Endless Debt.

Chapter 274 Black History

"Wei'er! Do you want to travel recently? Yes, just like before, find a place to visit. You have been nesting in this ghost place for several years. Are you going to move?"

As if Su Lei had fallen ill, he started talking nonsense.

"Although we have visited all the countries, what about the archipelago in the south? What about the ice fields in the north? And the other side of the sea... There are too many unsolved mysteries in this world waiting for us to explore! What are we waiting for? Woolen cloth!"

Threi didn't answer Bologo's question, he hugged Wei'er, and excitedly described the weird future.

Wei'er obviously wouldn't be indifferent to Threi, and slapped him directly on the face.

"my face!"

Serley covered his face and screamed, rolling on the ground several times.

"With you? Traveling? It's impossible, Thurley, since you threw me in the sea, I never want to go out with you again."

Wei'er licked the blood on her paws, until now she still complained about the bad trip to the bottom of the sea.

"I can go by myself!"

Crying and howling, Selei quickly got up and rushed directly into the bedroom upstairs. After a clanging noise, the guy packed a bag of luggage.

"Wei'er, please say goodbye to other people for me, just say that I'm going on a trip, probably... I will definitely come back in about 100 years!"

After Serley instructed Wei'er, he was about to leave without looking back, but at this moment, the cyan light track passed by, and the swarm of snakes cruising sealed the gate layer by layer.

Burrog raised his hand, and the aether's radiance shone in it.It felt good to be in charge of the aether, and Burrog would never want to experience the etheric vacuum again if he could.

"Bologo...we're good brothers."

Threi turned his head slowly, with a deep and moving tone, playing the emotional card.

"what is the problem?"

Burlogo asked again, "That guy named Olivia Villeris."

"Olivia?"

Wei'er's eyes lit up, and it seemed to know the name, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Thurley's scream.

"Vill!"

The voice was shrill, and those who heard it were moved.

Wei'er hesitated for a moment, it didn't get along with Seri, but considering the old love, one size fits the other, it still decided to keep his black history for Seri.

Burrogo sighed helplessly, "Then ask another question, is there any grievance between you and her?"

"A great grievance."

Serley thought for a while, and added, "The kind that never dies."

"It's over. This guy must have come out to kill me. The undead are just annoying. Everyone has endless years, so they are unexpectedly stubborn about some things."

Selei was talking to himself, his eyes trembling endlessly.

For ordinary people, things like grievances and hatred will be over after 100 years, but for the undead, this is indeed not the case. They have endless time to figure it out.

It was rare for Bologo to see Thurley like this. The last time he saw his expression, it was the gathering of several women he was dating at the same time.

Cerei is a powerful undead, but facing the wrath of the ladies, he was somewhat unable to resist, and was left with several slap marks on his face.

Bologo wanted to continue to ask something, but Serley refused to disclose any news, but just drank wine on his own, mobilizing the only brain tissue he had to think about how to deal with this matter.

"The Undead Club is considered a sanctuary for you." Bologo murmured.

Bologo didn't continue to ask, everyone has their own secrets, and Thurley's privacy should be respected.

It's just that I didn't expect that there are so many enemies of Se Lei, so it's better to separate from Se Lei when going out in the future.

"I'm going to take a shower."

Burrog said suddenly that he didn't know how many times he had to take a bath to wash away the blood energy from Thurley.

I can't find out what's going on from Seri. What's more, Olivia's matter is not important at the moment. In her eyes, she may have died in the venue.

Burrog stopped suddenly, looked at Vier, then at Serley, and then thought of the other people in the Undead Club.

These guys have lived through the ages, they've been through the times, they've seen a lot of things, and everyone is a living, historical witness.

Maybe I can pry out past secrets from them, such as the part about the fall of the Holy City...

Bologo shook his head, and threw these thoughts out of his mind. He had to do one thing at a time. The most important thing now was to check his own information, recover his immortal heart, and arrest Teda.

Teda is at ease all day long, and Burlogo is not at ease every day. This guy's ultimate goal is Amyu, and no one knows what kind of ending this crazy wish will eventually lead to.

Ignoring Thurley any more, Weier led the way ahead, leading Burrog into the interior of the Undead Club.

Burrog has been a member for some time, but he has always stayed in the bar and rarely went deep into the club of the undead.

He maintains a proper sense of distance from these psychopaths.

The dim light illuminated the brown floor, and all kinds of luxurious and famous paintings were hung on the corridor. A sense of time came to his face, and Bologo remembered what Serley had said before.

Compared with the Undead Club, these undead are all young people. The Undead Club existed many, many years ago, and this ancient imaginary domain shrouded in buildings was also born since then.

Currently Serley manages the Undead Club, but in his words, he is actually just a bartender, at most a janitor.

The most important member list is not in the hands of Thurley. He doesn't even know if there is such a thing as a member list here, and he doesn't know much about how many members the Undead Club has.

Apart from these, what surprised Bologo the most was that Seri didn't know who founded the Undead Club. The only Saizong with higher qualifications than Seri was now obsessed with being a dog, and he didn't respond to any questions. , They all responded with "Wow, woof, woof".

In playing a dog, Sai Zong is particularly dedicated.

The spiral staircase continues to extend upwards, as if there is no end, the corridors are arranged in this way, and the doors stand on both sides.

"By the way, has anyone tried to hack into the Undead Club?" Borrog asked.

"Yes, but very few times. Our place is very hidden. Even if some unlucky ghosts walk in, Bode and the others will deal with it." Weier replied, wagging her tail.

"You are a member of the Undead Club, so there is no hostility towards you here. If unwelcome people come, they will just get lost in it."

Wei'er stopped talking and looked towards the corridor next to the stairs. The corridor stretched infinitely until it shrank into a dark spot in the field of vision.

"Just find a room, inject your ether on the door number, and the room will be 'fixed'."

Listening to Wei'er's words, Bologo stood in front of a room. It's not like he hasn't lived here before, but those rooms were opened for him by Seri.

This is like a hotel. This is the first time that Bologo opened a room by himself. After injecting ether into the door plate, the name of Bologo Lazarus appeared on it, and then the door handle was turned, and the door opened automatically.

Burrog was about to go in when he noticed something and took a few steps to the other side, looking at the sign above.

"Palmer...Clex?"

Burrog read the name on the door plate, then looked at Val suspiciously.

"You let that guy live in?"

Wei'er licked her paw and replied, "Thunder and Palmer accidentally got in touch. Although Palmer is not undead, he was also given the privilege of being a 'good friend'."

Bologo still remembered the damn "good friends", these boring undead, and even organized souvenirs for these short-lived good friends-those wine glasses of various styles.

Recalling what Palmer said to himself, compared to himself, Palmer is more like a member, spending all day in the club of the undead, calling these psychopaths brothers and sisters.

Especially Thurley, the relationship between Palmer and Thurley is almost like seeing each other late. If Palmer was born a little earlier, he might have been turned into the Klex family ghost by Thurley.

Hmm... Maybe Thurey was instigated instead and became the ghost of the Villelis family.

"If you need anything, you can press the call bell, and Seri will respond immediately," Wei'er continued in a low voice, "Take advantage of this time to torment him for a while."

"Because of that Olivia?"

Bologo understood Weier's meaning, as long as he didn't continue to ask, Serai would be willing to do many things for him.

"Of course, it's unlucky for Threi, it's been so long, and there are still people who can dig out this black history," Wei'er muttered, "What's even more unlucky is that you are still undead, and you are a member of the undead club , our good brother, Threi can do nothing to you."

Burrog heard the implication of Weier's words, and he asked again, "What about other people who know this?"

"All dead."

The cat's eyes stared at Bologo, "He was beheaded, hanged, and burned...even the related books, and he completely buried that period of history."

"Thorai thought that by killing all the insiders, he could hide these secrets, but we all know that this is just self-deception, and he has to face some things."

Bologo was thoughtful, "But as long as you are in the Undead Club, no one can influence you."

"It's like a self-fulfilling prophecy... We're going to walk out of the Undead Club one day for some weird reason."

Wei'er realized that she had said too much, and then ordered.

"Anyway, let's pretend that we don't know these things. The facts about the Night Clan are too complicated, and the undead are complicated enough, let alone a family of undead. It's a headache to imagine."

Burrog nodded, and after thanking Vale, he closed the door, and darkness enveloped him.

(End of this chapter)