Endless Debt.

Chapter 101 Private Life

Opening his eyes, a new day has begun. Bologo stood up slowly, rubbing his temples vigorously, trying to relieve the fatigue in his mind.

He has a strict biological clock and sleeps very little, but this does not mean that Bologo does not need to rest. It was already very late when he got home last night, and he woke up again after a few hours of sleep. During the battle with the Desublimer in the middle of the night, Bologo felt exhausted all over his body.

"what……"

Bologo let out a big breath, looked out the window at the early morning, his eyes were a little dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After getting up and getting dressed, Burlogo sat on the couch, turned on the radio and waited.

"Hello listeners! I'm Duddell, your loyal friend who broadcasts twice a day, welcome to this column!"

A familiar voice sounded, and this radio program seemed to have become a part of Burlogo's daily life.

As the singing sounded, Burrog closed his eyes and thought.

He is a little hungry now, it might as well be a physical hunger, but a spiritual one, the sickness called manic phagocytosis is about to move around.

Since the implantation ceremony, Bologo has been in a state of hunger, and from time to time he will feel a sense of discomfort from the internal organs. This long-lost feeling is very disturbing and nostalgic.

On the one hand, the pain of manic mania, and whenever this hunger came up, it was like reminding Burlogo in another way that he was a debtor, a poor man who sold his soul.

Taking a deep breath, trying to calm down the anxiety and hunger, Bologo is glad that he didn't sell all his soul, thus becoming a demon.

Although the soul is incomplete, it will not be completely dominated by phagocytosis. Just like a human being who is about to turn into a beast, Bologo can still maintain his sanity.

Bologo thought about it before, since soul fragments can be transformed into ether, can ether be transformed into soul fragments?Even, whether the ether can be transformed into a complete soul.

Looking at the few books on the short table, they were borrowed by Burlogo from the library of the Bureau of Order. They were the books that Jeffrey and himself mentioned before, "Etherology" and "Soulology".

Bologo has a strong thirst for knowledge, and in order to solve these mysteries, he will read these two books whenever he has time.

The content in the book was obscure and difficult to understand. Fortunately, Bologo was not a person who gave up lightly. After reading for a period of time, Bologo barely understood a small part of the content, and then he discovered the problem.

After the demons devoured the souls, the souls only temporarily controlled the phagocytosis, and soon these souls would disappear, causing the phagocytosis to break out again.

But Bologo's phagocytosis is a bit abnormal. The soul fragments he hoards are "golden souls" that have no owner and can be restrained. It stands to reason that these soul fragments will not disappear on their own. After the implantation ceremony, Luo Ge could feel the increasing hunger.

He didn't notice it before because he had enough soul shards, and he was cutting demons day and night, this kind of consumption couldn't attract its attention at all, but now that he started again, these feelings became more and more obvious.

Soul fragments cannot disappear, but they are also being consumed.

Bologo suspects that his own mania is different. Is his illness really "mania"?

Soul crumbs replaced him to bear the effects of phagocytosis. Whenever the hollow was agitated, the soul crumbs would be consumed to calm the restlessness.

The more he understands his various abnormalities, the more depressed Bologo feels. He realizes that if soul crumbs are used as consumables to heal the empty restlessness, then he cannot use this method to complement himself soul.

The soul fragments in his body are always being consumed, no matter how many soul fragments Bologo loots, they will eventually be consumed by the restless void.

Straightening himself up, Burrog stared at himself in the mirror. It sounded bad, but Burrog was indeed moving towards the truth. As an undead, he had a long time to find out.

Walking to the door, Bologo hesitated for a few seconds, his expression a little tangled, but fortunately he was not an indecisive person, and soon he made a decision, picked up the key chain, and inserted a simple key into the door in the lock cylinder.

……

When Burlog walked out of the door through the "Key of the Crooked Path", he almost knelt down, his stomach was churning, bringing a nauseating feeling of vomiting, as if his internal organs were twisted and changed positions .

This is the case of using the "Key of the Crooked Path" multiple times in a short period of time, and the symptoms will become more intense as the number of times increases. Fortunately, Bologo is undead, and he is not worried about any fatal symptoms, so he can do whatever he wants. ground use.

"Where is this?"

It was dark all around, and Burrow still remembered what Geoffrey said before. There seems to be something wrong with this ghost place. Every time I come here, the door that opens is different. The last time I came out of the wine cellar, Burrow Ge didn't know where it was this time.

The smell of alcohol and perfume came oncoming, and there was a faint snoring sound at the same time. Burrogo suddenly felt a little uneasy, groped around, found a switch on the wall, pressed the switch, and the dark world instantly Brightened up.

The place where Burlogo is located is a bedroom. I didn't expect to open the door in such a place this time, and I don't know if Burlogo will come out of the toilet next time he opens the door.

Immediately after, Bologo felt a strong sense of luxury rushing towards his face. With the lights on, he could see everything in the room clearly. There was a crystal chandelier above his head, the walls were covered with paintings by famous artists, and the furniture was full of Logs... Oddly this bedroom has no windows.

Wine bottles and clothes were scattered on the ground, most of them were women's clothes, and there were a few high-heeled shoes left indiscriminately.

Burrog moved his gaze to the big bed that was big enough for several people to sleep, and a familiar face rose sleepily from the arms of the women.

"Who?"

Serley looked at Bologo in a daze. Alcohol lowered the guy's low IQ a lot. He and Bologo looked at each other for a minute before he realized that he was standing there. Who is the person in front of him.

then……

"what!"

Cerley screamed and pulled off the quilt, clutching his chest.

"Although they are good brothers, there are still some things that are not allowed between good brothers!"

The former Night Clan lord, the current head of the Undead Club, the mysterious and powerful undead, Cerre Villeris, now he is called like a little girl who was molested by Bologo.

Burrog picked up the wine bottle on the ground and threw it at Serley. After a scream, Burrog picked up another bottle and walked to Serley's bedside.

He stared at Thorey intently.

"Are you sober now?"

"Wake up, wake up."

Serley nodded quickly, looked at the women on the bed from the corner of his eyes, this guy showed a rare embarrassed expression, and continued.

"3 minutes, give me 3 minutes."

Three minutes later, Bologo was sitting on a high chair, and behind the bar was Serley in pajamas bartending.

"Is this also a 'virtual domain'?"

After a brief silence, Bologo asked suddenly. After coming out of Serley's bedroom, Bologo was greeted by a long spiral staircase. The long staircase was like the trunk of a tree, extending out to different floors. with the promenade.

This place is far bigger than it looks from the outside, just like the "reclamation room".

"Almost, in the case of 'virtual domain', it is more convenient to move."

Thorey affirmed this casually.

This is the Undead Club, a place for a group of undead to indulge in pleasure. The history here is longer than many famous modern buildings. It is normal that there are secrets and strange things hidden here. Burlog's suspicions.

"Are you usually like this?" Burrog's tone was complicated.

"Everyone likes me very much, and I like everyone very much." Selei beamed with joy.

"..."

Bologo didn't bother to comment on Thurley's private life anymore, and it's not surprising that these undead who are too idle to do anything.

"Are you lying to them and drinking their blood?" Burrog asked.

"No, I haven't sucked human blood for a long time."

Talking about this, Se Lei unexpectedly became serious, he never joked about this kind of issue.

"Then how do you curb your blood thirst?" Burrog asked again, "Did you drink some rabbit's blood?"

"Thirsty blood is different from manic phagocytosis, although they are very similar. Usually I will prepare some potions for myself, the main ingredient is 'soul of mango silver', plus some blood."

As Serei spoke, he mixed the wine, but he didn't know what he had added to it. A glass of bright red wine appeared in front of his eyes, with silver spots rolling inside.

"One of the great benefits of being undead is that we have enough time to learn anything we want to know."

"Are you still an alchemist?"

"Not really, I just understand a little bit... For so many years, I have been relying on this kind of thing to curb thirst and blood. Although the 'soul of silvery silver' is not as good as the 'soul of golden gold', it has been used to ease the pain. enough."

Threi drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, a little blood color appeared on his fair cheeks.

"You came today to ask this kind of thing?"

"..."

Burrog was silent, suspicious in his heart.

Whether it is to curb blood thirst or heal manic phagocytosis, they all have one thing in common, that is, the intake of the soul, but the way to achieve it is slightly different, but this is only to postpone the pain, not Solve it completely.

"It's like a strange incentive mechanism, urging people to get souls, more souls, or there will be inner torture."

Burrogo said.

He still remembered the characteristics of the "golden soul". The human soul can only be bound by the blood bond, and the devil swallows it, and only binds it for a short time. Sooner or later, it will disappear completely.

"But those souls that were eaten, did they really disappear? Or..."

Burrog didn't go on.

"Who knows? This world is huge, and there are many suspicious clouds, such as those devils," Selei looked away in surprise, "Fortunately, we are undead, and we might have a chance to see the truth emerge. On the surface of the water."

Threi lowered his body, and there was an evil look in his scarlet eyes.

"People who are favored by the devil are usually different, even if the resulting phagocytosis is the same."

(End of this chapter)