Endless Debt.

Chapter 77 The Resistance of Mental Illness

Sometimes it is not that you lose first before you get it, or it may be that you get it first and then lose it...

What do you get?What will be lost?

Bologo lowered his eyes, thoughtful, and he saw something faintly, the scorched earth filled with gunpowder smoke, the countless dead soldiers...

Like an inescapable nightmare, it kept flickering in front of my eyes.

"Don't worry too much, we are undead, and we have plenty of time to think about these issues."

Thurley patted Bologo on the shoulder vigorously. He might have thought that Bologo was depressed and wanted to encourage him, but this shot Bologo's thoughts disappeared.

"There's another point you need to pay attention to, Bologo."

Wei'er said at this time that although it was only a black cat, its behavior still carried a human elegance, and the figure of the noble lady could be vaguely seen, with its tail wrapping around and shaking slightly.

"We are debtors, inextricably linked with the devil, and unlike the devil who is drained of 'value', the devil sees us as their tentacles, their representatives in this world."

Burrog's face was reflected in the sapphire pupils, and he raised his head, his white face showing no emotion.

"That is to say, the devil who took your soul... When it needs you, you will meet again."

The cyan eyes froze, and Bologo's heartbeat accelerated, and the blood all over his body was screaming.

"Is that so...how did I forget about this?"

Bologo muttered to himself, Geoffrey had mentioned these things to him before, but he didn't pay attention to it. It wasn't until after Thurley's narration and Vier's reminder that Bologo was shocked by all this.

Debt is a curse, and Burrog will meet the devil again when it needs Burrog...

When it takes burrogo to do something.

"Be careful with it, don't listen to any of its words, you have already fallen into the abyss, and you can't sink any deeper."

Wei Er asked from the bottom of her heart, and Burlog could feel its true meaning.

Burrog nodded, and responded, "I'll keep an eye out, and I think I'm already on the opposite side of that devil."

As he spoke, he glanced at Jeffrey, who remained silent all the time, listening to the conversation, and looked at each other briefly, and they both understood each other's meaning.

Protect the human world from intrusion and maintain the proper order of the extraordinary world.

"However... this feels really weird. We only drank a little wine, but we are so familiar? Or are the undead familiar like this?"

Bologo calmed down his rapid heartbeat, smiled, and diluted the serious atmosphere a lot. Under the offensive of these mentally handicapped people, Bologo was somewhat fallen, and his speech was less indifferent.

He could feel that although it was only the first time they met, these undead were unexpectedly sincere, but thinking of the welcome party just now, Bologo felt that it seemed quite reasonable for these undead to be so sincere.

"Night people, black cats, mummies, stone statues, skeletons... and role-playing?"

Looking around, this Undead Club is really amazing, even more absurd than a dream, even if it is said, no one will believe it.

"It's not acquaintance, but in the future, we are destined to become the closest good brothers."

As Serey said, he put his arms around Bolog, this guy was surprisingly strong, and beside him, Bolog seemed a bit cuddly.

"In the future?" Burrog didn't understand.

"Think carefully, Bolog, you are an undead, an undead who ignores time and age!"

Thurley imagined the future, a bad future.

"You and Jeffrey are good friends, right? I also like Jeffrey very much. I have had many friends like Jeffrey, but they all died in the end."

He said and pointed to the cabinet next to the bar, which was filled with all kinds of wine glasses, and there was a nameplate on the bottom with his name on it.

"Leave only some of their wine glasses as souvenirs."

There was a bit of melancholy in Thurley's voice.

"That's it, Bologo, now you still have many, many good friends, but what about ten years later? After a hundred years? Everyone is dead. At most, you will leave some souvenirs or something. In the end, you will become lonely.

These are all established facts in the future, have you ever thought about these? "

Burrog shook his head. He had never thought about these things, and his eyes fell on Jeffrey. Now he is still a living person, but under the erosion of the years, he will return to loess sooner or later.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are preordained, but the undead are not bound by it, like a blessing or a curse.

"Sometimes I would go back to my old place to see the cities I used to live in... In my memory, it was a very quiet town, with green grass stretching to the end of the horizon," Selei said about his past , "But now it is full of continuous high-rise buildings, and the cobweb-like railroad tracks plow through the grass, leaving only barren."

"I used to talk to people about the past of that town, but they sniffed it and said I was talking crazy. In the memory of those people, this town was originally like this... as if in my memory The small town is just a illusory phantom, it has died in the years, leaving only a little echo, lingering in my mind."

Serley couldn't laugh anymore, he looked at Bologo, and said in a very serious tone.

"This is what every undead will experience. In the end, everything will change. The only thing that remains the same is us. In the end, there will be only us, the undead. We hug each other with tears!"

"Is that why we're meant to be good friends and good brothers?" said Borrog. "I'll be back here sooner or later, and join you in this carnival."

"That's right! The carnival here is eternal. The undead sit at the long table, drinking wine and tasting honey. The music here will never end until the end of the world and the end of time."

As soon as Se Lei finished speaking, that damn singing sounded again, circling endlessly in his ears.

"That sounds like a bunch of poor souls huddling together for warmth," Bologo commented grimly.

"Aren't you afraid? Familiar people are dying one after another." Seri asked.

Burlogo didn't speak, and one picture after another continued to emerge in front of his eyes, just like the ending credits of a movie, one name after another emerged.

"not afraid."

Burlogo gave a surprising answer.

"What is there to be afraid of? Under your watchful eye, your friends have lived a happy life. Shouldn't you be satisfied with that?

Even after thousands of years, when everything is gone, you still remember everything about him... Your friends never died, they just live in your memory. "

This time it was Threi who was silent, he pressed his temples hard, as if he was facing an extremely difficult question.

"Do you regard yourself as... a living tombstone? It is engraved with everything from the past." Sai Lei said.

"What's the problem? It's like the town you remember, if you don't care about it, no one really remembers it."

Burrog looked at the wine glasses in the cabinet. In the past, different people lifted them up and drank in this bar.

It was a good time, but no one remembers it anymore except these undead.

"I have been in prison before...Because of some of my own problems, I am actually quite calm about going to prison. I once felt that there is nothing wrong with staying here forever."

Burrog spoke calmly.

"But the idea is the idea. After staying there for a while, the feeling is really terrible. The prison is dark and there is nothing. I yell at the wall, and I can't even get a little echo. It is quiet and crazy there. I Sometimes you can even hear the sound of your own blood rushing and bones rubbing against each other."

"I can't do anything . . . but remember, and one thing I've realized since then, Thurley."

Burrog walked to the cabinet, and through the glass, he could see the names under the wine glasses and the time they had passed. The cabinet was like a small cemetery, and the wine glasses were the tombstones.

"As long as a person learns to remember, he will no longer be alone."

Burrog turned his head and asked Jeffrey, "Jeffrey, what kind of wine glass do you want as a tombstone?"

"Me? It's better to have a larger capacity." Jeffrey froze for a moment, then responded with a smile.

"I think, therefore I am?" Threi smiled disdainfully, "I have seen people like you, but in the end you will only rust and wither in endless memories and thoughts."

"Then don't just keep remembering and thinking in the corner. We are undead, free undead. Apart from memories and drunkenness, there are many things waiting for us to do."

"It's an absurd and crazy world."

"That's why I resist, and that's why I exist."

At the end of the conversation, Burlog continued to observe the wine glasses in the cabinet. They had different shapes, and some of their owners' personalities could be seen from the side.

Some cups are luxurious, some are made of pure gold, some cups are extremely simple, and some are more exaggerated. If Burlogo is not mistaken, it should be a disposable paper cup.

Thray fell silent, staring at Borrog for a long time, until at some point he sighed, then laughed and patted Val's cat's head.

"Wei Er, this new friend is unexpectedly interesting!"

What responded to Seri was a cat's claw from Weier.

"It's really interesting."

Wei'er licked the blood on her paws, and Selei covered her hands with a distorted expression.

The azure blue pupils are like a mirror, imprisoning Burogo in it, and the clear female voice is a bit doubtful, it said.

"This guy gives me the feeling that he is either a philosopher or a psychopath with some psychological problems. Of course, there doesn't seem to be much difference between the two."

"I think it's a mental illness."

Geoffrey nodded in favor of Val's second option.

(End of this chapter)