Endless Debt

The Cutting Saw Axe was an ominous contracted object handed over to him by the Bureau of Order. It is said that every owner of it did not meet a happy end.

At first, Boluogo didn't pay too much attention to the warning from the Bureau of Order, until this handaxe accompanied Boluogo through battle after battle, and after slaughtering an unknown number of enemies, under the sacrifice of blood and death, Boluogo... Luo Ge could clearly feel that the ax was waking up little by little and regaining its vitality.

This is not a metaphor in some conceptual sense, but a real thing.

Boluogo still remembers the appearance of the hand ax when he got it, as if it had been dormant in a warehouse for many years. The hand ax was severely oxidized, the blade was covered with rust and scratches, and the leather wrapped around the handle had become dry and brittle. .

But soaked in a steady stream of blood, the hand ax has undergone changes visible to the naked eye. All the rust has faded away. The scratches and gaps have also been corrected and repaired by some supernatural power. The dry leather has also been soaked, and it feels like caressing a piece of warmth. skin.

"Saw Axe?"

Wei'er recalled this word, thinking that she could remember something useful with the undead's long memory bank, but in fact she couldn't remember anything.

Boluogo looked at Bode, who also shook his head, indicating that he knew nothing about this contract object.

"It's normal that you don't understand. After all, you are here enjoying your retirement life. How can you possibly carefully understand everything that is happening in the outside world?" Bologo said.

"Do you have that ax with you?" Bode asked.

"No, this contract object can affect people's minds. Even if you get close to it or look at it, you will be affected by the nameless rage. People with weak minds will be conquered by it at the first time, and then hold it, Killing people indiscriminately.”

Boluogo continued, "Aimu customized a safety box for me. It is made of barrier metal, which can reduce its power to a great extent. Besides working, I keep it in the reclamation room, where it is safer. .”

"A contract object with great backlash, and it seems that it can continue to grow." Weier noticed its special characteristics and couldn't help but worry, "Can you control it?"

"It's just a tool," Bologo said soberly.

Hearing Boluogo's answer, Weier felt relieved. Among these people, Boluogo is always the most trustworthy one. He has many excellent qualities, such as caution, persistence, unyielding, and trustworthiness. .

As long as Bologo promised something, he would be able to do it, as powerful as the devil's blood contract.

"Speaking of which, why are you familiar with this power?" Boluogo asked curiously, "Have you ever had any interaction with this thing... the devil behind this thing?"

Boluogo continued, "Perhaps you are still the debtor of that devil."

"I don't know. It's like a mysterious feeling. I can't tell you the specifics." Weier's voice then became serious, "Also, please don't discuss our past."

"Okay, okay, I understand."

The undead people living in the Undead Club are old people who have chosen peace and retirement here. In order to ensure their peaceful time, they refuse any interference from outside forces, just like Sere.

Boluogo gradually realized that he really could not get any useful information from them. If he pressed too much, it would affect the rare friendship between them... These heartless undead would not care about this, but Borogo would care.

"What do you want to do?"

Seeing Boluoge getting up and walking towards the stairwell, Weier asked.

"I think I should apologize to Sere," Boluogo said again, "His room should be easy to find, right?"

Long before the Decay Plague incident, during their conversation with Sere, the two speculated on the origin of the Undead Club, and in the end they both agreed on the Devil's Land as the answer.

Looking back now, Boluoge still felt a little chilled. He didn't expect that he would drink and have fun in the devil's land every day. What made him even more confused was that the devil who ruled here never seemed to show up. This made Boluogo feel a little chilled. Luo Ge became curious, who was the devil behind this, and what kind of guy was he.

As a land of devils, the Undead Club naturally has many rules. For example, all retired undead will be protected, cut off all grudges with the world, and enjoy peace.

At first, Boluogo didn't understand it very well, but as he got to know these guys more deeply, Boluogo realized that each of them was a sinful guy. Without the protection of the Undead Club, enemies would come knocking on the door that night.

Another rule is that all patrons must contribute value to the Immortal Club. This is easy to understand. They just help maintain the existence of the Immortal Club. Compared with what the Immortal Club gives them, this price is simply mercy. . For this reason, at some point in the past, Sere unknowingly became a bartender.

Entering the stairwell, Bologg took a few steps forward. As he moved forward, the corridor extended silently, like a mirage. Bologg seemed to never be able to reach the end of the corridor, and this was one of the rules.

There are many rules in the Undead Club that everyone doesn't understand, such as this one, but it has no impact on life, so these big-hearted undead don't care about it at all.

Sere has not fallen into a complete sleep. When he chooses to sleep and arrives in the future, just like an ordinary hotel, he will hang a "Do Not Disturb" sign on the door, so that his room will be hidden in endless... There was no one to check in the stairwell.

Most of the undead living in the undead club are in this do not disturb state, and they can sleep for decades or hundreds of years at a stretch.

In contrast, Boluogo came to the Immortal Club for only a few years. Compared with this huge number, it was as short as an instant.

At first, Boluogo was still confused as to why only Weier and the others were the ones who woke up. Thinking about it this way, he summarized this long time into one day. Weier and others were enjoying afternoon tea while the other undead were taking a nap. But Boluogo just knocked on the door, came in and ordered a glass of orange juice.

Boluogo followed the strong smell of alcohol, but around the next corner, an unexpected figure appeared in front of Boluogo.

"Saizong?"

…

"what is it?"

After Boluogo left, Weier was still troubled and trying to remember. The undead have unlimited time, so they can easily get into trouble with certain things.

Bologg had heard from Weier before that in order to pass the time, there was an undead man who made a huge jigsaw puzzle covering an area of ​​dozens of square meters and couldn't finish it. There were also some undead who were happy to carve chess pieces, just like Bologg's War. Like a sandbox, replay every great battle in history.

"Are you still thinking about the Sawaxe?" Bode asked.

"Yeah, it's just idle time anyway."

Weier turned over, rolled to the edge of the bar, and fell directly, but the moment before it made contact with the ground, it turned around nimbly and landed on all fours.

"Huh? Then think about it slowly."

Bode muttered and continued to clean the bar. Even though it was already extremely tidy, he still stubbornly picked up the rag and wiped it over and over again.

The world that humans understand with current technology is limited, and this limited world will one day be consumed by the long lifespans of the undead. This consumption is not in terms of resources, but in spirit. Just like a book with tens of thousands of words, you have read it over and over countless times.

As an extremely experienced immortal, Bode was in such a dilemma. He needed to do something to make himself feel the meaning of existence, so he was meticulous in everything he did.

Bode also made a plan for himself. The plan is based on ten years to give examples of many hobbies for him to learn and master. In this harsh way, he can slow down the consumption of his spiritual world.

In contrast, Weier is in a miserable state. It is restricted by its body and the things it can enjoy are extremely harsh. But fortunately, it still has the freedom of movement, and is not like the "old immortals" who have to suffer from eternal pain. torture.

"what?"

Under various restrictions, Weier likes to think, but not some philosophical reflections, just to think about things to keep her brain running.

It thought as it walked towards the outside of the Undead Club. In boring days, Weier liked to wander around the city in the body of a black cat.

It broke out of the Undead Club and took to the streets.

Slowly, as if the shackles of the mind were lifted, some memories that were about to be completely forgotten slowly emerged. Weier stopped. It recalled many things, and was shocked by these memories. At the same time, it I don’t understand why I couldn’t remember these things when I was in the Immortal Club just now.

"Damn...Bologo!"

Weier realized that the situation was not good, and it turned around and ran towards the Undead Club, wanting to warn Boluogo, but when it crashed into the room, its eyes became glazed over.

"What's wrong, Weier, are you finished wandering around?" Bode asked without raising his head.

Wei'er was stunned for a while, her dull eyes gradually became brighter, and she asked herself.

"Huh? What did I think of just now?"

The black cat turned around a few times, unable to remember what he had just forgotten.