Chapter 75: The resistance of mental illness [Thanks to the leader of Big Fat Buddha, more updates]
Sometimes it’s not that you lose first before you can get it, but it’s also possible that you get it first and then lose it.
What do you gain? What do you lose?
Boluogo lowered his eyes, thoughtfully. He vaguely saw something, the scorched earth filled with gunpowder smoke, and the countless dead soldiers.
It was like an inescapable nightmare, flashing before my eyes.
"Don't worry too much. We are immortal and have plenty of time to think about these issues."
Sere patted Boluogo's shoulder vigorously. He may have thought that Boluogo was depressed and wanted to encourage him, but this made Boluogo's thoughts disappear.
"There is another point you need to pay attention to, Boluogo."
Wei'er said at this time, although it was just a black cat, its behavior was still elegant, and the figure of the noble lady could be vaguely seen, with its tail wrapped around it, swaying slightly.
"We are debtors, inextricably linked to the devil. Unlike the devils who have been drained of their 'value', the devils see us as their tentacles, their agents in this world."
The sapphire-like pupils reflected Boluogo's face. He raised his head, his fair face without any emotion.
"That is to say, when the devil that steals your soul needs you, you will meet again."
The blue eyes froze, Boluogo's heartbeat accelerated, and the blood all over his body was screaming.
"Is that so? How could I forget this?"
Bologg murmured to himself. Jeffrey had mentioned these things to him before, but he didn't pay attention. It wasn't until Sere's narration and Weier's reminder that Bologg was shocked to realize all this.
Debt is a curse, and Bologg will meet that devil again, when it needs Bologg
When it comes to what Bologger needs to do.
"Be careful with it and don't listen to any of its words. You have already fallen into the abyss and cannot sink any deeper."
Weier gave her instructions sincerely, and Boluogo could feel its true meaning.
Boluogo nodded and responded, "I will pay attention, not to mention I think I am already on the opposite side of that devil."
As he spoke, he glanced at Jeffrey. Jeffrey had remained silent, listening to the conversation. Their eyes met briefly, and they both understood what the other meant.
Protect the human world from intrusion and maintain the order that the extraordinary world should have.
"But this feels really weird. We just drank a little wine, but have we become so familiar with each other? Or do all undead people get to know each other like this?"
Boluogo calmed down his rapid heartbeat and smiled, which diluted the serious atmosphere a lot. Under the attack of these mentally retarded Jiraishu, Boluogo was somewhat defeated, and his words became less indifferent.
He could feel that even though it was only the first time they met, these undead people were unexpectedly sincere. However, thinking of the welcome meeting just now, Boluogo felt that it seemed quite reasonable for these undead people to be so sincere.
"Night tribe, black cats, mummies, stone statues, skeletons and role-playing?"
After looking around, this club of the undead is so wonderful, it is even more absurd than a dream. Even if you tell me, no one will believe it.
"It's not that we are familiar with each other, but in the future, we are destined to become the closest brothers."
Sere said as he hugged Bologg. This guy was surprisingly strong, and Bologg actually looked a bit like a bird next to him.
"In the future?" Boluogo didn't understand.
"Think about it carefully, Boluogo, you are an immortal, an immortal who ignores time and years!"
Sere thought about the future, a bad future.
"You and Jeffrey are good friends, right? I also like Jeffrey quite a lot. I have had many friends like Jeffrey, but they all died in the end."
As he spoke, he pointed to the cabinet next to the bar, which was filled with various wine glasses. There was a nameplate underneath with his name on it.
"Only a few of their wine glasses remain as souvenirs."
Sere's voice was a bit melancholy.
"That's it, Boluogo, you still have many, many good friends now, but what about ten years from now? What about a hundred years from now? Everyone will be dead. At most, they will leave some souvenirs or something, and in the end you will be alone.
These are all established facts in the future, have you ever thought about these?"
Boluogo shook his head. He had never thought about these things. His eyes fell on Jeffrey. Now he is still a living person, but under the erosion of time, he will return to the loess sooner or later.
Birth, old age, illness and death are destined, but the undead are not bound by it, it is like a blessing or a curse.
"Sometimes I revisit old places to see the cities I once lived in. In my memory, it was a very quiet town, with green grass and fields spreading to the end of the horizon," Sere told about his past, "
But now it is full of continuous high-rise buildings, and spiderweb-like railway tracks plow through the grassy fields, leaving only desolation."
"I once talked to people about the past of that town, but they scoffed and said that I was talking crazy nonsense. In those people's memories, this town was originally like this, just like the town in my memory.
, is just a phantom of nothingness, it has died in the years, leaving only a slight echo lingering in my mind."
Sere also couldn't stop laughing. He looked at Boluogo and said in a very serious tone.
"This is what every immortal will experience. Everything will change in the end. The only thing that remains unchanged is us. In the end, it will only be us. Immortals, we embrace each other in tears!"
"Is that why we are destined to be good friends and good brothers?" Boluogo said, "Sooner or later I will come back here and join you in this carnival."
"Yes! The carnival here is eternal. The undead are sitting 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 song sounded again, swirling endlessly in his ears.
"This sounds like a bunch of poor people hugging each other for warmth," Bologo commented grimly.
"Aren't you afraid? Familiar people are dying one after another." Sere asked.
Boluogo didn't speak. Pictures continued to emerge before his eyes, just like the cast at the end of a movie, with names emerging one after another.
"not afraid."
Boluogo gave a surprising answer.
"What is there to be afraid of? Under your watch, your friends have lived a happy life, shouldn't they be satisfied with this?
Even after thousands of years, when everything is gone, you still remember everything about him. Your friends have never died, they just live in your memory."
This time, Sere was silent. He pressed his temples hard, as if he was facing an extremely difficult problem.
"Do you think of yourself as a living tombstone? Everything in the past is engraved on it," Sere said.
"Is there any problem? It's like the town in your memory. If you don't care about it anymore, then no one really remembers it."
Boluogo looked at the wine glasses in the cabinet. In the past, different people had lifted them up and drank in this bar.
It was a wonderful time, but no one remembers it except these undead.
"I have been in jail before because of some personal problems. I am actually quite calm about being in jail. I once felt that I would stay here forever, and there seemed to be nothing wrong with it."
Boluogo spoke calmly.
"But ideas are just ideas. After I stayed there for a while, the feeling was really terrible. It was pitch dark in the cell and there was nothing. I yelled at the wall, but not even a single echo came out. It was so quiet and crazy there that I
Sometimes you can even hear your own blood rushing and the sound of your bones rubbing together."
"I couldn't do anything but remember. From that time on, I realized one thing, Sere."
Boluogo walked to the cabinet. 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 lonely."
Boluogo turned his head and asked Jeffrey, "Jeffrey, what kind of wine glass do you want as a tombstone?"
"Me? Just one with a larger capacity will be fine." Jeffrey was stunned for a moment, then responded with a smile.
"I think, therefore I am?" Sere smiled disdainfully, "I have seen people like you, but in the end you will only rust and wither in the endless memories and thoughts."
"Then don't always sit in the corner reminiscing and thinking. We are the immortals, free immortals. In addition to reminiscing and getting drunk, there are many things waiting for us to do."
"This is a ridiculous and crazy world."
"That's why I resist, that's why I exist."
After the conversation ended, Boluogo continued to observe the wine glasses in the cabinet. They had different shapes, and they could see some of their owners' personalities from the side.
Some are luxuriously shaped, some are made of pure gold, some cups are extremely simple, and some are more exaggerated. If Boluogo read it correctly, it should be a disposable paper cup.
Sere fell into silence, staring at Boluogo for a long time, until at a certain moment he sighed, then laughed and patted Weier's cat head.
"Weier, this new friend is unexpectedly interesting!"
Sere's response was a cat's claw from Weier.
"It's really interesting."
Weier licked the blood on her paws, and Sere covered his hands with a twisted expression.
The blue eyes were like a mirror, imprisoning Boluogo inside, and the clear female voice said with some doubts.
"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 he's mentally ill."
Jeffrey nodded in agreement with Weier's second option.
