Endless Debt

In order to gain a foothold in the material world, the devils who were rejected by the material world tried their best to open up a small area in the material world that could accommodate themselves. This area may overlap with the etheric world, and thus accommodate their power, becoming their land in the mortal world.

Boluogo has already seen several devil's lands, the strange and changeable mist-shrouded fork in the road, the Happy Garden on the eternal line and railway tracks, and the House of the Rising Sun located deep in the cave and housing many souls.

These countries all have several similar characteristics. They can perfectly integrate into the mortal world. At first glance, it is difficult to find anything unusual, but under this perfect disguise, they each have their own uniqueness. the rule of.

In the Wandering Road, you can use mammon coins to make wishes for your soul. In the Happy Garden, you can gain strength by winning or losing the game. In the House of the Rising Sun, it's even simpler, as long as you share your sight with Belphegor.

What about the Immortal Club?

From Sere's story about how he became a bartender, Bologo noticed a deep uneasiness and weirdness, and then he began to think, maybe this is the rule of the Undead Club?

Anyone seeking asylum must contribute to the Undead Club.

Sere's relaxed expression became tense, and all the muscles in his body were tense. His breathing quickened for a moment, then calmed down, and his whole body relaxed again.

"Bologo, I just got up, don't say these heart-pounding words, okay?"

"You've realized that a long time ago, right?"

"I can only say that I barely guessed it, but I have no evidence," Sere stretched his waist, "Why are you thinking so much? The peace here is hard-won, why bother breaking it."

"Besides, so what if it's the land of the devil? I think this devil is pretty good. After living here for such a long time, he has never shown his face once. He is like a kind landlord who never disturbs the lives of his tenants. .”

Seeing that Boluogo still looked serious, Sere continued, "There is no absolute evil and absolute justice. You should know this."

"Like, can you imagine that I was once a night clan lord who did all kinds of evil?"

"It's really hard to think about, but the devil is different."

"No, no, no, Boluogo, I don't mean that there are good devils among devils. What I mean is that sometimes our interests may overlap with those of the devil to a certain extent."

Sere knew what Boluogo was going to say and quickly interrupted.

"Are you sure that you have some overlap with him?" Boluogo said, looking up at the Undead Club.

"At least that's been the case for hundreds of years," Sere said. "Just based on the appearance, would you associate this place with the devil's land?"

Boluogo was silent for a moment, "No... this place is more like an unscrupulous bar that is deliberately luxuriously decorated, and then makes a profit and runs away."

"This bar is older than you!"

Sere took a deep breath and his expression became melancholy.

"What we have discussed is just speculation. There is no direct evidence to prove any of this. Do you understand?"

Boluogo nodded. Not only did they have no evidence, they couldn't even find the shadow of the devil.

"I think if there really is a so-called master here, I can understand his mood to some extent." Sere said something else.

"Understand what? The fun of raising hamsters?"

"No, it's loneliness."

Sere looked at Boluogo with envy, "You are still young, but we are different. We have lived too long. Loneliness surrounds us. The long life span has also brought endless disputes. We are all tired and longing. A peaceful place to call home.”

"I think the owner of this place also thinks so, so he created such a peaceful place and gathered us undead people to huddle together to keep warm.

The price we paid was also very cheap. We just helped him maintain the operation of the club. "

Boluogo stared at Sere and said, "Are you trying to persuade me not to bring disputes to the Undead Club?"

"Yes, I hope that the Undead Club can continue to be peaceful like this." Sere knew that his little thoughts could not be hidden from Boluo Ge. "I think the devil thinks the same way. You know, our group of undead may lag behind." It has changed with the times, but it still has a certain power, like a sharp sword that is covered with rust but can still kill people.

But he didn't let us go to war. Instead, he huddled in this place, drinking and having fun all day long, or sleeping soundly. "

"What a mercy..." said Bologo.

"Yes, be merciful, even I want to fight for him," Sere further explained, "fight for this peaceful club."

Sere's momentum could not be strong for long, and then he weakened again, as if he had given up, with a hint of pleading in his voice.

"This place is not perfect, but it is the only place in the world that can accommodate me. I love this place and this is my home."

Sere murmured, "Without this, I don't even know where I would go."

So Sere would defend the place, whether he was the bartender or not.

"It's quite surprising," Burlogo said.

"What's wrong?"

"I just find it interesting," Bologo said. "You once had a huge empire but didn't appreciate it. Now you have to give everything for this club."

Sere did not respond. After a while, he said slowly, "You will know later."

He then laughed, "We have a very long lifespan, so we have to tell the story slowly, otherwise it will be finished in one breath. What are we going to do in the next few hundred years, lying on the wine table and watching each other foam at the mouth?" ?”

Boluogo drank the orange juice in one gulp, then stood up and prepared to leave.

"Don't worry, I will not report the speculation here to the Order Bureau."

Hearing Boluogo's answer, Sere breathed a sigh of relief. Over the years, Boluogo was undoubtedly the most difficult guy he had encountered. He couldn't kill him, and he couldn't explain it. If Boluogo believed the truth, Sere really couldn't do anything against him.

"And..." Bologg looked around the familiar bar again, "And I think the Bureau of Order has already guessed the nature of the Undead Club."

Serei's expression became tense.

"Otherwise, why would they leave you crazy people in this city? This city already has enough monsters and monsters."

Bologg often warned himself to remain humble, and he did so. When he was able to detect the anomaly of the Undead Club from the fragmented clues, Bologg believed that the wisdom and memories of all previous directors had been gathered together. Anyone can definitely guess this.

The public is like a supercomputer composed of human brain tissue. Under excessive calculations, few things can be hidden from its eyes.

Boluogo's mind sank, and an unsolved answer emerged from his mind.

So did everyone realize that they, the secret war, and Xilin's alchemical matrix were all just part of the astronauts' conspiracy?

"See you next time, Sere."

Boluogo put aside his thoughts and walked towards the door. He has got a new key and there is no need to stay here.

Sere waved his hand at him but said nothing. It seemed that Boluogo's suspicion put a lot of pressure on him.

Seeing that Boluogo finally left, Sere breathed a sigh of relief. After being stunned for a while, he put away the cups on the wine table, picked up the rag and wiped it briefly, then used a mop dipped in water to clean the floor.

Sweeping away was quite a relief, at least for Sere.

When he reached the stairs, Sere stopped and looked at Obito's footprints on the ground with a puzzled look. According to his memory retrieval, the size of this foot was completely inconsistent with the size of the regular people in the Undead Club.

He raised his gaze and looked at the dimly extending steps. The footprints gradually became shallower until there were no traces left.

Sere was confused for a while, then picked up the mop and wiped them clean. Sere is not worried about intruders. If there is an intruder, he will be very happy.

That guy must be so unlucky that he actually invaded here. In just one thought, Sere thought of many ways to play tricks on the other party.

Sere also knew that it was unlikely that it was an intruder. It was more likely that a certain member had returned. He was too lazy to say hello to him and dragged his tired body directly back to his room to fall asleep.

He may sleep for a few days, or for a few years, it doesn't matter, no matter how long the time is, to the undead, it is no different than a second.

Sere was just curious as to who was back.

The spatial structure of the Undead Club is very twisted. It seems to have no end, extending infinitely towards the darkness. When all the scales are stretched to the limit, the end of the porch appears.

It was a door that was no different from any other door. The copper door plate was engraved with strange inscriptions, as if it were carved with lost characters.

There were bursts of snoring from inside the door. The man was sleeping soundly and deep in his dream. Correspondingly, there was the gurgling sound of blood outside the door. Painful moans were accompanied by breathing, mixed with a little smile. .

The man took a deep breath and swallowed all the blood that filled the corridor into his lungs. The fishy smell made his blood agitated, but he soon suppressed the agitation and his heart became calm again.

Looking at the carpet under his feet, it looked like a brutal massacre. A human body was twisted like a twist at a large angle. The skin was torn under the pull, the tendons were completely broken, and the bones were shattered into powder.

The internal organs were scattered on the ground, and the bloody intestines were wrapped around the torso, like a terrifying python crawling on the corpse. His head was almost completely twisted off, leaving only a little bit of flesh and blood attached to the cervical vertebrae.

The rib cages are bent and lifted one after another, like a blooming bone flower. In the center of the flower's stamen is a heart that is still beating strangely.

It stands to reason that an ordinary person would have died thousands of times after suffering such an injury, but this twisted human body still has full vitality.

The flesh and blood slowly bonded together, and the body riddled with holes tried to get up. Amidst the weird rustling noise, the man took a step forward, without deliberately exerting any force, just stepping lightly on the ground. On the other party’s body.

At the moment of contact, the power of brutal slaughter spread, and the flesh and blood it touched exploded into blood spray, and this destruction quickly spread to other limbs and flesh like a germ.

In the blink of an eye, the crushed flesh and blood completely soaked into the twisted body, but after moans that sounded like laughter, the body was still not dead. On the contrary, the body was shaking violently, and the blood seemed to flow endlessly. , gushes out from it like a spring of blood, and the erupted blood gradually soaks the ground, covering the man's feet, forming a shallow puddle.

After the violent boiling, the blood calmed down, like a delicate mirror, in which the man's figure was reflected. Then at a certain moment, the reflected figure changed, and an elegant lady replaced the man's figure.

She stretched out her hand towards the man. The hand did not break through the mirror, but appeared directly in front of the man. He raised his head and saw that this lady had arrived in front of him without knowing when, with blood in her eyes. The figure is just her reflection.

"You've crossed a line, Beelzebub."

Facing this lady, the man's voice was cold and full of suppressed murderous intent.

He hadn't been this angry for many years. If he hadn't happened to return at this time, Beelzebub might have knocked on the door behind him at this moment.

Beelzebub's voice was full of charm, "The person I want to see is not you, Sai Zong, but the one behind the door."

After hearing this, Sai Zong's expression trembled slightly. This was not fear, but trying to suppress his anger.

Sai Zong looked very embarrassed at this moment, his body was covered with dirt and dust, as if he had returned from a far away place. As for the ridiculous dog costume he was wearing, he didn't know where he had left it.

Beelzebub's transgression aroused Sai Zong's anger, and the blood on the ground was undoubtedly catalyzing Sai Zong's will. He tried his best to stay calm and spoke with difficulty between his teeth.

"Shut up."

"You should know that he... you can't continue to hide. You are a member of the dispute and you can't stay out of it."

Beelzebub seemed to be looking at Sai Zong, but her eyes actually fell on the door behind Sai Zong. Her purpose was very simple, just to open that door, but now Sai Zong stopped here, It's like a high wall that cannot be climbed.

"Get out of here, Beelzebub, don't make me do it a second time."

Sai Zong's voice trembled, and the sonorous sound of the clash of swords could be vaguely heard.

"You don't care about disputes, that's fine, but what about the 'New World'?"

Beelzebub pushed all her chips away. She knew that Sai Zong would not have many opportunities for her to speak.

The word "New World" seemed to be magical, causing Sai Zong's rising anger to cool down for a moment. Seeing such a scene, Beelzebub knew that her chips were right, and she continued.

"Intelligence from Mammon, he suspects that Leviathan is still planning a plan for the new world, in order to win over everyone and become the only winner... We must stop him, just like when the Holy City fell."

Sai Zong fell silent.

"What are you hesitating about? Once he becomes the only winner..."

Saizong growled, interrupting Beelzebub's words.

"Then let him win!"

The thick arms grabbed Beelzebub's throat, and a slight cracking sound resounded in the flesh. The moment of contact, Sai Zong broke her neck.

Pulling Beelzebub in front of him, Sai Zong stared at Beelzebub's eyes that had not yet extinguished, and he whispered.

"Get out and don't come back again."

The moment Beelzebub was completely killed, Beelzebub saw endless fireworks in Sai Zong's eyes.

The hellish fire surged like a tsunami, fueled by anger and blood. In the rising fire, countless weapons were waved, and skulls flashed one after another. They were stacked together to form a tower.

Beelzebub's body turned into a ball of blood, and the blood pool at Sai Zong's feet began to evaporate quickly, as if it had never existed.

When the blood disappeared, a broken and shapeless corpse was exposed. Judging from the clothes that were torn into strips, he should be a member of the King's Secret Sword. Beelzebub regarded him as the incarnation of action and arrived. here.

Sai Zong waved his hand, and the body collapsed completely, turning into a cloud of dust and dispersed. He sat down with his back against the door. At some point, his snoring disappeared and turned into meaningless sleep, like someone's sleep. A person is disturbed and is about to wake up.

After wiping the dirt on his leather shoes, Sai Zong's eyes were dull, and then he hummed a long-lasting song, like a lullaby, soothing the being behind the door.

Gradually, the sleep talking disappeared, the slight snoring sounded again, and the sound of turning over could still be heard vaguely.

At this time, Sai Zong's tense expression relaxed, and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"I will deal with them," Sai Zong turned sideways and gently touched the door panel, "I won't let anyone wake you up."

…

The calm blood lake suddenly surged and boiled, as if something was struggling and rolling in the blood, and bursts of painful sounds were heard accompanied by the splash of water, followed by a heavy heartbeat that overwhelmed all the noise.

The sound became heavy and suppressed, as if it was unimpeded, easily penetrating through the thick rocks and passing behind layers of obstacles.

passed into the ears of the white servants.

Since the Bloody Night, apart from the King of Terror, only the White Servants have been allowed to exist here for a long time in the Pillars of Throne. No one knows where these silent guys in white robes come from, let alone The only thing that can be known about what they look like under the white robes is that the white servants always remain silent and are absolutely loyal to the King of Terror.

The white servants guarding the corridor also heard this weak heartbeat. They should not have any emotions, but the heartbeat sounded like a magic spell, echoing in their minds. From the first weak sound, It gradually intensified, like a progressive drumbeat, driving their hearts to beat vigorously.

A ray of restless emotions entered the calm mind of Blank. The puppet-like white servants looked at each other. The beating of their hearts was so clear at this moment that both sides could hear each other's voices.

Severe pain erupted from the chest, and the heart seemed to be cursed. It beat so hard that even the chest had obvious ups and downs. A large amount of blood was rapidly transported to the whole body. The temperature of the white servant's body began to rise. After another heartbeat that sounded like a war drum, the poor flesh-and-blood heart was overwhelmed and completely exploded into a ball of dirty blood.

That sound finally disappeared.

The white servant fell down weakly and turned into a corpse.

The other white servant stood sluggishly. He withstood the beating of the war drum, but what followed was the violent emotion surging in his hot blood.

A nameless rage surged into his heart, as if it was going to destroy everything. He drew out the sword from his waist. At the same time, bursts of footsteps came from the other end of the corridor, and a man covered in blood could be heard. The white servant was holding the sword blade, searching for his opponent, with the same madness in his eyes.

The two looked at each other, let out hoarse battle roars, and rushed toward each other with their swords waving, vowing to drive the blade into their opponent's heart and extinguish the disturbing drum sound.

At this moment, such killings and deaths can be seen everywhere in the Pillar of Kings. Everyone who heard the drums seemed to be cursed and fell into hysterical madness until death.

Deep in the Pillar of King Power, the boiling lake surface gradually calmed down, and the sound of war drums coming from the bottom of the lake also faded and became calmer.

A woman emerged from the bloody water in a state of embarrassment, her face looking tired and haggard.

"He refused to participate in the war and wanted to remain neutral." The lady suddenly laughed. "He is really naive."

Beelzebub seemed to be speaking to someone, she said firmly.

"If we can't get him, we'll have to destroy him."

As if in response to Beelzebub, hoarse laughter soon sounded, echoing in the underground cave.

…

Sere was lying on the wine table, soundly asleep. The arrival of Boluogo disturbed his delicate sleep. He decided to catch up on his sleep here. When the snoring started, Sere seemed to have a nightmare. He woke up suddenly, his body straightened up instantly, his knees bounced hard and hit the table hard.

"ah……"

Sere held his knees and let out a painful cry, but soon, Sere noticed another more important thing.

"What's going on? My sleep quality has always been very good."

Sere rubbed his chest. After waking up, he felt like he was in palpitations. His heart was undulating violently and could not be relieved for a while. Cold sweat broke out all over his body, as if something terrible had happened while he was sleeping.

After taking deep breaths repeatedly for a while, Sere's heart calmed down. Just as he was about to take a long breath, footsteps sounded from the stairwell.

Sere's whole body became nervous again, and because of this strange palpitations, his spirit was always tense.

Just when Sere was facing a formidable enemy, a funny figure walked out of the stairwell.

To be precise, he crawled out.

The other party put on an orange doll costume and wore a cat doll head. When he saw Sere, he waved his huge cat paw.

"Meow~"

Sere was about to vomit.