Endless Debt.

Chapter 74 Night Race
"The Undead Club, as the name suggests, is a club established by a group of undead. It has no main purpose and no responsibilities. It's just a place for everyone to have fun and enjoy themselves as they please."

The carnival of the mentally handicapped finally subsided, and Selei turned on all the lights, making the dark bar much brighter.

"If there is any purpose, you can think of this as an undead mutual aid society, just like a post-war trauma meeting for veterans."

Thurley sat in Palmer's place chatting with Borrog. Palmer was completely unconscious and was carried to one side by Geoffrey like a stinking corpse, and Geoffrey sat on the other side, Listening to the conversation between the two.

"The members who register here are all undead. We are not like the old school, who stubbornly cling to the old glory, and we are not like the radicals, who are always thinking of stirring up disputes...Of course, There aren’t many radicals anymore.”

Cerley lit a cigar and exhaled smoke rings one after another. His demeanor was noble, but the worst thing was that the wine soaked his plaid shirt, which stuck tightly to his body, and he could vaguely see The flesh color underneath it is decorated with colored paper and sequins.

Serley is like a dancer in a nightclub who just got off work, chatting with Burlogo about life and philosophy here.

"I……"

Burrogo's mind is still a little bit overwhelmed, and he doesn't know where to start when he is full of questions.

"Keep touching, don't stop."

Just when I had some thoughts, a cat meowed, urging myself.

"Oh oh oh."

Just like a younger brother, Burrogo kept stroking the black cat named "Vail" in his arms, and Vera twisted and turned in Burlogo's arms with a look of enjoyment.

"Wei'er! Be more reserved!" Seeing this, Threi admonished.

"Yes, that's it, rub it more!"

Val didn't care about Threy at all, it showed its belly and made Burrog rub it endlessly.

It feels quite comfortable to the touch, like touching some kind of expensive silk, and there are bursts of snoring.Burlogo realized where his discomfort was coming from.

Out of control, everything is out of his control right now.

Bologo is an expert, and an expert must firmly control everything in his hands, but facing these crazy undead, Bologo can't guess what will happen next.

Yes, it's the same feeling when facing Bai Li. You never know whether this female hooligan will strip your pants first, or your clothes, or both.

Also in this undead club, you never know what these undead will do.

Bologo originally thought that this would be a meeting like an ancient ceremony. A group of people, surrounded by candlelight, took an oath and then joined this mysterious club. It cannot be taken lightly. Judging from Palmer's reaction, there is a deeper conspiracy hidden in it.

But what about practicality?

The moment he entered the door, Serley tore off his dress like a diver, and jumped into the bar. There was singing, and the colorful light balls twirled endlessly.

"I... am a little surprised." Burlogo controlled his emotions.

"What's unexpected? Are we undead so approachable?"

"Big...probably."

"Haha."

The person who laughed at Se Lei turned his back on his back, casually took another bottle of wine, bit off the bottle cap with his sharp teeth, and drank a few gulps.

"What do you think the undead look like? Burrogo." He asked with a hint of alcohol.

"The older, the more mysterious, the more noble."

"Well, your description is very suitable for those people in the old school, but not all of them," said Threi, "The undead are all old monsters who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years, and most of their ideas are determined by that old era." Restricted, bound by the old beams, so they stubbornly follow some ancient etiquette, but the etiquette cannot hide their ugly hearts."

"Mystery and dignity are just disguises. The correct answer is that the older, the more numb and the crazier."

Thurley's words hit Burrogo's heart hard.

"Think about it, a group of old guys who have lived for an unknown amount of time. Except for death, they have experienced all the joys, sorrows, joys, glory and wealth that life should experience. There is nothing that can shake the minds of these old guys. My fiery heart also became numb, and there was no more ups and downs."

"Do you think they are alive? Or dead?" Threi asked again, but he gave the answer without waiting for Bologo's answer, "A living corpse, every undead is a living corpse."

"But I don't think so, I'm still alive," said Burlogo.

"Yeah, because you are still young, a young undead, you still have 'desire' in your heart, I can see it from your eyes."

Threi suddenly lowered his body, staring closely at the blue eyes.

"It's a nice look, full of desire, anger, hatred... But what about when all your 'desires' are fulfilled?
That's where your despair begins. "

Selei's smile was bright, but his words were cold. It may be true as he said, every undead is a moody monster. Last second he was a gigolo, but now he is as cold as a solid piece of iron.

"No, no, this is a happy day, and we shouldn't talk about such things." Thorey slapped himself loudly, and then smiled again.

"Jeffrey, where are the keys?"

Sirey patted Jeffrey, and this guy also had a flushed face, but compared to Palmer's alcoholic drinking style, Jeffrey still controlled a lot and remained sober.

"Here, Bolog, you can use this to come to the Undead Club in the future," Jeffrey handed the "Key of the Crooked Path" to Bolog, rubbed his face vigorously, and his eyes became clearer. Then he said, "Bologo, if you have any questions about the undead, you can ask Seri. This guy is not bad. He is one of the few members of the Villelis family who can communicate normally."

"The Villelis family?" Bologo pondered for a few seconds, he didn't ask Thurley, but Geoffrey.

"What do I need to join here? Just to have fun with these drunks?"

"A friendly cooperation, you become a member of them, which is also equivalent to the closer relationship between the Bureau of Order and these drunkards. We cause trouble, but from the perspective of the entire undead group, they are the best to get along with.

You can be friends with them as long as you drink. "

Jeffrey gradually came to his senses, asked for a glass of water, cleared his throat, and continued.

"The older you are, the more you know, the more you understand, and sometimes we will get some secret information from these people... Aren't you always curious about your deal with the devil? Maybe Seri can give Please explain."

Hearing it, Serley looked at Bologo expectantly, as if waiting for Bologo to ask him.This made Burlogo a little unhappy, but he still spoke helplessly.

"What is the Villelis house?"

Bologo asked an unexpected question, the blue eyes met those scarlet eyes, the older and the crazier, is this crazy Thurley in front of him the real Thurley?What is he like under the mask?
"Wow, you hit the bull's-eye when you opened your mouth!"

Wei Er shouted in Bologo's arms, and Bologo stroked its head, not to mention, this black cat is quite addictive to rub.

There was a bad idea in Burlogo's mind.

"Huh... good question, is it because of the Klex family kid?"

Thurley exhaled another puff of smoke ring, and looked at Palmer who looked like a dead dog not far away.

"Although he's a little unreliable, it's still necessary to care about his partner... Interested in talking about it?"

"Huh? Of course, we are 'good brothers' after all."

Serley emphasized this point emphatically. Ever since Bologo fell into this mentally handicapped quagmire, Serley has shown enough enthusiasm for Bologo. It is obviously the first time they met, but the two seem to have been friends for many years .

Bologo didn't feel the sudden kindness, but with Thurley's excessive enthusiasm, he really didn't have the right to refuse.

"One of the rules of the Undead Club. Members are good brothers. Good brothers do not distinguish between each other and have nothing to hide."

Weier said, Burrog lowered his head and met those blue cat eyes, as crystal clear as sapphires.Then Jeffrey said again.

"Thorai, Bologo has lost his memory, he forgot the memory of dealing with the devil, he woke up and became an undead, and... I should have mentioned to you on the phone before, about his death And resurrected'."

"I remember the extremely perfect 'resurrection from the dead'. To be honest, I was a little envious at the time." Serey said.

"He has a lot of questions, you can explain the knowledge of undead to him by the way, and introduce these members."

Jeffrey glanced at it, and the skeleton man and the beagle ran out, and there were only Thurley, Weier, and the stone statue that looked like an ornament.

"At least I like you guys quite a bit. Are you worthy of being the odd one among the undead?" Jeffrey muttered.

Wei'er meowed, as if laughing, "We're just more peaceful."

"If you are restless, what's the matter? Do you want to try swimming in the sea for three years?" Sai Lei said to Wei'er.

"It's not your fault!"

Wei'er frowned for a moment, as if she was going to rush over to scratch Huaserei's face in the next second, but fortunately, Bologo held it down and rubbed it vigorously, making Wei'er purr.

"Compared to the old things between you, why not talk about the current ones first? I'm still in a hurry."

Bologo said that he just wants to know the information he needs now, and then escape from this hellish place.

"Good good."

Threi gulped down his drink, looking straight at Borrog with his scarlet eyes in a chic posture, he said.

"To speak of our Villelis family, another word would have to be mentioned.

Have you heard of 'Night Clan'? "

The atmosphere became dignified, and there was a slight chill in the chill, Serley smiled showing his sharp teeth, and then...Bologo shook his head.

"I just got out of prison a year ago, and I became a Sublimator just a few days ago. What do you expect me to know?"

Burrog rubbed Val's chin and said bluntly.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up."

(End of this chapter)