Endless Debt.

Chapter 377
The friendly and joyful atmosphere was no longer there, but an extremely serious one, and Burlogo felt like a criminal, surrounded by these people, with nowhere to escape.

"what happened?"

Bologo was puzzled by the change in the attitude of the Serei and the others, just talking to Sezon, why their reaction was so great.

Thurley snapped his fingers, Bode got up immediately, closed all the doors, and specially checked the door of the Undead Club to make sure it was closed tightly.

Wei'er looked around vigilantly. This was their territory, but it seemed that in the depths of the club of the undead, there were unknown enemies entrenched.

Threi threw away his relaxed and casual demeanor, and his whole body was tense.

"You mean, at the very beginning of the disordered time axis, Saizong took the initiative to remind you and talk to you."

Se Lei asked earnestly, "Then Sai Zong disappeared, and he hasn't returned until now, has he?"

"Um, so...is there something wrong with Cyzon?"

Bologo wondered. From his point of view, the undead in the Undead Club get along very happily. If these guys have nothing to do, give Sai Zong a kick and let the guy who is in the way go away.

But now they are full of awe and... vigilance towards Sai Zong?
"There are many problems. After getting along for a long time, all of us have understood each other's past to some extent, but only Sai Zong...we don't know anything about Sai Zong." Bode said at this time.

"We've known Sejong for a long time, but you probably won't believe it, we barely interact with Sejong," Vale said, "He's been playing weird characters, switching roles every few decades. , he only said a few words, most of which were unimportant small talk."

"We felt that Cyzon was paralyzing himself by turning himself into another character. We asked him, but he didn't say anything about it."

Se Lei fiddled with the wine glass in his hand, analyzing Sai Zong's thoughts.

Everyone in the Undead Club has a bad past, and everyone paralyzes themselves in different ways to pass through the long years.

Alcohol and pleasure are Thurley's safe haven, and twisting himself into another existence is Sejong's way of avoiding problems.

Burrogo wondered, "So why are you so wary of Cyzon?"

Serley narrowed his eyes, he hesitated, he didn't know whether he should continue talking, Bode and Wei Er's attitude was also the same, the atmosphere became serious and suppressed, in the eyes of these undead, the club that was extremely safe in the past was also Started to become extremely dangerous.

"Bologo, have you ever thought about who established the Undead Club?"

Facing this mysterious question, Burlogo shook his head. He has been in the Undead Club for less than a year, and he doesn't even know a few members. How could he know such a thing?
"Could it be... do you suspect that Sai Zong is the owner of the Undead Club?"

Burrog quickly realized another point, with uncontrollable surprise in his voice.

Everyone silently acquiesced in Bologo's answer. Weird emotions lingered among them. Serley picked up the wine bottle and poured a few more glasses of wine, hoping that the alcohol would ease the tension.

"Contrary to what you think, I didn't really join the Undead Club after the Daybreak War a hundred years ago. I got acquainted with it long before that."

Threi shook the wine glass, watching the ice cubes in it collide back and forth, and in the refracted light, his thoughts were pulled back to the years before.

"That should be... many years ago, right? I can't remember clearly. I remember Sai Zong invited me back then. I would come here as a guest from time to time, but I didn't stay and become one of them." .”

Bologo listened quietly to Thrrey's narration. The former Night Clan lord rarely talked about his long past.

"After the Daybreak War, I had nowhere to go. Sai Zong appeared again, and he invited me again. This time I agreed, and then I came here."

Cerley felt a slight chill pass over his body, and at this moment he realized something belatedly.

"Then a wonderful thing happened, Burrog.

No one told me what to do, but when I was living here, when the days went by, I didn't know what was going on, and I somehow assumed a certain identity here, being the bartender. "

Selei smiled, his eyes swept across the familiar bar.

"It's like a kind of assimilation. Unknowingly, I became a part of the Undead Club. As a bartender, a person in charge manages the place. As for Sai Zong, after I came, he seemed to be relieved of his responsibility. in his own performance."

Burrogo felt a little terrified of Thurley's story, "It all happened subtly, didn't it?"

"Basically, when I realized all this, I had been working for many years and invited many new members," Sai Lei said. "I was shocked and felt like I had fallen into a magic cave. Sejong confronted, and in a rare turn of events, he ended his performance and responded to my words."

"Haven is not free, everyone has to contribute its value to maintain the operation here."

Se Lei repeated Sai Zong's words at that time, thinking carefully that this was said a long time ago, and he still remembered it so clearly.

"He said that as long as I want to leave, I can leave at any time. The Undead Club never binds anyone. The reason why we can't leave is that our past binds us and prevents us from returning to the world."

Thurley paused, thinking of his bad past, he couldn't help but sigh, "He's right, we're not trapped here by the Undead Club, but trapped here by our own past, unable to leave."

"It's very simple to want to leave, as long as you really step out of that door, don't look back, and meet the fate you should have met, but after so many years, none of us have the courage to do so."

Stretch out and point to the gate of the Undead Club. Every undead is free but imprisoned.

Everything has a price.

"Since then I've felt something was wrong with Sejong, but you've also seen him the way he usually is, and it's really hard for people to take him seriously."

Serley spread his hands helplessly. No matter how terrifying and mysterious his existence was, he pretended to be a dog every day, urinated everywhere and gnawed at the corner of the table. No one could take him seriously, but would punch and kick him instead.

Bologo understood what Seri meant, "Among you, Saizong is undoubtedly the one with the most senior qualifications. He even said that it was you who came and took over Saizong's responsibilities to a certain extent, so you doubt him. ...he is the owner of the Undead Club?"

After finishing speaking, Bologo was also surprised by his own idea, like a wild fantasy without any basis at all.

But... But Burrog could not help believing that this was the only truth, and he thought the others felt the same way.

"The older, the nobler, the more impermanent."

Selei didn't answer Bologo's words, but whispered faintly.

"This is an abnormal phenomenon. Sai Zong took the initiative to stop the performance, talked to you and left the club of the undead."

Bode's voice was low and roaring, and his icy-skeleton face turned towards Bologo, "We still don't know Sai Zong's identity, and we don't know what position he is in this Undead Club, but what is certain is that , he is definitely not as simple as the surface."

The conversation of several people gradually fell into silence, and they didn't know what to say next, they just drank dull wine.

Burrog thought of the spiral staircase in the club of the undead, and the porch that seemed to have no end. In this seemingly relaxed club, there were hidden secrets.

No one knew Saizon's true identity, nor where he went. At least in the following days, Bologo never saw that funny figure dressed as a dog again.

In the depths of the club of the undead, at the end of the porch where almost no one has set foot, a door is closed tightly, and there is a faint snoring sound coming from it. This snoring sound has lasted for a hundred years. Some people have slept here and never woke up.

(End of this chapter)