Endless Debt.

Chapter 509 The Devil's Ideal

"Did you do it on purpose?"

Burrog clenched his hands involuntarily, and squeezed the drink glass, the juice overflowed and spilled all over his hand.

"What on purpose? I'm just communicating with you normally."

The corners of Belphegor's mouth were raised slightly, and he successfully seduced Burrog, no matter what weird words he said next, Burrog would chat with him, just for the true or false information.

Burrog felt his heartbeat gradually increased, his chest became hot, and the clear sound of heartbeat echoed in the theater.

Seeing that Bologo was silent, Belphegor said to himself, "If immortality is the immortality of the body, then you should have seen such an example in the club of the undead, right? Stone sculptures and withered bodies , is such an eternal life interesting?"

"Or is it like Threi, the eternal life of eternal youth in the body? Actually, it's not much better, right? Look at Threi's appearance. His body is eternal, but his spirit is on the verge of collapse. Didn't you notice it?"

"I think Thurley is in good spirits," said Burrog.

Serley may be the happiest member of the Undead Club. He hangs around different women every day, drinks and has fun when he gets tired, or plays board games with Palmer and the others. Bologo can't think of such a person, There will be no worries at all.

"That can only mean that you have never understood Threy."

Bologo didn't answer. He admitted that after going to the wind source highlands, Selei was covered by a big mystery in Bologo's eyes. disturbed.

"Back to the topic of eternal life."

Belphinger took everyone in the Undead Club as an example, "Like Bode, there is only a skeleton left, and all human sensory stimulation has been lost, leaving only a numb heart forever? It's the posture of a beast, deprived of the ability to be human."

"But isn't this a trick of you, the devils?" Bologo gritted his teeth, "You made all of this."

"We're just fulfilling their wishes."

Belphegor said, "Don't think of the devil too complicatedly. You can think of us as a group of... wishing machines, yes, wishing machines with self-will."

"Whatever human beings want, we will give. It's just this process, we need to charge the necessary price... You see, we are also bound by our own rules, and we are not omnipotent.

I also want to grant human beings eternal life free from suffering and torment. Unfortunately, I can do it, but human beings do not have the value of obtaining such perfect eternal life. "

"What about me?" Borrog asked. "My immortality is near perfection."

Belphegor said, "That's why you are so unique and beautiful, and you must have been worth so much to one of my brothers, which is why he gave you such immortality, but I understand that you will be like this one day As tired as Ray."

"No, I'm not bored."

"Really? One day in the infinite future, the people you know, the things you are familiar with, the era you live in, all of which will be buried in the dust of history, and you are a ghost crawling out of the grave, with this world Out of place... Can you still bear it?"

"Of course," Burrog said confidently, "as long as I have memories, I can live forever."

Belphegor was silent. He took off his sunglasses and looked at Burlogo.

"So...Mr. Lazarus, would you like to make a bet with me?"

In an instant, all the sounds disappeared, and Bologo felt that his body was petrified, unable to move, the darkness swallowed all the light, and only himself and Belphegor remained in the dark and empty world.

Belphegor stared at Borrog, his eye sockets began to turn black, like smoky makeup, and then the pupils of his eyes turned into absolute blackness, with a tar-like substance flowing out of them, flowing across his pale cheeks .

Burrogo asked mockingly, "Do you think that's possible?"

Like a hallucination, the weird scene shattered in an instant, the darkness dissipated, and the dim light returned to the theater. Belphegor was still wearing sunglasses, and he didn't look at Borrog. All this time, his eyes were locked on the screen superior.

"It seems that we can't argue and come to a conclusion," Belphegor shook his head in disappointment, but he added, "But it doesn't matter, we have plenty of time"

"How about we meet every 100 years? Mr. Lazarus, tell me about your experience and your views on eternal life."

"Are you trying to turn me into your 'poet'?"

"probably."

Belphinger went on to say, "I'm a fan of yours because I think your life is amazing, and that must be a great movie material that should be added to that "Endless Verses"."

"Is that so..."

Burrogo said in a low voice, he understood why Belphegor was so enthusiastic about him. This guy is a decadent young man who is independent from the world and immersed in his own beautiful fantasy.

Belphegor likes artistic creation, so he recruited a group of poets to collect for him. In modern times, he saw the art of film, so he began to extract the memory in his soul and edit great films.

He is both audience and director.

The more wonderful the life, the more valuable it is, the more noble the art, the more worthy of his bargaining chips.

"Oh, sorry, I got off topic."

Belphegor enjoyed the conversation with Burrog. He put away the devil's strangeness and faced him with the most ordinary attitude.

"In short, I think that for mortals, the body does not have true immortality, but the spirit and will can.

The eternal life I promised to the poets is the eternal life of the spirit. Their works will be included in "Endless Poetry". As for them themselves, all poets who give their souls to me will also be protected by me and enjoy eternal Sleep peacefully till the end of this psalm, which we shall watch together in the theater, without end. "

Belphegor's tone was deep and gentle, as if he was reciting a poem.

Bologo murmured, "The derivatives of the collection... the hotel is full..."

"Look, we have always been in an equal relationship. We are friends, brothers, and poets are the same as me. We all want to witness the birth of "Endless Poetry"..."

Belphegor's voice changed.

"But such a promise is too far away after all, I can't remember how many thousand years have passed, and the "Endless Psalms" is still being compiled, I think, only when the world ends, can it be truly completed.

This is too long. Under the impact of new things, many poets feel that my promise is a fraud. Compared with the eternal world after death, they are more willing to believe in the joy of the moment. "

Belphegor recalls, "Like that... fast food culture that we just mentioned? Yeah, kind of like that.

One of my brothers and sisters seized the opportunity. She seduced the poets with the joy of life and made them abandon me. As a result, the Unbound Poetry Society gradually disappeared from the stage of history and was replaced by the Zongge Orchestra.

They don't care about the future, they only care about the present, they don't care about any profound thoughts, they only desire the most straightforward and strongest impact on the senses. "

Belphegor's tone was a bit sad, "Few people can refuse such a temptation, can't they?"

Bologo didn't bother to understand the sad story of the devil. He even wondered if the devil had the emotion of so-called sadness.

"Aren't you telling me this to make me a member of you?"

Belphegor showed a meaningful smile, "The devil never forces others, not to mention, I now have new poets."

Burrog's expression froze. Belphegor reached a blood contract with the Bureau of Order. Perhaps the Bureau of Order is the new... new Unbound Poetry Club.

"No, how is this possible?" Burrog repeatedly confirmed, "I didn't feel anything unusual."

With the depth of Bologo's umbilical cord, he can easily detect the abnormalities related to the devil around him, but except for the special operations team, he has not found other debtors in the Bureau of Order, not even the contractors who have been protected. .

"Because this bet is not over yet, although I think I have won."

Belphegor was in a position to win.

Burrog tried to calm his heart, and strengthened his hatred of the devil so as not to let his guard down.

"Sure enough...the devil is the devil after all."

Burrog demanded, "You don't just want to influence me with words, do you?"

Burrog believed that he would not be bewitched by Belphegor, and what he did was useless in Burrog's view.

"If you can be easily persuaded by me, I will feel disappointed instead," Belphegor put back his smile, "I'm just reminding you, Mr. Lazarus."

"I'm not your enemy. On the contrary, I'm your potential ally. Your real enemy is the existence that corrupted the Unbound Poetry Society and turned it into a singing band."

Belphegor explained to Burrog.

"The witch of lust."

(End of this chapter)