Endless Debt.

Chapter 139 Xia Yan
Burlogo has heard many such stories, many philosophers, inventors, and artists, when they create amazing works, they are often in some extremely ordinary situations.

Now Burrog understands more or less, and on a pleasant morning in a cemetery full of interesting souls, he just touched the truth about demons.

It happened suddenly, and until a few minutes later, Burlogo didn't recover.

"You can keep this book. Anyway, the library doesn't want to accept this book, so there is no permission to mark it. You can take it home and put it on the corner of the table." Nethaniel said and put the "Devil and Electric Guitar Operation" Guide is back.

"We call the vague connection between the debtor and the devil the 'umbilical cord', just like the umbilical cord between a child and its mother. The debtors who act as substitutes can be regarded as possessing the authority of the devil to a certain extent. Incarnation in this world."

"Under the connection of the 'umbilical cord', we who have the authority of the devil can see what ordinary people can't see, right?" Burrog suddenly understood everything, "If an ordinary person reads this book, he should only Can you see this part of the electric guitar instruction manual?"

"Yes, but not entirely. Everyone's spiritual vision ability is different, and some people don't respond to it at all, but there will always be unlucky ghosts in this world, right?"

Nethaniel waved his hand.

"The 'umbilical cord' is a connection, but it is more like a qualification. You are the devil's person, and you have to work hard to break out of the cage. Whether you are willing or not, the so-called destiny will always point you to the final destination. "

"For the Bureau of Order, the optimal solution is to execute all the debtors," said Bologo.

"How? How long do you think devils have existed? The history of devils is almost as long as the history of our human beings, as if they were born because of human beings... If they can escape from the cage, there must be so many demons in such a long time." One devil escaped, but in fact, all the devils were bound by their own power, and no one escaped."

Nethaniel said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, the world is very safe now."

"But one day the devil will escape from this place, it's nothing more than a matter of time." Burogo said.

"That's right! We are indeed experts, so we have to do some countermeasures to fight against the unknown future."

Nethaniel rubbed his hands together with a mysterious expression on his face.

"For example, set up an action team composed of debtors," Bologo continued. "It is best to have an undead person who can live for a long time."

"I'm looking forward to you." Nethaniel slapped Burlogo's shoulder vigorously again.

"But I'm a debtor. This is like a self-fulfilling prophecy. Aren't you afraid of the countermeasures you set up, and instead help the devil escape from the cage?" Burrog asked.

"I have thought about it, but no matter what plan there is risk, isn't it? More importantly, we have never understood our enemy from beginning to end."

Nethaniel looked at the books in Burrog's arms, and he laughed at himself.

"You think we know a lot about the devil? No, we don't know much.

After the fall of the holy city, we have been studying how to win the battle with the king's secret sword. During this long time, we have been fighting in the shadows. When the threat of the devil gradually became apparent, we discovered that for these ancient existence, we are ignorant of it.

Facing a group of completely unknown enemies, no matter how well prepared it is, it is futile, so the mission of the special operations team does not stop there. "

Nethaniel threw away his cigarette butt, and the cemetery surrounded by tombstones was quiet and peaceful.

"To defeat your enemy, you must first know him.

There is an 'umbilical cord' between you and the devil. This invisible umbilical cord connects you with the devil. Therefore, you are the most suitable existence to dig out the secrets of the devil. You can see what ordinary people can't see and know. "

This is the real purpose of Nethaniel. Bologr is like a scout, at the forefront of hell, unreservedly recording the horror scene there.

"For example, you did a very good job in this raid, it's amazing, if every field worker is as good as you, we should have wiped out the king's secret sword long ago.

But I think, you can do all this, you should have someone's help, right? "

Sure enough, the existence of the tyrant could not be hidden from him, and Bologo was about to explain something, but what Nethaniel said afterwards made Bologo even more confused.

"Good job! Let's talk about the devil. We are aware that there is a devil in Opals, but you also know that we can't take the initiative to find the devil except for some evil rituals. "

As soon as he heard the information related to the devil, Nethaniel's eyes lit up, and he kept urging himself.

Bologo was silent for a while, revealing all the information about the tyrant, except for the strange words that the tyrant said to himself.

The tyrant is looking for someone, and he's been looking for a long, long time.

"Is that so? It's really good information. Look, didn't you do a good job? Without any instructions, you have successfully contacted a devil."

"Why do I feel that you are more like trying to create an undercover agent and lurk on the side of the devil?" Burlogo said.

"It's okay for you to understand this way, you see that you have already penetrated deep into the hinterland!"

Nethaniel praised him and whistled at the same time. He didn't look like an old guy at all. Bologo suspected that Palmer would become like Nethaniel when he was old.

But even so funny, Ke Bologo can still feel the majesty of his gestures. His indifferent attitude towards the devil is supported by his own absolute strength, so he is so confident.

"Back to the previous question, will you betray us, will you fulfill the prophecy yourself?"

Nethaniel's voice changed, and there was still a soft smile on his face, but Bologo could sense the coldness underneath.

"Actually, this is not the first time we have met, Mr. Lazarus, if you think about it carefully, you should remember me."

Listening to Nethaniel's words, Burrog stared at Nethaniel's face, a memory crawled out from the almost buried memory.

"It's you..." Burrog remembered.

"Yes, it was me. I was the one who welcomed you at that time," Nethaniel was glad that Balogo still remembered himself, "I remember your appearance at that time. The dog finally found a place to hide from the rain, but was kicked away roughly."

"To be honest, I was very worried about you at the time, I thought you would degenerate into a monster and become a huge problem, and then I would solve it.

But my friend trusts you very much, so I made a bet with him. After that, I have been waiting for your news in the office, and guess how many days you can last. "

Nethaniel shrugged. He lost the bet, but he looked happy.

"Now it seems that you have completely exceeded my expectations, Mr. Lazarus. Not only have you not become a monster, but you have also become a member of the hunters. Maybe you are the best among us."

Nethaniel reached out and grabbed the cross necklace that Bologl was wearing on his chest.

"I'm curious what made you change like this?"

The golden light stared directly at him, and Bologo felt that he was being watched by a giant dragon in a trance.

"People are always pursuing something stubbornly. Some people are wealth, some people are power, and some people are life span."

Burlogo suddenly said a series of words that were completely off topic, and then he went on.

"I think the best of them all is probably love."

"Love? Love someone?" Nethaniel said.

"No, it's not active, but passive. Whether it's wealth, power, or lifespan, you can get it on your own initiative, but only being loved comes from others, and it's others who give it to you on their own initiative."

Speaking of this, Bologo's tone was a little apprehensive, as if he didn't deserve to have these.

"How lucky, there is such a person who is willing to give everything for you, and you have it, even if it is only for a moment, but this moment is enough to support your fragmented life."

Burrog remembered a sentence he heard a long time ago, so long that even the memory seemed a little strange.

"In the middle of winter, I finally knew that I had an invincible summer in me—this summer was bestowed by her."

Nethaniel blinked, his eyes wandered around, and he took out his pocket again.

"I seem to understand, but I don't understand, but I think you are being watched by someone, Mr. Lazarus, she is watching you, you are not for yourself, even if it is to not disappoint her , you will not allow yourself to become a monster."

Bologo didn't answer, he was immersed in his emotions, looking at the small white flowers growing under the tombstone in the distance, they were swaying in pieces, and there was a reassuring sound.

"I could always hear weird whispers, but now... I can't hear them," Borrog muttered.

"Huh? Sounds good."

Nethaniel said as he took out the thing in his pocket, it had a bright blood color, like a crystal ruby.

"It's not easy to find it from so many goods. Fortunately, we have a complete set of techniques for identifying philosopher's stones."

Under Burlog's blank eyes, it was handed over to Burrog, and it wasn't until he felt the warmth from his hand that Burrog realized that it was not an illusion.

"The way to release it is very simple. The 'canjin soul' cannot be restrained, just smash it into pieces."

Nethaniel stood up with a smile, and waved goodbye to Borrog while he also said.

"The raid was well done, and I've extended your vacation for three days. You can do whatever you want for these three days, but I suggest you take it easy.

There are many battles to be fought, Mr. Lazarus. "

Bologo didn't hear these words at all, he just stared at the Philosopher's Stone in his hand, slowly clenched it tightly, and held it firmly in the palm of his hand, feeling the realness of every inch.

No one can snatch it from Borrog again, neither god nor daemon.

The body gradually trembled, and Burlogo grabbed it tightly, bent down, as if he was curled up with a stomachache, and then he lay down on the bench, looking at the clear sky, faint laughter sounded .

Burlogo did it, and it was all worth it.

He was so happy that his eyes were even a little wet, until he couldn't control it anymore, he covered his face, and his laughter echoed endlessly in the cemetery.

(End of this chapter)