Endless Debt

Cere Velaris, the former Lord of the Night Clan, is now a bartender and pole dancer in the Undead Club.

Boluogo has known Sere for many years. Although he does not fully understand the heart of the Night Clan lord, Boluogo can see his emotional changes to some extent.

There are always a few expressions on Sere's face, a careless smile that doesn't care about anything anytime and anywhere. He is lonely from time to time, as if he is expressionless when he is tortured by loneliness, or he is drunk and acting wantonly. , a distorted expression.

Now Bologo saw another emotion hidden in Sere, an emotion that even Sere himself had almost forgotten.

anger.

Olivia was like a taboo word. The moment Bologo read it, Sere was completely angered.

Boluogo could clearly feel the oncoming murderous intent. The violent aura almost condensed into substance. It turned into blood-red wings and spread out behind Sere. The floating feathers fell on the skin, bringing the knife with it. Pain like a sword slashing.

"You can't, you can't do this, Bologo!"

Sere's voice became louder, and he strode towards Boluogo. Boluogo did not deny Sere's anger at the moment, and his terrifying lethality, but Boluogo still stood where he was, motionless. .

Raising his hand, Sere's palm was pale, as if there was no trace of life, cold and bloodless, with cyan blood vessels bulging under the skin, like ugly earthworms, which made people shudder.

In the blink of an eye, the noble appearance disappeared, replaced by a horrific nightmare.

The nails grow, sharp and powerful, as if they are full of sharp teeth, ready to tear into pieces anything that blocks its path.

Sere's face was hideous, and his skin had become extremely dry and uneven, full of wrinkles and pits. It looked rough and uneven as if it had been baptized by the years, leaving only a lifeless and tight texture.

Under the sunlight, Boluogo could clearly see the texture between the skin, which was like the patterns carved into it by a knife. It made people shudder. The blood vessels were bulging one after another, showing a cyan or purple hue. You could almost see the blood. The blood vessels flowing in it are delicate and complex, like a vast river and lake formed by small rivers, exuding a strange and gloomy atmosphere.

This may be the true appearance of high-level night clan.

Boluogo's breathing was tight. He was not afraid of what would happen next. Sere was restricted by the power of the Undead Club. He could not hurt anyone, let alone being an undead himself. He could only punch a few times. . Boluogo was ready.

The distance between the two people quickly shortened, and just when Sere was about to touch Bologo, the sun rose, and the warm sunlight penetrated the gaps between the buildings, splitting a golden line in the shadow.

This line separates Bologo and Sere.

Sere stopped in front of the golden dividing line, and his deformed hand had already crossed the border at this moment.

The sun brushed through the palms, and the surface skin was charred and scorched. The dead muscle cells evaporated and emitted a pungent smell, as if they had been scorched by fire. The cracks were dense, like a fragile piece of ceramic shards, ready to be torn into pieces at any time. fragments.

As time went by, Sere's skin continued to darken and harden, with countless small holes opening, from which a bloodthirsty smell emanated. A chilling stench filled the air.

Then came the evaporation of flesh and blood, and the whole piece of flesh and blood sunk. The body continued to shrink, and the blood and cells slowly disappeared, leaving behind a pile of black and gray shells. Some flames were released from the inside of the body, exuding a strong The smell of blood.

The sting of sunlight made Sere wake up. He put away his hand. When he was out of the sunlight, the ashes faded away and fresh flesh and blood grew rapidly.

Seeing this scene, Boluogo remembered what Jeffrey had said to him when he first came to the Immortal Club. Serre's bloodline is extremely noble. Even in the face of the deadly sunlight, Serre still has a certain ability to move by virtue of his own immortality.

"Have you calmed down?" Bologg asked.

"You're such a bastard, Bologger."

Sere raised his head and glanced at Boluogo, then directly crossed the dividing line of sunlight and walked towards the Undead Club behind Boluogo.

"Sere!"

"Quiet, leave me alone!" Sere complained.

"No, I mean, if you're so resistant, we can skip this topic," Borlog said apologetically, "We can talk about something else."

Sere looked at Boluogo, his eyes showing full pain, but soon, this emotion was hidden, and he left a sentence.

"Olivia is not the regent. There is someone else who is the real regent."

After saying that, Sere walked into the Undead Club without looking back.

Borlog asked, "Why are you so sure?"

"Because she promised me, swore on her mother."

Sere slammed the door, and the sound echoed in the empty streets.

…

When Boluogo followed into the Undead Club, he only saw Sere's back flashing in the stairwell, the footsteps gradually faded away, and then there was another loud slamming of the door.

Boluogo stood there, thinking about what Sere had just said, when another voice sounded.

"Don't worry, Boluogo, Sere is just in a bad mood recently."

Weier stepped out of the shadows. Its dark fur was perfect for walking with the shadows.

"The Night Clan has resurfaced again, bringing with it many bad memories. Not to mention, there are always some uninvited guests coming this time, disturbing the peace of this place."

Boluogo knelt down half-kneeling, eye level with Weier, and stretched out his hand to stroke the supple cat's head.

"Sorry, I'm impatient. When Sere wakes up, please apologize to him for me."

Weier rubbed against Boluogo hard, then jumped on Boluogo and stood on Boluogo's shoulder, "This is the rule of the Undead Club. We cannot interfere in the world, not even inform others of information." ."

"Although it is built in a busy city, this place is indeed independent from the world." Boluogo nodded.

Boluogo walked to the bar and sat down. Since Sere was in trouble, he only slept and drank, so the bartender's job fell on Bode.

The giant skeleton rack has plenty of bartending experience, but unfortunately, Burlogo prefers orange juice to alcohol. This has no technical requirements and cannot reflect Bode's professionalism at all.

"Sere has been sleeping longer and longer recently. He may be preparing for a long sleep." Weier jumped on the bar. "Sleep for more than ten years and get rid of these worries completely."

"Excellent means," Bologg habitually sarcastically said, "Are all the undead good at escaping?"

"Of course, otherwise, what do you think the meaning of the existence of the Immortal Club is?" Weier said without caring.

Boluogo sighed. Since becoming the team leader, he couldn't help but take on more responsibilities, which also made Boluogo exhausted, and sometimes even interfered with his decision-making.

"Speaking of it, I used to like dreaming a lot." Boluogo said suddenly.

"Daydreaming?" Weier asked, "You don't look like that. You are more pragmatic."

"No, no, no, I mean literally dreams, what you can see when you close your eyes."

Boluogo slowly talked about his experience, "Probably...maybe because of the particularity of my experience, I can always dream of some weird things."

Such as "past life".

Strangely enough, Bologo tried to sort out his past life memories, but it was more like countless fragments, put together with crude means, like a shoddy montage.

It seems that in the memory of the past life, the concept of "self" does not exist, but only a cold spectator.

"I like to dream, and the strange scenes in dreams seem to me like watching low-budget movies," said Borogo. "What's even better is that watching movies doesn't waste my time. Time, because it all happened in sleep.”

"Do you think dreaming has extended your 'life' to a certain extent?" Weier asked.

"So, I used more time to experience more strange things, although most of them will disappear after I wake up."

Boluogo said, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, "But after I became an undead, I rarely dreamed."

"Probably because I instinctively know that death will not knock on my door, so I am no longer afraid of the passage of time, and even the dream of extending my life has become meaningless."

"Why are you saying these suddenly?" Weier didn't understand.

"I saw what Sere looked like just now. He was playing chase with the sun. Sere seemed to be longing for death, but when the sun fell on him, he acted like a coward and panicked."

Burlogo said softly, "His face was full of sadness and emptiness...Palmer said he was afraid of becoming like his father, completely losing his interesting personality, although people often think about this Change is called maturity.

I think the same is true for me. When I see Sere like that, I wonder if one day in the future, I will become like him. "

Boluogo became distressed unexpectedly, "It's like I have always wondered why I made the wish to die in the first place... Only cowards desire immortality."

"Are you afraid you're a coward?"

"Well, I'm afraid that the self I expect is completely different from my true self, just like a split self..."

Weier shook her tail, and the tip of her furry tail rubbed against Bologg's nose, making Bologg want to sneeze.

"Don't think about those things. I can feel that, Boluogo, you have full courage."

Weier continued, "Perhaps you made the immortal wish for something else."

With Weier's comfort, Boluoge felt better. After drinking the orange juice, he looked in the direction of the stairwell again.

During the month of his absence, it seemed that Sere was under a lot of pressure. Similarly, Sere must also know something, but due to the constraints of the rules and some of his own problems, he did not want to speak to anyone.

Also, with the advantage of being an immortal, the disturbances of the world are meaningless to him.

"Speaking of which, Boluoge, did you encounter anything this time?" Weier said.

Boluogo didn't know, "I don't understand something."

"Um?"

Weier walked around Boluogo a few times, and then jumped on Boluogo's shoulder. The cat's face was completely pressed against Boluogo's cheek, rubbing it hard like sandpaper polishing a model. go.

Black cat hair was flying, and Boluogo felt that he was almost allergic to cat hair.

"You smell strange."

Weier looked at Boluogo doubtfully, "Actually, I have vaguely smelled that smell a few months ago, but it was too thin, so I thought it was just an illusion. But as time goes by, that smell on your body It’s getting stronger and stronger, as if it’s been pickled.”

"I pay attention to personal hygiene."

Boluogo opened his collar and smelled it carefully. He was very clean and had no odor at all. As a professional, work and private life are kept separate, so Bologna never goes to bed with his hands bloody.

"Can you describe this smell in detail?" Bologo asked.

The big cat eyes narrowed, and Weier leaned over the bar and asked Bode, "You also smell it, right?"

Boluogo was about to scold Weier, saying that Bode was a skeleton and had no nose to smell, when Bode said, "Well, I also noticed something."

"ha?"

Boluogo's mind became confused. He wondered if these people had joined forces to prank him.

It is difficult to fathom the thoughts of the undead, just like Sere, who looked decadent early in the morning, but in the previous few hours, he was dancing passionately on the pole.

Speaking of this contrast, Boluogo was once curious whether Weier would bury the cat litter by herself.

This is so offensive, let it go.

"What we are talking about is not a common smell, but a smell of power," Bode explained for Bolog. "To use a term you are more familiar with...umbilical cord."

Boluogo's expression became serious.

The umbilical cord refers to the strange connection between the debtor and the devil. However, with the deepening of the understanding of the devil, its concept has been expanded and can be regarded as all connections with the devil.

An aura associated with the devil.

Boluogo became confused. Counting from the time he joined the job, ordinary field staff would not encounter devils more than once in their lives. Boluogo saw them almost every day, and they were not even the same. If every devil had a unique aura left behind, On his own, Boluogo must be a bunch of flowers that can knock someone down.

So here comes the question. Boluo Ge's aura has been messy for a day or two. Weier and the others didn't react at all before. Why did it attract their attention this time?

"Have you encountered anything weird during this time?" Weier asked. It felt that this breath was very familiar, but it couldn't remember it for a while.

Boluogo confessed, "No, most of the weird things, as long as they can be killed, have been killed by me."

Weier was silenced by Boluogo's answer.

"If there is anything special about it..."

Bologo analyzed the date and calculated when the anomaly started, and soon a weapon appeared in his mind.

"I got a contract object from the Bureau of Order half a year ago."

It is related to the devil, it happened recently, and it has always been with Boluogo. After thinking about it carefully, all Boluogo can think of is the terrifying and violent forbidden weapon.

"According to official information, its name is Fasuo Saw Axe."

My schedule has been crazy lately. I fell asleep at 8am last night, and then slept intermittently until 10pm. The number of words in the update may be less, but it won’t be interrupted, probably.