In order to gain a foothold in the material world, the devils who were rejected by the material world tried their best to open up a small area in the material world that could accommodate themselves. This area may overlap with the etheric world, and thus accommodate their power, becoming

to their realm in the mortal world.

Boluogo has already seen several devil's lands, the strange and ever-changing mist-shrouded fork in the road, the Happy Garden on the eternal line and railway tracks, and the House of the Rising Sun that is located deep in the chamber and accommodates many souls.

These countries all have several similar characteristics. They can perfectly integrate into the mortal world. At first glance, it is difficult to find anything unusual, but under this perfect disguise, they each have their own uniqueness.

the rule of.

In the Wandering Road, you can use mammon coins to make wishes for your soul. In the Happy Garden, you gain strength based on the victory or defeat of the game. In the House of the Rising Sun, it is even simpler, as long as you share your sight with Belphegor.

What about the Immortal Club?

From Sere's story about how he became a bartender, Bologo noticed a deep uneasiness and weirdness, and then he began to think, maybe this is the rule of the Undead Club?

Anyone seeking asylum must contribute to the Undead Club.

Sere's relaxed expression became tense, and all the muscles in his body were tense. His breathing quickened for a moment, then calmed down, and his whole body relaxed again.

"Bologo, I just got up, don't say these heart-pounding words, okay?"

"You've realized it a long time ago, right?"

"I can only say that I barely guessed it, but I have no evidence," Sere stretched his waist, "Why are you thinking so much? The peace here is hard-won, why bother breaking it."

"Besides, so what if it's the land of the devil? I think this devil is pretty good. After living here for so long, he has never shown his face once. He is like a kind landlord who never disturbs the lives of his tenants.

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Seeing that Boluogo still looked serious, Sere continued, "There is no absolute evil and absolute justice. You should know this."

"Like, can you imagine that I was once a night clan lord who did all kinds of evil?"

"It's really hard to think about, but the devil is different."

"No, no, no, Boluogo, I don't mean that there are good devils among devils. What I mean is that sometimes our interests may overlap with those of the devil to a certain extent."

Sere knew what Boluogo was going to say and quickly interrupted.

"Are you sure that you have some overlap with him?" Boluogo said, looking up at the Undead Club.

"At least that's been the case for hundreds of years," Sere said. "Just based on the appearance, would you associate this place with the devil's land?"

Boluogo was silent for a moment, "No... this place is more like an unscrupulous bar that is deliberately luxuriously decorated, and then makes a profit and runs away."

"This bar is older than you!"

Sere took a deep breath and his expression became melancholy.

"What we have discussed is just speculation. There is no direct evidence to prove it. Do you understand?"

Boluogo nodded. Not only did they have no evidence, they couldn't even find the shadow of the devil.

"I think if there really is a so-called master here, I can understand his mood to some extent." Sere said something else.

"Understand what? Is it fun to own a hamster?"

"No, it's loneliness."

Sere looked at Boluogo with envy, "You are still young, but we are different. We have lived too long. Loneliness surrounds us. The long life span has also brought endless disputes. We are all tired and longing.

A peaceful place to call home.”

"I think the owner of this place also thinks so, so he created such a peaceful place and gathered us undead people to huddle together and keep warm.

The price we paid was also very cheap, we just helped him maintain the operation of the club."

Boluogo stared at Sere and said, "Are you trying to persuade me not to bring disputes to the Undead Club?"

"Yes, I hope that the Undead Club can continue to be peaceful like this." Sere knew that his little thoughts could not be hidden from Boluog. "I think the devil thinks the same way. You know, our group of undead may lag behind."

It has changed with the times, but it still has a certain power, just like a sharp sword that is covered with rust but can still kill people.

But instead of letting us go to war, he hunkered down in this place, drinking and having fun all day long, or falling asleep."

"How merciful..." said Borogo.

"Yes, benevolent, even I want to fight for him," Sere further explained, "fight for this peaceful club."

Sere's momentum could not be strong for long, and then he weakened again, as if he had given up, with a hint of pleading in his voice.

"This place is not perfect, but it is the only place in the world that can accommodate me. I love this place and this is my home."

Sere murmured, "Without this, I don't even know where I would go."

So Sere will defend this place, whether he's the bartender or not.

"It's quite surprising," said Burlogo.

"What's wrong?"

"I just find it interesting," Bologo said. "You once had a huge empire but didn't appreciate it. Now you have to give everything for this club."

Serei didn't respond. After a while, he said slowly, "You will know later."

He then laughed and said, "We have a very long lifespan. We have to tell the story slowly, otherwise it will be finished in one breath. What are we going to do in the next few hundred years, lying on the wine table and watching each other foam at the mouth?"

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Boluogo drank the orange juice in one gulp, then stood up and prepared to leave.

"Don't worry, I will not report the speculation here to the Order Bureau."

Hearing Boluogo's response, Sere breathed a sigh of relief. Over the years, Boluogo was undoubtedly the most difficult guy he had encountered. He couldn't kill him, and he couldn't explain it. If Boluogo believed the truth,

Sere really couldn't do anything against him.

"And..." Bologg looked around the familiar bar again, "And I think the Bureau of Order has already guessed the nature of the Undead Club."

Serei's expression became tense.

"Otherwise, why would they leave you crazy people in this city? This city already has enough monsters and monsters."

Bologg often warned himself to stay humble, and he did so. When he was able to detect the anomaly of the Undead Club from the fragmented clues, Bologg believed that the wisdom and memories of all previous directors had been gathered together.

Anyone can definitely guess this.

The public is like a supercomputer composed of human brain tissue. Under excessive calculations, few things can be hidden from its eyes.

Boluogo's mind sank, and an unsolved answer emerged from his mind.

So have everyone figured out that they, the secret war, and Xilin's alchemical matrix are all just part of the astronauts' conspiracy?

"See you next time, Sere."

Boluogo put aside his thoughts and walked towards the door. He had already obtained the new key and there was no need to stay here.

Sere waved his hand at him, but said nothing. It seemed that Boluogo's suspicion put a lot of pressure on him.

Seeing that Boluogo finally left, Sere breathed a sigh of relief. After being dazed for a while, he put away the cups on the wine table, picked up the rag and wiped it briefly, then used a mop dipped in water to clean the floor.

Sweeping away is quite a relief, at least for Sere.

When he reached the stairs, Sere stopped and looked at Obito's footprints on the ground with a puzzled expression. According to his memory retrieval, the size of this foot was completely inconsistent with the size of several people resident in the Undead Club.

He raised his gaze and looked at the dimly extending steps. The footprints gradually became shallower until there were no traces left.

Sere was confused for a while, then threw up the mop and wiped them clean. Sere was not worried about intruders. If there was an intruder, he would be very happy.

How unlucky that guy must be to have invaded here. In just one thought, Sere thought of many ways to play tricks on the other party.

Sere also knew that it was unlikely that it was an intruder. It was more likely that a certain member had returned. He was too lazy to say hello to him, dragged his tired body, and went directly back to his room to fall asleep.

He may sleep for a few days, or for a few years, it doesn't matter, no matter how long the time is, to the undead, it is no different than a second.

Sere was just curious as to who was back.

The spatial structure of the Undead Club is very twisted. It seems to have no end, extending infinitely towards the darkness. When all the scales are stretched to the limit, the end of the porch appears.

It was a door that was no different from any other door. The copper door number was engraved with strange inscriptions, as if it were carved with lost characters.

There were bursts of snoring from inside the door. The man was sleeping soundly and deep in his dream. Correspondingly, there was the sound of gurgling blood outside the door. Painful moans were accompanied by breathing, mixed with a little smile.

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The man took a deep breath and swallowed all the blood that filled the corridor into his lungs. The fishy smell made his blood agitated, but he soon suppressed the agitation and his heart became calm again.

Looking at the carpet under his feet, it looked like a brutal massacre. A human body was twisted like a twist at a large angle. The skin was torn under the pull, the tendons were completely broken, and the bones were shattered into powder.

The internal organs were scattered on the ground, and the bloody intestines were wrapped around the torso, like a terrifying python crawling on the corpse. His head was almost completely twisted off, leaving only a little bit of flesh and blood attached to the cervical vertebrae.

The rib cages are bent and lifted one after another, like a blooming bone flower. In the center of the flower core is a heart that is still beating strangely.

It stands to reason that an ordinary person would have died thousands of times after suffering such an injury, but this twisted human body still has full vitality.

The flesh and blood slowly bonded together, and the body riddled with holes tried to get up. Amidst the strange rustling sounds, the man took a step forward, without deliberately exerting any force, just stepping lightly on the ground.

on the other party's body.

At the moment of contact, the power of brutal slaughter spread, and the flesh and blood it touched exploded into blood spray, and this destruction quickly spread to other limbs and flesh like a germ.

In the blink of an eye, the crushed flesh and blood completely soaked into the twisted body, but after moans that sounded like laughter, the body was not dead. On the contrary, the body was shaking violently, and the blood seemed to flow endlessly.

, gushes out from it like a spring of blood, and the erupted blood gradually soaks the ground, covering the man's feet, forming a shallow puddle.
To be continued...