Endless Debt.

Chapter 220 The Surviving Night Clan

Forget about the value of giving like a freak show, when the host pulled back the white cloth to reveal the flesh and blood, the auction became hotter, and the sellers who had grasped the wealth paid attention to it.

Bologo didn't know what it was, but he could also realize the importance of this thing from the reactions of these people.

Looking sideways slightly, the most important thing is that the mysterious woman on the side also raised her attention, staring at the twisted mass of flesh and blood, as if the purpose of her trip was this weird thing.

"What is this?" Burrog asked proactively.

The woman's mood gradually calmed down, and she turned her head to look at Burrog, with a vague smile under the veil.

"Are you asking me for information?"

"You seem a generous man," said Burlogo.

The woman smiled, her scarlet eyes looked at Borrog, and Borrog didn't dodge, her blue eyes stared straight at the woman, even though the light was dim and separated by a veil, the woman's eyes were still too dazzling, pure as Blood Ruby.

"What are you looking at?"

The woman deliberately covered her chest, twisted her shoulders, and her voice was magical, just like the banshee who seduces men in the story.

"your eyes."

Bologo's expression was as indifferent as ever, and his eyes were still clear.

The woman frowned slightly, and she took the initiative to approach Bologo, and the faint smell of blood mixed with some kind of incense lingered towards Bologo.

The two were very close, with only a veil between their faces, but Burrog still didn't seem to be affected, his face was as pale as a bloodless corpse.

The staring at each other lasted for more than ten seconds, and ended with the woman retreating. The two kept a safe distance, and the woman looked at Burlogo with a bit of complaint.

Burrog's reaction was too calm, so calm that it made the woman feel a little frustrated.

In the past, I could make a man fascinated by a few words, but all this has no effect on Bologo, as if I am just an ape in clothes to Bologo.

"You have beautiful eyes," said Burrowk abruptly.

The woman froze for a moment, looking at Bologo with strange eyes. She never expected that someone could resist her charm and at the same time fight back at herself.

Worst of all, she seemed to have misunderstood what Borrog meant.

The woman's eyes became more seductive, but this is also the performance of her facing Burogo squarely. After all, she has been in love for so many years, and now she has finally met a well-matched opponent. Although the scene of the encounter is not very good, the woman feels that It's also quite romantic.

But just when the woman was about to launch a new round of offensive against Bologo, Bologo turned his gaze back to the stands, and said while looking at the wailing mass of meat.

"I have a friend who has ruby ​​eyes just like yours, and is very beautiful."

"what?"

The woman can't react. Is this a new type of love dialogue?Shouldn't the topic be about yourself next?Why are you talking about friends all of a sudden?

What the woman couldn't imagine the most was what Burlogo said next.

"My friend's surname is Villeris. He said it was the name of an ancient family. What do you think?"

Burrog's tone became cold, and when he turned his head to look at the woman again, the woman noticed the faint golden halo hidden under the blue pupils.

The woman was silent, and her silence confirmed Burlog's conjecture.

The pupils of the Yezu are so easy to identify, the ruby ​​like blood is not the color that humans can have at all.

From the time the woman spoke to him, Burlogo has been sizing her up carefully. Apart from her ruby-like pupils, the other thing that proves her identity is the blood on her body, as well as the meaning of madness.

Bologo is a debtor, and his umbilical cord connected to evil is extremely sensitive. During his close contact with a woman just now, he keenly sensed the existence of a woman who is also a debtor.

As for the woman who feels familiar to him, Bologo suspects that it may be the induction of the same debtor, and another possibility is from Threy's blood.

Seri told himself that the night clan is very sensitive to blood, especially the blood of high-ranking night clan.

With the continuation of the bloodline from generation to generation, the pure blood will eventually be contaminated with some impurities, so that the descendants of the night clan will no longer be pure and humble.

As the lord of the night tribe and the direct bloodline of the Night King, Threi's blood is extremely precious. After simple purification by an alchemist, his blood can be directly used as alchemy materials.

"Many low-ranking Night Clans have been begging for my blood all their lives." During a certain drunkenness, Se Lei said to himself drunkenly.

"Speaking of which, Bologo, you are already undead. If you drink my blood, can you become a member of the Night Clan? If you become a member of the Night Clan, with double immortality , will you become a super undead?"

There was already a problem with Serley's logic at the time, he himself became excited while talking, and then directly cut his wrist in front of Bologo.

It should be said that he really deserves to be an undead. Relying on his own immortal nature, he cut his wrist so neatly. The blood spattered several meters high and sprayed Burogo all over his face.

Then Serley held Bologo under control with a bear hug, shouting "This is Lord Serley's blood", and stuffed the wound into Bologo's mouth.

I have to admit that Thurley's tendons are not for nothing. No matter how I resist, I can't shake Thurley at all. Fortunately, Bode made a move at a critical moment, and the old skeleton punched Thurley down. At this time, Boluo Ge has already been bathed in blood.

After that, Bologo washed himself several times, but he still had a strange blood on his body. When he was in the Bureau of Order, he was asked by Geoffrey if he had made the blood into perfume.

Bologo suspects that another reason why the female Night Clan in front of him feels familiar to him is Thurley's blood. After all, it is the blood of a Night Clan lord, and it is normal to have some remaining power.

Thinking of this, Bologo thought of another question. So far, he still doesn't know what level of sublimation people these people in the Undead Club are.

"Villeris..."

The woman whispered this ancient surname. After pondering for a moment, she smiled slightly, "I haven't heard of this surname for a long time."

The next moment, the woman's eyes turned sharp, and the alluring aura was no longer there, but a biting murderous intent instead. Burogo's skin felt a slight tingling pain as if being pricked by a needle.

"May I know the name of your friend?"

"I'm a newcomer."

Bologo didn't have the slightest fear, but instead took advantage of the woman.

The woman stopped talking, but she didn't expect that she would be threatened by Burrog in turn.

Looking back now, the dialogue between the two was simply too strange. I held the idea of ​​​​a love confrontation and played against Burlogo a few times, but Burlogo hadn't thought about it at all. This guy was trying to make himself a his guide.

"Blood of flesh and blood... a technology for creating life."

The hazy pink atmosphere was no longer there, and Burlogo broke the woman's mood, and she didn't bother to pretend to be flattering, and said coldly.

"Those lunatics created deformed flesh and blood, and endowed this flesh and blood with strong fusion and regenerative properties. Of course, this flesh and blood does not have consciousness, and more just follows the wail of biological instinct."

A little disgust flashed in the woman's eyes, and the meatball on the high platform was still howling, as if its existence was a kind of extreme pain.

The voice was a little too disturbing. The host took a tranquilizer and repeatedly injected it into the flesh to quiet it down. At the same time, the audience was bidding fiercely.

"You want it so much, what's the use of it?" Burlog continued to ask.

"Healing, no matter how serious the physical injury is, as long as it is put into it, it can be healed after a period of time, and even injuries such as severed limbs can be healed."

The woman pointed to the organs all over the fleshy mass.

"Did you see it? In fact, at the beginning of its birth, it was used as a reserve of parts of human organs, and its fusion and regeneration are very good. When you cut the meat ball and put the wounded in, his flesh and blood will merge with the flesh." The regiment leaders are together, and after the recovery is almost complete, the wounded will be cut off from the flesh.

As for the broken limbs, during the period of coexistence with the injured, it will use the flesh and blood of the injured to grow. It can be said that the organs growing on it will be the organs of the injured and can be directly used for surgery. "

"Oh? Is that so?" Bologo was unimpressed, and then he said, "Sounds like Eternal Blood."

"You still know the blood of eternal life?"

In the woman's eyes, Burlogo became mysterious, arousing her full curiosity.

"I'm not as ignorant as you think," said Burrog.

"Then do you know the difference between it and the methods of the Scarlet Sect?"

The woman asked again, this time Burlog was speechless, and the woman burst into laughter as if she had won Burlog.

She wasn't hanging the burrogo, she admitted after a few laughs.

"The blood of immortality comes from the power of the Scarlet Mistress. From the very beginning, it is evil and impure. When you use it to heal flesh and blood, you will also be noticed by the Scarlet Mistress... Are you willing to be so terrible Do you care about its existence?"

The woman's rhetorical question made Bologo feel chills in his heart, and the chill came from the scar-like handprint on his chest.

"Then why do you need it? As an undead Night Clan, this thing is useless to you?" Burrog countered.

The woman's various reactions at the beginning revealed her thoughts, and she was also very interested in this flesh and blood group, maybe her trip tonight was for it.

"Huh? It can't be said to be useless," the woman showed a distressed expression, "but its blood can be used for food, and it can feed a large group of night clan."

The woman showed a playful expression, and stated again to Burlogo.

"A large group."

(End of this chapter)