safe haven is not free. Everyone must contribute their value to maintain the operation of this place."

Sere recited Sai Zong's words at that time, thinking carefully that these words were spoken a long time ago, but he still remembered them so clearly.

"He said that I can leave at any time if I want. The Immortal Club never binds anyone. The reason why we can't leave is because our past binds us and prevents us from returning to the world."

Sere paused. He thought of his bad past and couldn't help but sigh, "He's right. We are not trapped here by the Undead Club, but by our own past. We can't help but sigh." leave."

"It's easy to leave, as long as you really step out of that door, never look back, and meet the fate you should have met. But after so many years, none of us have the courage to do so."

He pointed at the door of the Undead Club. Every undead is free but imprisoned.

Everything has a price.

"From then on I felt something was wrong with Sai Zong, but you also see the way he usually looks and it's really hard for people to take him seriously."

Serei spread his hands helplessly. No matter how scary and mysterious he was, he pretended to be like a dog every day, peeing everywhere and chewing on the corners of the table. No one could take him seriously, and would instead punch and kick him.

Boluogo understood what Sere meant, "Among you, Sai Zong is undoubtedly the most senior one. He even said that it was your arrival that took over Sai Zong's responsibilities to a certain extent, so you doubt him. …He is the owner of the Immortal Club?”

After finishing speaking, Boluogo was also surprised by his idea, which was like a wild idea with no basis at all.

But...but Boluogo couldn't help but believe that this was the only truth, and he thought others felt the same way.

"The older it is, the more noble it is, and the more impermanent it is."

Sere did not answer Boluoge's words, but just whispered quietly.

"This is an abnormal phenomenon. Sai Zong took the initiative to stop acting, talk to you and left the Undead Club."

Bode's voice was low and roaring, and the cold skeletal face turned towards Boluogo, "We still don't know the identity of Sai Zong, nor do we know what his status is in this undead club, but what is certain is that , he is definitely not as simple as he appears."

The conversation between the few people gradually fell into silence. They didn't know what to say next, so they just drank sullenly.

Boluogo thought of the spiral staircases in the Undead Club and the seemingly endless hallways. There were unknown secrets hidden in this seemingly relaxed and pleasant club.

No one knew Sai Zong's true identity or where he went. At least in the following days, Boluogo never saw the funny figure dressed as a dog again.

Deep in the Undead Club, at the end of the hallway where almost no one has ever entered, a door was closed tightly, and faint snoring could be heard from inside. This snoring has been going on for a hundred years. Someone has been sleeping here and has never woken up.