Endless Debt.

Chapter 753 Homeless

Chapter 753 Homeless

In order to gain a foothold in the material world, the demons 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 ether world, and then accommodate their power, becoming their land in the mortal world.

Bologo has seen several devil's lands so far, the strange and changeable misty wandering fork road, the happy garden above the eternal walk and the railroad tracks, and the house of the rising sun that accommodates many souls in the depths of the reclamation room.

These lands all have several similar characteristics. They can perfectly integrate into a part of the mortal world. At first glance, it is difficult for you to find anything abnormal, but under this perfect disguise, they all have their own unique characteristics. the rule of.

In the Wandering Fork Road, you can use Mammon coins to replace your soul to make a wish. In the Happy Garden, you can get power from the victory or defeat of the game. In the House of the Rising Sun, it is even simpler, just share your sight with Belphegor.

What about the Undead Club?

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

Anyone who seeks asylum must contribute to the Undead Club.

Threi's relaxed expression became tense, and the muscles of his whole body tensed. His breathing was short for a while, then calmed down, and his whole body relaxed again.

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

"You've already realized that, haven't you?"

"I can only say that I barely guessed it, but I don't have any proof," Threi stretched, "Why do you think so much? The peace here is hard-won, so why break it."

"Besides, so what if it's the devil's land? I think this devil is not bad. He has lived for such a long time, and he has never shown his face. He is like a kind landlord who never disturbs the lives of the tenants. .”

Seeing that Bologo still looked serious, Threi continued, "There is no absolute evil or absolute justice, you should know this."

"Like, can you imagine that I used to be a night clan lord who did all kinds of evil?"

"It's hard to think of it, but the devil is different."

"No, no, Bolog, I don't mean that there are good devils among the devils. I mean that sometimes our interests may overlap with the devil's."

Serley knew what Bologo was going to say, so he interrupted quickly.

"Are you sure, you guys overlap with him?" Bologo said, looking up at the Undead Club.

"At least it's been like this for hundreds of years," Threi said. "Just by looking at it, would you associate this place with the devil's land?"

Burrog was silent for a moment, "No... This is more like an unscrupulous bar that deliberately decorated luxuriously and then ran away with a ticket."

"This bar is older than you!"

Threi took a deep breath, and his expression became melancholy.

"What we are discussing is just speculation, there is no direct evidence to prove it all, do you understand?"

Burrog 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 somewhat understand his feelings." Serley said something else.

"Understand what? The joy of raising hamsters?"

"No, it's loneliness."

Selei looked at Bologo enviously, "You are still young, but we are different. We have lived for too long, loneliness haunts us, and a long life has brought endless disputes. We are all tired and longing for A place of peace."

"I think the owner here thinks the same way, so he created such an extremely peaceful place, and gathered us undead to keep warm together.

The price we paid was also very cheap, just to help him maintain the operation of the club. "

Bologo stared at Seri, and he 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 forever." Seri knew that his careful thoughts could not be hidden from Bologo, "I think the devil's thoughts are the same, you know, our group of undead may lag behind In the era, but still has a certain power, like a rusty sword that can still stab people to death.

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

"That's kindness..." said Burrog.

"Yeah, kindly, even I want to fight for him," Serley further explained, "Fight for this peaceful club."

Threi's aura didn't stay strong for too long, and then he weakened again, as if admitting defeat, and there was a hint of pleading in his voice.

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

Threi murmured, "Without this, I don't even know where I should go."

So Thurley will defend the place, bartender or not.

"Quite surprising," said Burlogo.

"what happened?"

Bologo said, "I just think it's very interesting. Once you had a huge empire but didn't cherish it. Now you have to sacrifice everything for this club."

Threi didn't answer, and after a while, he said slowly, "You will know later."

He continued to laugh, "Our lifespan is very long, the story must be told slowly, or it will be finished in one breath. What are we going to do in the next few hundred years, lie on the wine table and watch each other foam? ?”

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

"Don't worry, I won't report the conjecture here to the Bureau of Order."

Hearing Bologo's answer, Selei heaved a sigh of relief. In all these years, Bologo is undoubtedly the most difficult guy he has encountered, and he can't kill him. Serai really had nothing to do with him.

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

Selei's expression became tense.

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

Bologo often warned himself to remain humble, and he did so. When he was able to detect the abnormality of the Undead Club from the fragmented clues, Bologo believed that the wisdom and memory of the previous directors had been brought together. Those who can also guess these.

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

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

So have everyone figured out that they, Secret War, and Xilin's alchemy matrix are all just a part of the astronauts' conspiracy?

"See you next time, Thurley."

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

Thorey waved his hand at him, but said nothing. It seemed that Bologl's suspicion had brought him a lot of pressure.

Seeing that Bologo had finally left, Serley was relieved. After being dazed for a while, he put away the cup on the wine table, picked up a rag and wiped it briefly, and then cleaned the ground with a wet mop.

Sweeping is quite relaxing, at least for Threy.

When sweeping to the stairs, Threi stopped and looked at the Obito footprint on the ground with a puzzled face. According to his memory retrieval, the size of this foot was completely different from that of the permanent residents of the Undead Club.

Lifting his eyes, he looked at the dark and extended steps, and the footprints gradually became shallower until there were no more traces.

Perplexed for a while, Thorey swung up the mop and wiped them clean.Threi wasn't worried about someone intruding, if there was an intruder, he would be very happy on the contrary.

That guy must be so unlucky that he actually invaded here. In just one thought, Serley thought of many ways to play with him.

Serley also knew that it was unlikely to be an intruder, and it was more likely that a certain member had returned. He didn't bother to say hello to himself, dragged his tired body, and returned directly to his room to sleep soundly.

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

Se Lei was just curious as to who had returned.

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

It was a door that was indistinguishable from other doors, and the copper doorplate was engraved with strange inscriptions, as if carved with lost characters.

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

The man took a deep breath, and swallowed all the blood that filled the corridor into his lungs. The condensed breath made his blood agitated, but he quickly suppressed the agitation, and his heart returned to peace.

Looking at the carpet under his feet, like a cruel massacre, a human body was smashed at a large angle like a twist, the skin ruptured under the pull, the tendons were completely ruptured, and the bones were shattered into powder.

The internal organs were scattered all over the ground, and the blood-stained intestines were wrapped around the torso, like a terrifying giant python crawling on the corpse. His head was almost completely broken off, leaving only a little flesh and blood stuck to the cervical spine.

The rib cages were bent and lifted one after another, like a blooming bone flower, and in the center of the stamen was a heart that was still beating strangely.

It stands to reason that ordinary people have died thousands of times after suffering such injuries, but this distorted human body still has full vitality.

Flesh and flesh slowly glued together, and his body riddled with holes tried to get up. Amidst the weird rustling noise, the man took a step forward, without exerting any force intentionally, he just stepped on it lightly. on the other side.

At the moment of contact, the power of tyrannical slaughter spread, and the touched flesh burst into blood spray, and this destruction quickly spread to other limbs and flesh and blood like germs.

In the blink of an eye, this distorted body was completely soaked in crushed flesh and blood, but after moans that seemed like laughter, the body still did not die. On the contrary, the body trembled violently, and the blood seemed to flow endlessly , gushed out of it, like a spring of blood, the erupted blood gradually soaked the ground, submerged the man's feet, forming a shallow puddle.

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

She stretched out her hand towards the man, and that hand did not break through the mirror, but appeared directly in front of the man's eyes. He raised his head, and saw that the lady had come to him at some point, bloody The figure of her is just her reflection.

"You crossed the line, Beelzebub."

Facing this lady, the man's voice was indifferent, full of repressed killing intent.

He hadn't been so angry for many years, if he hadn't happened to come back at this time, maybe Beelzebub had already knocked on the door behind him at this moment.

Beelzebub's voice was full of charm, "I don't want to see you, Saizong, but the one behind the door."

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

At this moment, Sai Zong looked very embarrassed, his body was covered with dirt and dust, as if he had returned from a far away place. As for the ridiculous dog costume on his body, he did not know where it was lost.

Beelzebub's arrogance aroused Saizong's anger, and the blood all over the ground undoubtedly catalyzed Saizong's will. He tried his best to keep calm, and spoke with difficulty between his teeth.

"To shut up."

"You should know, 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 Saizong, but her eyes actually fell on the door behind Saizong. Her purpose was very simple, just to open the door, but now Saizong stopped here, Like a high wall, it cannot be climbed over.

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

Sai Zong's voice trembled, and the clang of swords could be faintly heard.

"You don't care about strife, okay, what about the 'New World'?"

Beelzebub pushed out all her chips, and she knew that Saizong would not have much chance to speak for her.

The word "New World" seemed to have magical powers, which cooled Sai Zong's fury for a moment. Seeing this situation, Beelzebub knew that her bet was right, and she continued.

"Information from Mammon, he suspects that Leviathan is still plotting 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."

Sezon fell silent.

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

Sai Zong growled and interrupted Beelzebub.

"Then let him win!"

The thick arm grabbed Beelzebub's throat, and a slight cracking sound resounded in the flesh and blood. Saizong broke her neck at the moment of contact.

Pulling Beelzebub in front of him, Sai Zong stared at Beelzebub's still eyes, and said in a low voice.

"Get out and don't come back."

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

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

Beelzebub's body turned into a cloud of blood, and the pool of blood under Sai Zong's feet also began to evaporate rapidly, as if it had never existed.

When the blood disappeared, a shattered and disfigured corpse was exposed. Judging from the torn clothes, he should be a member of the king's secret sword, who was regarded as the embodiment of action by Beelzebub. here.

Sai Zong waved his hand, and the body completely collapsed, turned into a cloud of dust and dispersed, while he sat down with his back against the door, and at some point the snoring disappeared and turned into bursts of meaningless sleep talking, like some The person was disturbed and was about to wake up.

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

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

At this time, Sai Zong's tense expression eased, and a little smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.

"I'll solve them," Sai Zong turned sideways, gently touching the door panel, "I won't let anyone wake you up."

……

The calm lake of blood suddenly began to seep and boil, as if something was struggling and rolling in the blood. There were bursts of painful sounds accompanied by the sound of splashes, followed by the sound of heavy heartbeats overwhelming all noises.

This voice became heavy and depressing, as if unimpeded, it easily penetrated the thick rocks and passed through layers of obstacles.

Into the ears of the white servants.

Since the Bloody Night, in the Pillar of King Power, apart from the King of Slaughter, only white servants have been allowed to exist here for a long time. 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 keep silent and are absolutely loyal to the King of Terror.

The white servants guarding the corridor also heard this faint heartbeat. They shouldn't have any emotions, but the heartbeat echoed in their minds like a spell, from the first faint sound, It gradually strengthened, like a gradual drumbeat, driving their hearts to beat vigorously together.

A wave of restlessness came into the blank and calm mind. The puppet-like white servants looked at each other. The beating of the heart was so clear at this moment that both sides could hear each other's voice.

Severe pain erupted from the chest, and the heart seemed to be cursed. Its beating range was so large 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 like a war drum, this poor flesh and blood heart was overwhelmed and exploded into a ball of dirty blood.

That voice finally disappeared.

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

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

A nameless anger surged into his heart, as if to destroy everything, he pulled out the blade at his waist, at the same time, the sound of footsteps came from the other end of the corridor, a bloody man The white servant was holding the blade, searching for the opponent, his eyes were as crazy as his own.

The two looked at each other, let out hoarse battle roars one after another, brandished their swords and rushed towards each other, vowing to send the blade into the opponent's heart and extinguish the disturbing drumbeat.

At this moment, this kind of killing and death can be seen everywhere in the Pillar of King Power. All those who heard the sound of the drum fell into hysterical madness until they died, as if they were cursed.

In the depths of the Pillars of Kingship, the boiling lake gradually calmed down, and the sound of war drums from the bottom of the lake also faded and calmed down.

A woman emerges from the blood in embarrassment, her face tired and haggard.

"He refused to join the war and wanted to remain neutral," the lady suddenly laughed, "he is really naive."

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

"If we can't get him, we can only destroy him."

As if responding to Beelzebub, hoarse laughter sounded after a while, echoing in the underground cave.

……

Serley lay on the wine table, sound asleep, the arrival of Bologo disturbed his delicate sleep, he decided to catch up on sleep here, when the snoring started, Serley seemed to be having a nightmare, He woke up suddenly, his body straightened instantly, and his knee bounced, hard against the table.

"what……"

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

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

Selei rubbed his chest. After waking up, his heart fluttered violently, and he couldn't relieve it for a while, and then his whole body was covered in cold sweat, as if something terrible happened in his sleep.

Taking deep breaths repeatedly, it took a long time for Seri's heart to calm down. Just as he was about to take a long breath, footsteps sounded from the stairwell.

Threi's whole body became tense again, because of this strange palpitation, his spirit was tense all the time.

Just when Threi was on the verge of a formidable enemy, a funny figure walked out from the stairwell.

To be precise, he crawled out.

The other party changed into an orange doll costume with a cat doll head on his head. When he saw Threi, he waved his huge cat paw.

"Meow~"

Cerley almost spat out.

(End of this chapter)