Endless Debt

Boluogo realized that these undead were indeed very approachable, and it was like a circus here. Boluogo was a violent audience. He had to put some pressure on them and crack a whip to make these guys go there honestly. Jump through fire hoops.

"Jeffrey said on the phone that you don't remember the content of the transaction and are curious about what price you paid to get such a perfect 'resurrection from the dead.'"

Sere really looked like that when he was serious, with a solemn and dignified demeanor...if he could dress properly.

"Devils are not kind and have no mercy. They are just a group of cold businessmen who are loyal to the transaction of 'value' and 'value'. They may appear extremely close to you and even say they will give you a lot of help, but in fact All this is just for their ultimate purpose."

Sere shook his head apologetically and said calmly.

"To be honest, I don't know exactly what happened to you. After all, everyone's 'value' is different, and the transactions are also different, but I think I can tell you a few stories, which may give you Some revelations.”

"A revelation..."

Boluogo nodded, Sere spoke sincerely, and he listened carefully to Sere's next words.

He smoked heavily, exhaling thick smoke.

"The Villeless family is a...debtor family. Because our history is too long and our scale is quite large, over time, we have another name, the Night Clan."

Sere told about his family history. When he heard about the debtor's family, Boluogo was shocked by the truth. He never thought that the debtor could appear in the form of a family, but he did not interrupt Sere's words. Listen quietly.

Boluogo stared at Sere's face. From the first moment they met, he noticed something unusual about Sere, his blood-red eyes, pale and sickly skin, and the sharp lips. teeth……

"This story must have started a long time ago. I can't remember exactly how long it took. After all, for the undead, there is no concept of 'time' in our world.

In short, there was a person who initially made a deal with the devil. He was a coward and was afraid of death. For this reason, he hoped that he could obtain immortality and escape the scythe of death.

But this didn’t work. The guy was an ordinary person with no power and no value at all. The devil directly rejected him, but he was unwilling to accept it. He knew that his current value could not be exchanged for the wish of immortality, so he made He made a crazy decision, a decision that surprised even the devil. "

Speaking of this, Sere's voice paused, and then a little hatred rose in his eyes. Borogo didn't understand why.

"He promised the devil that he would use the infinite future of his bloodline in exchange for this 'gift'."

"Bloodline...infinite future?" Boluogo felt chilled instinctively, "What do you mean?"

"Literally," Serre said scornfully, "that coward sold his soul, and the souls of all his descendants."

"The devil promised him his immortal wish, but the price is that the descendants inherited from his blood will sacrifice their souls to the devil and become debtors at the moment they become the Night Clan.

He used his family's unlimited future to obtain the wish of immortality. "

The blood contract has been fulfilled the moment it is continued with blood.

Boluogo knows such things. The forms of devils are ever-changing, and so are the methods of transactions. According to the records of the Bureau of Order, sometimes they will go in person to sign a blood contract with you, and sometimes they only need you on the phone. A cry of agreement.

The "method" and "medium" for achieving a blood contract are not fixed, and it is actually feasible to continue it with blood.

"But this is just a trick. The 'price' of the trick is an imperfect 'wishes' and a incomplete immortal body."

As Sere said, he pulled out a silver table knife from nowhere and slashed his wrist directly.

"That coward gained immortality. He no longer feared death and was invincible from then on. He was called the Night King, the source of the blood of the Night Clan, and has continued this taboo immortal blood to this day.

It is said that when the Night King signed a blood contract with the devil, he cut his finger with a silver table knife on a dark night and signed his name in blood.

So since then, even though the Night King is immortal, silver weapons can still hurt him. "

The silver knife easily cut through the pale skin, and blood flowed out. The moment it touched the silver, the blood boiled and screamed as if it had turned into strong acid.

The wound cut by the table knife had a burning sensation, as if it had been passed by a high-temperature sharp blade, and the surrounding flesh and blood had become necrotic and withered.

"The coward sold his soul in the lightless night. After that, the coward died, and the Night King was born in the dark night...so he will be chased by the sun all his life. The sunshine that everyone is accustomed to will easily destroy his immortality. Burned to ashes."

Sere said with an awkward smile, "I won't show you the sunlight part. That thing can really burn the Night Clan to death."

Only then did Boluogo notice that there were no windows in the entire bar, and even the door was tightly sealed. For safety reasons, it was also hung with a layer of black cloth.

"This is the origin and immortality of the Villeless family, the Night Clan. As for the boy from the Clax family, he is so wary of me because our Night Clan had a war with these secret societies not long ago."

Sere said casually.

"About... a hundred years ago? It should be a hundred years ago. At that time, the Bureau of Order and the King's Secret Sword were not established. Those secret societies launched a war against our Night Clan in the form of a coalition."

Listening to Serre's words "a hundred years ago", Bologo once again marveled at the undead's concept of time.

"Unlike mania, what tortures us Night Clan is another more cruel curse, which we call 'blood thirst'.

We need to draw blood to satisfy the hungry hole, but after research, we found that in fact, the process of drawing blood is to condense the blood of the people who are being sucked, and condense their souls into liquid and blood. Swallow it into your mouth together. "

Boluogo's heartstrings were touched, and he thought of those dark red potions that contained souls.

"Have you been sucking human blood for all these years?"

Boluogo's eyes became evil. If Sere was related to "human addiction", he wouldn't mind taking action here.

"How could it be possible? I've already said that I am an alien from the Villeless family. What's more, we lost everything in the war a hundred years ago, and now we can only live under your 'rules'."

Sere said and looked at Jeffrey.

"The last time I drew human blood was the 'Dawn War' a hundred years ago," Sere turned to Bolog and said, "You can also notice it, right? The Night Clan is like an uncontrollable virus. Except for those two In addition to the fatal weakness, as long as we transfer our own blood to it during the blood-draining process, the other party can become a member of the Night Clan and obtain immortality."

"Is this mandatory?"

"No, the devil is very fair and follows the rules. If you refuse the blood contract, you will die. If you accept it, you will become a member of the Night Clan."

Sere replied, a look of ridicule on his face.

"But few people can refuse the temptation of immortality before death, right?"

Boluogo did not answer and remained silent.

"Because of this viral expansion, the devil has harvested a lot of souls. I think it should have made a lot of money. The secret societies have gradually realized the danger of the Night Clan. They have launched a war against us and tried to drive us all away.

The ending is that they won the Dawn War.

We can only fight in the dark night, which is too deadly. As long as we hold out until dawn, the secret society's coalition forces will win. But among us there is a condenser of the 'Domination School' who can control the weather and gather together. Cumulus clouds arose, blocking the sunlight and plunging them into despair. "

Sere turned his attention to Palmer again and continued.

“In times of despair, the wind rises.

The 'Glory One' of the Clerks family appeared, a 'Glorious One' who reached the extreme of 'broadness'. He summoned a roaring storm, parting the cumulus clouds like parting the ocean, dazzling the eyes. The sun fell, turning the battlefield into a crematorium in an instant. Countless Night Tribes burned to death in the sunlight. Some Night Tribes with noble blood struggled and wailed in the sunlight for several hours before being burned into nothing. shell. "

After hearing this, Bologo had a feeling of respect for the Klex family, but when he thought of Palmer, this respect disappeared.

"In the subsequent liquidation, most of the Night Clan were executed. Only a few survivors survived, but even if they survived, they were imprisoned. We swore under the witness of the 'Contractor' that the Night Clan would never be the same again. Return to the shadows and end the sinful bloodline."

Having said this, Sere raised his glass to the void.

"Not everyone will be tempted by immortality. During the Dawn War, I have seen many noble and golden souls who refused to become one of us."

Sere seemed to have thought of something, and his expression was a little sad, but like an illusion, the sadness was fleeting, and he smiled.

"Then there's Weier's story. I'll tell it, but it's up to you to tell it yourself."

"I'll tell you for myself."

The black cat in his arms spoke. It jumped out of Boluogo's arms, wrapped its tail around its body, and sat on the bar.

"Actually, Serre's story is more complicated. After all, the Vellelis family almost created an empire of eternal night. The stories of the rest of us are quite simple, just the stories of a group of ghosts who are afraid of death."

Weier said.

"Many stories of the undead seem to start this way...with cowards."