Endless Debt Chapter 1016 - 93: Homeless_2

He started laughing, "We have a very long lifespan, so stories should be told slowly. Otherwise, if we spill everything in one breath, what are we going to do for the next few hundred years, lie on the bar table watching each other froth at the mouth?"

Bologue gulped down the orange juice, then stood up and prepared to leave.

"Don’t worry, I won’t report my conjectures here to the Order Bureau."

Hearing Bologue’s reply, Serey sighed in relief. Over the years, Bologue was undoubtedly the most troublesome guy he had encountered, impossible to kill, and hard to persuade. If Bologue was convinced of something, Serey truly had no means to deal with him.

"Moreover..." Bologue glanced around the familiar bar once more, "I also think the Order Bureau has already guessed, guessed the nature of the Undying Club."

Serey’s expression became tense.

"Otherwise, why would they allow you lunatics to stay in this city, which already has more than enough demons and monsters."

Bologue often reminded himself to remain humble, and he indeed practiced this. When he managed to discern the anomalies of the Undying Club from fragmented clues, Bologue believed that those collective minds, gathered through the wisdom and memories of successive directors, would certainly be able to guess as well.

The group is like a supercomputer made of human brain tissue; under excessive calculations, few things can escape its eyes.

Bologue’s thoughts sank, an unresolved answer floated up from his mind.

Then has the collective predicted that he, the secret war, Xilin’s Alchemy Matrix, are all but part of the astronauts’ conspiracy?

"See you next time, Serey."

Bologue shook off his thoughts and headed towards the door. He’s acquired a new key, there’s no need to stay here anymore.

Serey waved at him but said nothing, seemingly under considerable pressure from Bologue’s suspicions.

Once Bologue finally left, Serey breathed a sigh of relief, dazed for a while, then tidied up the glasses on the table, grabbed a rag for a simple wipe-down, and then cleaned the floor with a damp mop.

Cleaning was quite stress-relieving, at least for Serey it’s like this.

When he got to the stairway, Serey stopped, puzzled at the earthy footprints on the ground. According to his memory search, the shoe size was completely inconsistent with the few residents of the Undying Club.

He raised his eyes to look up towards the stairs that stretched gloomily, the footprints gradually faded away until they disappeared completely.

Serey was puzzled for a while, swung the mop to wipe them clean. Serey wasn’t worried about any intrusion, and if there really was an intruder, he would be quite amused.

How unfortunate for them to crash in here, in just a fleeting thought, Serey had already thought of many ways to toy with the intruder.

Serey also knew that the likelihood of it being an intruder was low; more likely, a member had returned, too weary to bother greeting him, dragging a fatigued body straight back to their room for a long sleep.

He might sleep for days, or perhaps years, either way, it doesn’t matter; for the Undead, the longest of times are no different from a single second.

Serey was merely curious about who had returned.

The spatial structure of the Undying Club is quite twisted, it extends infinitely into the darkness like it has no end, appearing at the limit of all dimensions, the threshold arrives.

It was a door, indistinguishable from any other, with a copper nameplate engraved with bizarre characters, seemingly carved with lost words.

Snoring sounds emanated from inside the door; the person inside was sleeping soundly, deeply lost in dreams, contrasted by the gurgling sound of flowing blood outside the door, painful moans mingled with laughter arose.

The man inhaled deeply, drawing in the blood-saturated air wafting through the corridor, the thick scent stirred his blood to the brink of agitation, but soon he suppressed this turmoil, his inner self returned to tranquility.

Looking at the carpet beneath, it resembled a brutal slaughter; a human form twisted and crushed at harsh angles, skin torn from dragging, tendons completely severed, bones shattered into powder.

Internal organs scattered all over, blood-soaked intestines coiled around the torso like a terrifying giant snake slithering over the corpse, his head almost completely twisted off, with only scant blood, flesh, and cervical vertebrae holding it attached.

Rib cage bent and lifted, like blooming bone flowers, at the center of the flower, the heart still beat in a chilling rhythm.

By all rights, a normal person suffering such wounds would have died a thousand times over, yet this twisted body still possessed formidable life force.

Tissues slowly reconnected, the riddled body tried to rise, amid the strange rustling sounds, the man took a step forward, without applying deliberate force, simply stepping lightly upon him.

At the moment of contact, a power of brutal slaughter spread, the flesh in contact burst into blood mist, and this destruction like contagion rapidly spread to the other limbs and tissues.

In the blink of an eye, the crushed flesh soaked through the twisted body completely, yet in a sound that seemed like laughter amid moans, the body still did not die, conversely, it trembled violently, blood gushed as if inexhaustible, like a spring of fresh blood, the surging blood gradually soaked through the ground, flooded over the man’s feet, forming a shallow pool.