"The Immortal Club, as the name suggests, is a club established by a group of undead people. It has no main purpose and no responsibilities. It is just a place for everyone to have fun and have fun."
The revelry of the mentally retarded people finally stopped, and Sere turned on all the lights, making the dark bar much brighter.
"If you have to say there is a purpose, you can regard this place as an undead mutual aid association, just like a veterans' post-war trauma association."
Sere sat in Palmer's seat and chatted with Boluogo. Palmer completely lost consciousness and was carried to one side by Jeffrey, like a stinking corpse. Jeffrey sat on the other side.
Listening to the conversation between the two.
"Members registered here are all aliens among the undead. We are not like the conservatives who stubbornly cling to the old glory, nor are we like the radicals who always want to stir up disputes... Of course,
There aren’t many radicals left.”
Sere lit a cigar and blew out smoke rings one after another. There was a sense of nobility in his behavior, but what was terrible was that the wine soaked into his plaid shirt and clung tightly to his body, making it vaguely visible.
The flesh color underneath is decorated with colored paper and sequins.
Sere is like a nightclub dancer who just got off work, chatting with Boluogo about life and philosophy.
"I……"
Boluogo's mind was still a little confused, and he didn't know where to start with all the questions he had.
"Keep touching, don't stop."
Just when I had some ideas, a cat meowed, urging me.
"Oh oh oh."
Like a little brother, Boluoge kept stroking the black cat named "Weier" in his arms. Weier was twisting around in Boluogo's arms, looking like he was enjoying it.
"Weier! Be more reserved!" Serei admonished upon seeing this.
"Yes, that's it, rub it more!"
Weier didn't care about Sere at all. It exposed its belly and let Bologg rub it endlessly.
It felt quite comfortable, like touching some kind of expensive silk, and he heard a snoring sound. Boluogo realized where his discomfort came from.
Out of control, everything at the moment is beyond his control.
Boluogo is an expert, and an expert must have everything under control, but facing these insane undead, Boluogo can't even guess what will happen next.
Yes, I feel the same way when facing Bailey. You never know whether this female gangster will take off your pants first, or your clothes, or both at the same time.
It's the same in this undead club, you never know what these undead will do.
Boluogo originally thought that this would be an ancient ritual meeting. A group of people would swear an oath surrounded by candlelight, and then join this mysterious club. The initiation ceremony might involve committing suicide once to prove that you are an immortal and join
We cannot take it lightly. Judging from Palmer's reaction, there is a deeper conspiracy hidden in it.
But what about reality?
The moment he entered the door, Sere was like a diver, tearing off his dress and jumping into the bar. The singing started and the colorful light balls spun endlessly.
"I... was a little surprised." Boluogo controlled his emotions.
"What's the surprise? Are we undead so approachable?"
"Big...probably."
"Ha ha."
The man who laughed at Se Lei jumped on his back, took another bottle of wine, bit open the bottle cap with his sharp teeth, and took a few sips.
"What do you think the undead are like? Boluogo." He asked with a drunken breath.
"The older it is, the more mysterious it is, and the more noble it is."
"Well, your description is very consistent with those of the old school, but it is not all," Sere said. "The undead are all old monsters who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years. Most of their ideas have been influenced by the old era.
They are restricted and bound by the old times, so they stubbornly follow some ancient etiquette, but etiquette cannot cover their ugly hearts."
"Mystery and nobility are just disguises,
The correct answer is, the older it is, the more numb it is, and the crazier it is."
Sere's words struck Boluogo hard in the heart.
"Think about it, a group of old guys who have lived for who knows how long. Except for death, they have experienced all the joys, sorrows, joys, glory and wealth that life should experience. Nothing can shake the minds of these old guys. Even so.
The blazing heart also became numb, and there was no more ups and downs.”
"Do you think they are alive? Or dead?" Sere asked again, but he gave the answer directly without waiting for Boluogo's answer, "A living corpse, every undead is a living corpse."
"But I don't think so, I'm still alive," Bologo said.
"Yes, because you are still young, a young immortal, and you still have 'desire' in your heart. I can see it in your eyes."
Serei suddenly lowered his body and stared into the blue eyes.
"What a nice look, full of desire, anger, hatred... But what happens when all your 'desires' are satisfied?
That is the beginning of your despair."
Sere's smile was bright and sunny, but his words were cold. Maybe it was true as he said, every undead was a moody monster. One second he was just a gigolo, and now he was as cold as a solid piece of iron.
"No, no, this is a happy day, we shouldn't talk about such things." Serei slapped himself loudly, and then started to smile again.
"Jeffrey, where's the key?"
Sere patted Jeffrey, who also had a blush on his face, but compared to Palmer's alcoholic drinking style, Jeffrey still had a lot more control and remained sober.
"Here, Boluogo, you can use this to come to the Undead Club in the future," Jeffrey handed the "Key to the Winding Path" to Boluogo, rubbed his face vigorously, and his eyes became clearer.
Then he said, "Brogo, if you have any questions about the undead, you can ask Sere. This guy is not bad. He is one of the few people from the Vellelis family who can communicate normally."
"The Villeless family?" Bologg pondered for a few seconds. He did not ask Sere, but asked Geoffrey.
"What is the need for me to join here? Am I just having fun with these drunkards?"
"With a friendly cooperation, you become one of them, which is equivalent to the closer relationship between the Bureau of Order and these drunkards. Although people like Serei are troublesome idlers, they will always give them to others in the name of having fun.
We cause trouble, but from the perspective of the entire undead group, they are the easiest to get along with.
As long as you drink, you can be friends with them."
Jeffrey gradually woke up, asked for a glass of water, cleared his throat, and continued.
"The older it is, the more we know and understand. Sometimes we will get some secret information from the mouths of these people... Haven't you always been curious about your deal with the devil? Maybe Sere can give
Please give me some explanation."
After hearing this, Sere looked at Boluogo expectantly, as if he was waiting for Boluogo to ask him. This made Boluogo a little unhappy, but he still spoke helplessly.
"What is the Villeless family?"
Boluogo asked an unexpected question. His cyan eyes met those scarlet eyes. The older they were, the crazier they were. Is the psychotic Sere in front of him the real Sere? Under the mask, he
What does it look like?
"Wow, you hit the target as soon as you opened your mouth!"
Weier shouted in Boluogo's arms, and Boluogo touched its head. Not to mention, this black cat is quite addictive to rub.
Burlogo had a bad idea in his head.
"Huh...good question, is it because of the Krax boy?"
Sere blew out another smoke ring and looked at Palmer who looked like a dead dog not far away.
"Although he is a bit unreliable, it is still necessary to care about your partner... Are you interested in talking about it?"
"Huh? Of course, we are 'good brothers' after all."
Sere emphasized this point. From the moment Bologg fell into this mentally retarded quagmire, Sere showed enough enthusiasm for Bologg. It was obviously the first time they met, but the two seemed to have been friends for many years.
.
Boluogo didn't feel the sudden kindness, but with Sere's excessive enthusiasm, he really didn't have the right to refuse.
"One of the rules of the Immortal Club is that members are all good brothers. Good brothers do not distinguish between each other and have nothing to hide."
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Weier said, and Boluogo lowered his head and met the pair of blue cat eyes, as crystal clear as sapphires. At this time, Jeffrey said again.
"Serre, Bologo lost his memory and forgot the memory of the deal with the devil. When he woke up, he became an undead, and...I should have mentioned it to you on the phone before, about his death.
And come back to life'."
"I remember the extremely perfect 'resurrection from the dead'. To be honest, I was a little envious at the time." Sere said.
"He has a lot of questions. You can explain the knowledge of the undead to him and introduce these members.uu Kanshu www.uukanshu.com"
Jeffrey glanced at the skeleton and the beagle and ran out. There were only Sere, Weier and the stone statue that looked like a decoration.
"At least I quite like you guys. Shouldn't you be considered an outlier among the undead?" Jeffrey muttered.
Wei'er meowed, as if she was laughing, "We are just relatively peaceful."
"What if you are restless? Do you still want to try to swim in the sea for three years?" Se Lei said to Weier.
"It's not your fault!"
Weier's hair was furious for a moment, as if she was going to pounce on Huaserei's face the next second. Fortunately, Boluogo held it down and rubbed it hard, making Weier purr.
"Rather than talking about the old things between you, why don't we talk about the current situation first? I'm still in a hurry."
Boluogo said that now he just wants to know the information he needs and then escape from this hellish place.
"Okay, okay."
Sere drank the drink in one gulp, looked at Boluogo with a cool posture, and said with scarlet eyes.
"To talk about our Villeless family, we have to mention another word.
Have you ever heard of ‘Night Clan’?”
The atmosphere became solemn, with a slight chill in the chill. Sere smiled and showed his sharp teeth, and then... Boluogo shook his head.
"I was released from prison a year ago and became a Condenser a few days ago. What do you expect me to know?"
Boluogo rubbed Weier's chin and said unceremoniously.
"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."
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