Endless Debt

A hazy light shone from behind the curtains, slightly illuminating the dark room and mapping each object into a vague outline.

Morning, another morning.

Boluogo opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. After his eyes were dull for a few seconds, he stretched hard, got out of bed, and opened the door.

There was silence in the living room. Bologg stood in the tranquility and felt a little uncomfortable for a moment. Normally at this time, he could hear Palmer's snoring, but the snoring had disappeared these days.

Looking up at the calendar, Boluogo murmured, "Has it started yet?"

As a debtor with a broken soul, Palmer's promotion ceremony will become very difficult and dangerous. Coupled with his unlucky gift, in order to ensure Palmer's survival to the greatest extent, in the days approaching the promotion ceremony, he ascended Stove Core launched targeted training specifically for Palmer.

Until the end of the promotion ceremony, Palmer will stay in the sublimation furnace core, so only Bologo is left in the family.

Accustomed to the usual noisiness, Boluogo was a little uncomfortable with this peace for a while.

After spending a few minutes making a simple breakfast, Boluogo spent a few more minutes eating them all, then washing and tidying up, getting dressed...

Bologe has experienced such days many times, and he is as skilled as an experienced craftsman. Before taking out the key to the winding path, Bologe also looked at the time.

Not bad at all.

Bologo was always like this, efficient and precise, just like a machine, but this machine realized that it needed some optimization at this time.

"Should I get a driver's license?"

Boluogo looked at the Key to the Winding Path in his hand and muttered to himself.

Palmer is not Burlogo's pendant. He can't follow Burlogo all the time. Whenever Palmer is away, it means there is no one to drive. Burlogo doesn't have a driver's license, so he can only drive through the Immortal Club. Although Said, this will not delay for long, but if it happens too many times, Boluo Ge will inevitably have some ideas.

After arranging the driving license test into the schedule in his mind, Boluogo inserted the key of the winding path, opened up the darkness, and strode into it.

Just like every day at work, after his vision became brighter, Boluogo came to the Undead Club and saw the familiar bar and wine tables. Sere, who was rare, did not have a hangover, but stood soberly behind the bar.

Thinking of his previous argument with Sere, when Bologe wanted to say hello to Sere and ease the relationship, Bologe froze in place.

In the Immortal Club, the noisy and noisy conversations also stopped.

"Hey, good morning, Boluogo."

Sere, who was behind the bar, noticed Boluogo. He was stunned for a moment, then with a joking look on his face, he raised his glass and said hello to Boluogo.

Boluogo did not immediately respond to Sere's greetings. The muscles in his whole body were tense and he looked around.

Look at the shadowy figures.

Normally there aren't many people in the Undead Club, no more than ten people at most, but at this moment, the place was crowded, and countless breathing sounds overlapped together, like a hurricane brewing.

A creepy atmosphere filled the bar, and under the dim lights, terrifying and mysterious demons and ghosts gathered together. They have different shapes, some are beasts full of fangs, some are hawks with wings, and some are demon snakes covered with scales... Their monster appearances are completely different from humans, as if they are creatures walking out of a nightmare.

Their strange clothes also added to the grotesque atmosphere. Some wore a dark cloak with loose hair covering most of their faces, only revealing a pair of ferocious eyes. Some wore tight black leather clothes. There were metal lines that shone with evil charm, and some were wearing ancient armor, as if they had traveled through the dust of history.

All eyes fell on Boluogo, and Sere introduced him in time.

"Everyone, this is Borogo Lazarus, and he is also a new member of the Undead Club. I think this should be the first meeting between you."

Sere's words relaxed the tense atmosphere a lot. Countless eyes moved away from Boluogo. The monsters started talking fiercely again, and no one paid attention to the young undead.

Boluogo stood stiffly. He had no fear, but was confused by the sudden change in the Undead Club. He tried to listen to what they were talking about. Their voices were low and hoarse, like the cold wind blowing through the cemetery. Gloomy whispers, when these monsters argued loudly, it was like a grand dark symphony was playing inside the bar.

Weird words echoed in his ears. After listening carefully, Boluogo found that he could not understand what these monsters were talking about. Some monsters had strange accents and distorted tones, like broken radios, and some The language used by the monster was one that Boluogo had never heard before.

There are few words that can be understood by Boluogo, and the words are full of weirdness and terror, making people feel heart-stopping.

If he hadn't seen Sere and confirmed that he was not in the wrong place, Boluogo would have suspected that he had entered an unknown forbidden area.

Walking to the bar, Boluogo squeezed out a seat among the tall figures one after another and whispered to Sere.

"What happened? Who are these people?"

Sere straightened his tie and said while wiping the cup, "This is the Undead Club. As you can see, these are all undead."

After saying that, a tall figure next to Boluoge snorted twice. He turned his head, his green eyes flashing under his face covered with carrion and moss. He stretched out his wet hand, and Boluogo felt a little uncomfortable. He didn't react, but still instinctively reached out his hand.

The moss monster held Boluogo's hand, shook it hard twice, and made a strange sound in his mouth.

"He said, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Lazarus," Serei translated from the side. "Everyone is usually very enthusiastic. When I meet you, a new member, I will definitely open a party for you. But there is something going on today. Everyone The response may be lukewarm, don’t worry about it.”

After finishing the translation, Sere bent down and whispered in Bologor's ear, "We all call him the moss monster. He should be from some barbaric primitive tribe. His language is not recorded at all. I have known him for a long time." I can barely understand what he said."

After Boluogo understood the situation, he looked at the moss monster next to him. He showed another slightly awkward polite smile, took the orange juice from Sere, and gently clinked the glasses with the moss monster. The two of them settled like that. acknoledged.

"Members? Didn't I remember that they have been sleeping forever?"

Boluogo picked up a tissue and wiped his wet hands, "Why are they all out today? Is there any holiday?"

Something went wrong. Bologo's expert alarm kept shouting in his mind. In an instant, there were so many undead in Oath City Opos. Once they got out of control, it would be a real disaster.

When mentioning the reason for the members' collective awakening, Sere fell silent. He didn't know whether he wanted to hide it or because he didn't know where to start.

Seeing his hesitation, Bologo immediately asked, "Where is Sai Zong? I want to see Sai Zong!"

Sere may not know the nature of the Undead Club, but Boluogo is different. He knows that Sai Zong is the boss here, and he also knows that there is a sleeping devil hidden at the end of the stairwell.

"Saizong?"

Hearing Sai Zong's name, Sere's eyes changed. Not only Sere, but also the moss monster next to Boluogo looked at Boluogo with an abnormal expression. Even all the undead in the bar stopped talking and started talking. Look at the young member Boluogo.

Boluogo did not collapse under the pressure of the gaze, but instead turned gloomy. In terms of momentum, he was actually a bit more sinister than the crowds of undead.

After being in the Undead Club for so long, this was the first time that Bologg encountered such a strange situation. He didn't want to waste time and walked directly towards the stairwell. Just when Bologg was about to step on the stairs, a black The cat stopped in front of Boluogo.

"Weier?" Boluogo said.

"Bologo."

In response, Weier licked her paws, walked around Boluogo's legs a few times, and rubbed him with her furry tail.

"What happened?" Bologg asked again.

Weier sighed helplessly. She jumped on the wine table, and Bologg followed. The other undead people also gave up their seats, and Bologg sat in the middle.

"We were woken up."

In the silence, an undead man spoke first.

"It stands to reason that with the power of the Immortal Club, no one can interfere here. Besides, we are also very powerful... But this is the fact. A burst of ridicule sounded, and we were woken up by the ridicule one after another, and it was difficult to sleep. "Another undead person spoke.

"Then we felt a...subtle force."

This time it was Bode who spoke. The huge skeleton was sitting not far from Boluogo, and this time Bode no longer held the familiar mop in his hand, but a rusty spear. The weapon has not left his side since the incident.

"It was like being dominated by someone, a sense of mission that suddenly came over me," Bode tried to describe how he felt at the time, "an uncontrollable rage."

"The desire to fight."

Sere's voice sounded, and he pushed aside the undead and revealed his figure.

"Remember what I said? Bologger."

Sere shook the apron on his body, "I don't know when, I became the bartender of the Undead Club. This change is silent."

He said and looked at all the undead in the undead club.

"Similarly, the asylum of the Undead Club is not free. We all have to perform certain functions here. It's just that in the past, it never needed us. But at that moment, an extremely fanatical feeling emerged in my heart. The desire to fight, to fight for the Immortal Club..."

Sere was silent for a while after speaking, and laughed at himself, "How is this possible? Even the Eternal Night Empire has never made me feel such a life-saving mood."

No one laughed at Sere. Everyone nodded silently, indicating that they had the same emotional reaction as Sere. Under the influence of that fanaticism, everyone walked out of the room to destroy the powerful enemy.

"What happened after that? Did a fight break out?"

Boluogo doesn't think so. Even though the alchemy matrix of this group of undead is several generations behind, their rank is fixed and the amount of ether they hold will not change. Once the power of the mountain roars and the tsunami breaks out, It is enough to cause a terrible disaster, and the Order Bureau that is close to this will not sit idly by.

"That's where the mystery lies."

Weier walked to the center of the wine table and said, "As we move forward, the Undead Club has undergone tremendous changes. It has changed from a club to... into a gladiatorial arena."

Bologo suddenly recalled Sai Zong's collection and the weapons on display. From then on, Bologo felt that the current club was not the true appearance of this place, and it turned out to be so.

"Sai Zong, it was Sai Zong who was waiting for us in the arena, but before we could do anything, we were sent back to our respective rooms," Sere said, looking at the black cat on the table, "Except for Wei Son."

"Weil avoided deportation by virtue of her unique ability, and that's why she saw what happened next," Bode continued.

Boluoge looked at Weier, and everyone looked at Weier.

"All the members were locked up. It wasn't until the morning that the door opened again and the members regained their freedom. I asked almost all the members, and everyone said that Sai Zong already existed when they joined the Undead Club. , sometimes he will wear funny doll costumes, and sometimes he will play other roles... In other words, maybe Sai Zong is the oldest among us.

Sai Zong may be the first member of the Immortal Club, or even the boss and master of the Immortal Club. "

Weier's words attracted everyone's attention. During the long time in the Undead Club, almost every member had guessed who the owner of this place was. However, despite their guessing for a long time, they never came up with an answer. But today, this secret may be revealed.

Borogo could tell that everyone was getting excited and breathing nervously.

"I avoided deportation and got in carefully. I saw Sai Zong took off that ridiculous doll costume. He was covered with wounds and burning flames."

Weier's voice became ethereal, as if she was telling a distant story.

"I saw that he was talking to another person. Their conversation did not go smoothly and they almost had a conflict. I guess that's why, the members were awakened. That person may be an enemy of the Undead Club."

"Who was that person talking to Sai Zong?" Bologo asked, getting to the point.

"A strange man," Weier said. "He was wearing a heavy diving suit with thick tar hanging on it."

As Wei Er told the story, Bologg's expression became more and more serious. Others also noticed Bologg's changes, and Sere asked cautiously.

"Bologo, you don't know that person, do you?"

The members all looked at Boluogo. Boluogo did not speak. He just lowered his head and remained silent. After a long time, he spoke.

"Then what? Weier? What then?"

"Then?" Weier replied, "They disappeared. I don't know where they went."

Bologger took a deep breath. He had already guessed the identity of the other party. Apart from Leviathan, Bologger couldn't think of anyone who would wear such weird attire. What's more, besides him, who else could make Sai Zong look so serious? right.

As for where they went, Bologg's eyes fell on the stairwell.

"What do you know? Bologg."

Weier walked up to Boluoge, stared at Boluogo with cat eyes, and asked. Judging from Bolog's various performances, he should know more than everyone present. This is true. After all, among so many members, Bolog is the only employee of the Bureau of Order, and he is the one with high authority. kind.

Boluogo took a long breath and slowly took out the bite from his waist. The dark and cold blade was like a shadow.

"I have to ask someone first. I don't know if he is at home."

Boluogo joked, and the next moment he slit his own throat.

Wei'er couldn't avoid it, and was splashed on the face by the spurting blood. It was stunned for a moment, and then jumped off the table while screaming. The other members also froze in place, leaving only Boluogo's body lying on the chair. The wound in the throat was like a fountain, with a small column of blood gushing out.

Everyone turned their attention to Sere, who said awkwardly.

"Don't look at me, I don't know what these young people are thinking..."