Endless Debt

When Boluogo woke up, as he expected, he was lying in a familiar border sanatorium. He had changed into hospital clothes, the needle was buried in his blood vessel, and the alchemical potion in the bottle was slowly injected into his body.

After a while, it was Boluogo's third year of work, and he began to become familiar with this process. Whenever he was exhausted and comatose in battle, and his resurrection time was extended, he would often wake up in a border sanatorium. Just like every time you die you reach the void.

From being confused at the beginning to becoming familiar with the process now, Boluogo felt an indescribable feeling for a while.

Pulling out the needle, Boluogo moved his body. Due to his immortal nature, there would be no problem as long as he woke up. Most of these alchemy potions only played a supporting role.

He recalled that at the end of the battle, Nethaniel suddenly appeared in the sealed building and eliminated the Silent Man. He also remembered that the shrouded virtual realm was clearly not lifted. Could it be that Nethaniel was in the sealed building from the beginning? Inside?

Bologo smelled the smell of conspiracy. He did not say anything, but prepared to question Nathaniel face to face. As for the content of the conversation... Bologo could already guess what Nathaniel would say.

"The decision-making room, everything is an instruction from the decision-making room."

Boluogo said to himself, an ignorant anger welling up in his heart.

I have come into contact with many organizations, some of which are maintained by strange beliefs, some of which are united by a crazy ideal, and some of which surrender to a certain royal power.

Boluogo likes the Bureau of Order largely because of its rationality. It has no faith and no royal power, only cold regulations and absolutely rational decisions.

But looking back on this now, Boluogo suddenly realized that the employees' trust in the so-called decision-making room had reached a crazy level.

Like the ignorant primitive tribes, the fools believe in the prophet.

Everyone has given up thinking. As long as the decision-making room orders them to do something, they will stubbornly and blindly execute it. What is even more frightening is that so far, no mistakes have been made in the decision-making room.

Yes, no errors.

If it went wrong, Bologo would feel more at ease, and now, Bologo couldn't help but wonder what the decision-making room was.

"Speaking of which...I am also a product of the decision-making room..."

Boluogo suddenly thought of this problem. His initial admission and even his release three years ago were all led by the decision-making room.

An idea arose in Boluogo's mind.

Boluogo wanted to arrive at the decision-making room to take a look in person. He wanted to witness the existence of the Director of the Order Bureau with his own eyes.

This was not only inner vigilance, but also his uncontrollable curiosity. His emotions were mixed together and turned into bursts of impulse.

Passing by wards, there were unexpectedly many patients in the border sanatorium today. Boluogo guessed that they were all evacuated from the industrial area. Many field staff were injured in the battle with the Silent Ones.

Stopping a nurse, Bologo found the locker containing clothes. Because he had been hospitalized too many times, these nurses were also familiar with Bologo. There were new uniforms prepared for Bologo, which he wore. The equipment is also neatly placed inside.

In order to kill the speechless ones, Bologo unleashed the scorching scale explosion with all his strength. In the confined space, the effect was beyond imagination. Bologo guessed that even those with power would die under this terrible blow. .

Correspondingly, in the roaring flames, Boluogo's equipment also suffered a certain amount of damage.

Among them, Snake Scale Liquid is the least to worry about. It is a consumable item that can proliferate indefinitely, and its bites are also good. This may be related to the fact that it is a contract object.

The resentment bite has the power of the devil, which is a gift from Irwin, and is also covered with Asmodeus's blessing. In the overlapping narrative, Asmodeus drags the blade from fictional stories to absolute reality. in reality.

His fingers brushed against the dark edge of the blade. There was no damage, not even scratches. Instead, the scabbard used to protect it was burned to ashes by the high temperature and pressure.

Boluogo's movements stopped for a moment. Before he could thank Aimu, he destroyed the scabbard she made. His mood was a little complicated for a moment, and he didn't know if she would be angry.

In the corner, Boluogo picked up the Phantom Dagger, which was a captured alchemy weapon. Because of its ability to travel through winding paths, it can produce unexpected effects in many battles. Boluogo was very happy about this. like.

This dagger has been through many battles with Boluogo, and now it has suffered such an impact. The metal blade has been damaged, the alchemical matrix has become a little dim, and some lines have even broken.

The phantom dagger was damaged, and Boluogo didn't know whether the sublimation furnace core could repair it.

The last piece of equipment in the locker is Boluogo's mask and the Horrible Soul Face. This is also a contract item. Compared with the Snake Scale Liquid, it is the equipment that has been with Boluogo for the longest time.

Now it has become damaged, the greasy leather surface has become dry, and many of the interlaced wires have broken. The alchemy weapon has the possibility of repairing it, but Boluogo has not heard of anyone who can repair the contract object.

After getting his belongings back, Bologo simply signed a signature with the nurse, took out the Key to the Winding Path and prepared to leave.

It will take some time to return to the Bureau of Order by subway, but through the Undead Club, Bologg can return to the Bureau of Order in a few minutes.

Raising the key that contained strange power in his hand, Bologo realized that the key had also been affected to a certain extent. There were many scratches on the surface, but Bologg didn't take it to heart. As usual, he took it Insert it into the keyhole and turn the door handle.

…

"Have you heard? The Bureau of Order has made big moves recently."

Sere lay drunkenly on the bar, and Weier sat on his head, her furry tail repeatedly scratching his nose.

"Ah...ah sneeze!"

Sere sneezed hard and sat up straight. Weier jumped lightly from his head and landed steadily on the bar, with black cat fur floating around.

Weier licked the cat's paw, "It is said to be related to the King's Secret Sword."

"It has nothing to do with us anyway."

This sneeze made Sere dizzy. He felt a little cold, so he got up and wanted to go back to his bedroom to sleep.

Weier said, "Sooner or later it will be related to us."

Sere noticed the deep meaning in its words, became a little more tempered, and asked, "What do you mean?"

"The approaching strife."

"You know, we're not involved in that, we're retired characters."

"I admit this, but what? Can you hold it back?"

Weier stepped forward, stepping on the back of Sere's hand with her soft cat claws. She continued to move forward along Sere's arm until the cat's eyes were almost touching Sere's scarlet eyes.

"Olivia."

Weier said a name that made Sere uneasy.

"It's not good for you to be hiding here but caring about her, Sere."

Sere's expression turned cold, "I don't want to talk about this."

"Oh well."

Weier jumped back on the bar, tilting her head, and her cat eyes reflected Sere's hangover and decadence.

"You have to admit it, Sere."

Wei'er suddenly said something Se Lei couldn't understand, "You do have a good face."

Even after so many years of arrogance and hangover, Serei's face is still handsome. Others show a sense of decadence, which only makes people feel depressed, but Serei's look makes people feel a bit pitiful, like a down-and-out noble. My son, as long as you are willing to help him, he will promise you a fortune.

"When I was still a human, I haven't tried anyone like you before," Weier's words became more and more dangerous, "Wow, Lord of the Night Clan."

Se Lei sobered up a lot in an instant. His whole body leaned back and hit the wine rack directly. The wine bottles shook and made a crisp sound.

"Damn it, I almost forgot what kind of person you were before."

Se Lei said with lingering fear that it would not be an exaggeration to say that Weier had brought disaster to the country and the people.

Unfortunately, Serei has only heard of Weier's story and has never seen her true face. Now she is just a black cat.

"Then have you forgotten what kind of person you were before?"

Weier's words were like swords, and Serei's mind that had just wandered became dead again.

The silence did not last long. They both heard bursts of noise from the wine cellar. The two looked at each other. It was daytime and there were no outsiders in the Undead Club.

"Is it a mouse?"

Weier said and jumped off the bar, and a few seconds later a piercing scream came from the wine cellar.

…

According to the past, the Undead Club looked lifeless during the day, with almost everyone sleeping. It only became more lively when night fell.

But now the sun has not set, and there is a lot of noise in the Immortal Club.

"Oh my God, this is so disgusting. Can Weier come?"

"Shut up, hurry up and chop it down."

In the dark wine cellar, Sere held a grudge, his face full of resistance, and the figure with half of his body stuck in the wall, flesh and blood almost mixed with bricks and stones, kept urging loudly.

"hurry up!"

"Okay, okay!"

Sere yelled, and cut off half of Boluogo's body from the wall with a sword. Blood spilled out. The flesh and blood stuck in the wall was quickly swallowed by the virtual realm of the Undead Club, and the wall became flat again. , while Boluogo fell to the ground, and the flesh and blood below the thigh completely disappeared.

"I felt like I was going to throw up," Sere said.

Weier stood on the wine barrel nearby and said unceremoniously, "I thought you would lie on the ground and lick his blood."

"Between these, can you help me first?"

Boluogo struggled in a pool of blood, with a twisting pain all over his body. He should have realized that if the key to the winding path was damaged, there would probably be problems with traveling through the winding path.

Fortunately, there wasn't much overlap between him and the wall. If his entire body overlapped with it, the void that enveloped the Undead Club would probably crush him directly.

Boluogo didn't want to go back just after being discharged from the hospital, let alone, are these undead really capable of recovering themselves from the virtual realm?

Sere and others are just tenants of the Undead Club, and no one knows the real owner. However, in their conversation a long time ago, Bologo and Sere both guessed about Sai Zong, the mysterious, obsessed and dressed-up dog. The undead hid secrets far beyond what a few people imagined. He might know something.

Now that Sai Zong has left the Undead Club, no one knows what he has gone to do, and Sere has no intention of looking for him. For the undead, it is normal for him to suddenly disappear for decades.

After a period of bloody treatment, Bologo controlled the snake scale fluid and spread out his slender silver tentacles, making him look like a giant spider.

It stands to reason that with Bologg's immortal power, he should start to heal himself, but at Bologg's wound, there is a group of ether that is difficult to dispel, clinging to it like poison, and then Prevented Bologo from healing himself.

Boluogo guessed that this was the power of the virtual realm. He could not underestimate this club of the undead. His own ether was slowly fighting against this ether, and his body was slowly healing.

While waiting for healing, Boluogo was forced to sit at the bar and have boring conversations with Sere.

"Where did we just talk?"

Serei said to himself that the current situation was really embarrassing. Even Serei, a master of active atmosphere, didn't know what to do.

Weier always likes this, reminding Sere of his worst memories from time to time. Sere is very resistant to this. He thought it was another tit-for-tat conversation, but Bologg's accidental entry interrupted everything.

Sere hoped that Weier would stop mentioning these things.

Weier ignored Sere, but looked at Bologe carefully. Now Bologe was a little irritable. This feeling was like being hit by a car just after leaving the hospital. Even for a person with a stable mood like Bologe, Also became a little angry.

"How are you and Amu getting on?"

Wei'er's sudden words confused Sere and Boluogo.

Boluogo was a little dazed, "Wha...what?"

"Haha, that's very interesting, Boluogo." Weier sat down obediently, wrapping her tail around her body, "You are also a very rare type."

Boluogo couldn't help but tremble. He and Sere felt the same strange sense of scrutiny.

Veer is like an avid collector, and Bolog and Sere are both rare treasures.

Boluogo couldn't understand the current situation. He just wanted to heal his legs as soon as possible and then leave here. For the first time, he felt restless in the Undead Club.

He guessed that before he came, Weier must have been talking to Sere about something. Sere was at a disadvantage, and you could see it just by looking at his face. Now that Weier was targeting him again, Boluogo only felt that Bad luck.

"Brogo, do you need some... advice?"

Wei'er introduced herself, "Would you like to talk to us? The two of us are veterans in love, with hundreds of years of experience, and we kill both men and women."

Boluogo never doubted the working experience of these two people based on hundreds of years. Due to the limitations of her form, Wei Er could only stay in the Undead Club honestly. But look at Sere, the female companion next to him looked like Zhou To update the unit, Boluogo has never seen a woman who can tie Sere's heart.

The emotional history of these two people can be published as a book. It may fill an important gap in human beings' emotional relationship between the sexes and be passed down as an academic book.

Borogo didn't need their advice, not in any sense of the word.

Weier purred. That night when Boluogo and Aimu played a test game, this sneaky black cat had already secretly watched everything.

"No... no need," Boluogo shook his head. He knew exactly what these two guys were. "Your suggestion should not be suitable for me."

"Well, indeed, after all, this guy and I are both scum in a sense."

Weier's tail brushed Sere's nose, Sere scratched his nose, "Don't take me with you, I'm very loyal to my marriage."

"Then you have so many women who have sworn allegiance to you. If you pull them out of their graves, you can probably form a reinforced company, right?"

"Not that much, right?"

"Then count all the women you have relationships with."

Sere's expression froze and he remained silent. It's not good to have the same undead friend, because it will remember all the stupid things you did for hundreds of years.

Weier said unceremoniously, "Do you want to continue to refute?"

Se Lei made no sound. He knew that he was in the wrong and could not defeat Weier.

Boluogo was indifferent to the conversation between the two. He understood a long time ago that these people living in the Undead Club are all first-rate bastards and scum. It is difficult for you to judge these people in terms of good and evil, especially It's Sere.

"What on earth are you doing?"

Boluogo's expression became alert. The sudden concern from the two people was really surprising. What was even more surprising was that they were actually paying attention to Boluogo's emotional problems.

This feeling is so bad. It is difficult for Boluogo to describe this emotion. If he has to give a clear description, it is like two people asking themselves what color their underwear is today, and they also want to expose themselves to themselves. Make certain comments about your underwear outfit.

Not only that, Sere might also expose his underwear and seriously advise Bologo to change into his style.

After such thoughts arose, Boluogo's expression became even weirder.

Boluogo has indeed become very interesting, and even the strange fantasies in his mind are singing in strange directions, but Boluogo is still not good at expressing them.

Sere suddenly said, "Wait a minute, you're not the introverted type, are you?"

"ah?"

"It's the kind of person who looks calm on the outside but has a lot of drama on the inside."

"ah?"

Sere and Weier exchanged glances. Boluogo wanted to leave this place, no matter what, he had to leave this place.

What's going on with these two people today? Shouldn't they usually be fast asleep?

Suddenly, a hot alchemical matrix appeared on the surface of Boluogo's body. The accumulated ether washed away the wound, removing the power of the virtual realm bit by bit. Within tens of seconds, Boluogo's flesh and blood began to squirm violently, and the white bones Reshaped, flesh and blood intertwined.

"goodbye!"

Boluogo staggered and left here as if running away.

Looking at Boluogo's slightly panicked back, Weier burst into laughter, "He and you are completely different types! Sere."

"You are just a piece of rotten flesh crawling with all kinds of maggots."

Weier looked a little melancholy, "As for him..."

"Stone?"

"No, just blank."

Sere frowned, "What does blank mean?"

"Literally, like a blank page, without the slightest trace, pure and pure."

Weier said with nostalgia, "I have dated many bad men, but I have never met one like Boluogo."

"Is it boredom?" Sere said, "Bologo is a boring guy, and dating him will only become a one-sided academic seminar."

Weier glanced at Sere, "It's just self-knowledge, like would you drink with a child who doesn't understand anything?"

Serei nodded. He agreed with this. Even if Serei went out to attract bees and butterflies, it was based on your own will.

Many times, Sere often felt a little sad in the blur of joy.

As weird as it sounds, Sere was really saddened by this.

Serei is here to have fun, and so are the others.

Everyone is here to have fun, singing and dancing in a hypocritical atmosphere, until some people get tired of each other and leave unhappily.

Those beautiful emotions become cheap and worthless in the atmosphere of alcohol.

Sere probably understood what Weier meant. Boluogo would shine extremely brightly in that happy atmosphere, deeply hurting hypocritical guys like them.

After recalling Boluogo's morbid and murderous attitude, he also connected with Weier's evaluation of him.

He laughed, "Are you kidding me?"

Sere picked up the fork and made a gesture, "Even if there is no secret power, if you give this bastard a fork, he can kill everyone in the bar. You say he..."

The laughter gradually subsided, and Sere showed a sad look.

"What a damn contrast."

Serei felt that Weier was right, and in the end he could only half-joke.

"Then Boluogo is really old..."

I prefer to use single pages as narrative points, so I will try for a while and update a single page a day, but the number of words is still two updates. In other words, it is still a double update, but two in one.