Opening his eyes, a new day began. Boluogo stood up slowly and rubbed his temples vigorously, trying to relieve the fatigue in his mind.
He has a strict biological clock and sleeps very little, but this does not mean that Boluogo does not need to rest. It was already very late when he got home last night, and he woke up again within a few hours of sleeping, plus the previous After the battle with the Sublime Ones in the middle of the night, Bologo felt exhausted all over his body.
"ah"
Boluogo took a deep breath and looked out the window at the early morning. His eyes were a little dull, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
After getting up and getting dressed, Bologo sat on the sofa, turned on the radio and waited.
"Hello listeners! I am Dudel, your loyal friend who broadcasts twice a day, welcome to this column!"
A familiar voice sounded, and this radio program seemed to have become a part of Bologo's daily life.
As the song sounded, Boluogo closed his eyes and thought.
He was a little hungry now. It was not physical hunger, but spiritual hunger. The evil disease called mania was about to start.
Since the implantation ceremony, Boluogo has been in a state of hunger, and from time to time he will feel a sense of discomfort coming from the internal organs. This long-lost feeling makes people very uneasy and nostalgic.
On the one hand, it is the pain caused by mania, and every time this hunger arises, it is like reminding Bologo in another way that he is a debtor, a poor man who sold his soul.
Taking a deep breath and trying to calm down the anxiety and hunger, Boluogo was glad that he did not sell his entire soul and become a demon.
Although his soul is incomplete, it will not be completely dominated by mania. Just like a human who is about to turn into a beast, Bologo can still maintain his sanity.
Bologo had thought about it before. Since soul fragments can be transformed into ether, can ether be transformed into soul fragments? Or even, whether ether can be transformed into a complete soul.
Looking at the few books on the low table, Bologg borrowed them from the Order Bureau library. They were the books that Jeffrey had mentioned to himself before, Ether Theory and Animology.
Boluogo has a strong thirst for knowledge. In order to solve these mysteries, he will read these two books whenever he has time.
The content in the book was obscure and difficult to understand. Fortunately, Bologg was not a person who gave up easily. After reading for a period of time, Bologg barely understood a small part of the content, and then he discovered the problem.
After the demons devour the souls, the souls only control the mania for a short time. Soon these souls will disappear, causing the mania to break out again.
But there is something abnormal about Boluo Ge's mania. The soul fragments he hoards are ownerless and "golden souls" that can be bound. It stands to reason that these soul fragments will not disappear on their own, but Boluo Ge After the implantation ceremony, Luo Ge could feel a gradually increasing hunger.
He didn't notice it before because he had enough soul fragments and he was killing the demon day and night. This kind of consumption could not attract its attention at all. But now that he started again, these feelings became more and more obvious.
Soul fragments cannot disappear, but they are still being consumed.
Boluogo suspected that it was due to his own mania. Is his condition really considered "mania"?
The soul fragments bear the effects of mania on his behalf. Whenever Hollow becomes restless, the soul fragments will be consumed to calm the restlessness.
The more he understood his various anomalies, the lower Boluogo's mood became. He realized that if the soul fragments were used as consumables to soothe the empty restlessness, then he could not use this method to complete himself.
soul.
The soul fragments in his body are constantly being consumed. No matter how many soul fragments Bologo plunders, they will eventually be consumed by the restless hollow.
After arranging himself, Bologg stared at himself in the mirror. This sounds a little bad, but Bologg is indeed moving towards the truth. As an undead, he has a long time to find out all this.
Walking to the door, Boluogo hesitated for a few seconds, looking a little tangled. Fortunately, he was not an indecisive person. He quickly made a decision, picked up the key chain, and inserted an ancient key into the door.
in the lock cylinder.
When Bologger walked out of the door through the "Key to the Winding Path", he almost knelt down, his stomach rumbling, causing waves of nausea, as if his internal organs had been twisted and changed positions.
.
This is what happens if you use the "Key of the Winding Path" many times in a short period of time, and the symptoms will become more intense as the number of times increases. Fortunately, Boluogo is an immortal, so he doesn't worry about any fatal symptoms, so he can be unscrupulous.
to use.
"Where is this?"
It was pitch dark all around. Burrow still remembered what Geoffrey said before. There seemed to be something wrong with this damn place. Every time he came here, the door he opened was different. Last time he came out of the wine cellar. Burrow
Ge didn't know where he was this time.
The smell of alcohol and perfume came to him, and there was also a faint sound of snoring. Boluogo suddenly felt a little uneasy. He groped around and found a switch on the wall. When he pressed the switch, the dark world suddenly disappeared.
It became brighter.
The place Bologo was in was a bedroom. He didn't expect that the door would be opened in such a place this time. He didn't know if Bologg would come out of the toilet next time he opened the door.
Immediately afterwards, Boluogo felt a strong sense of luxury rushing towards him. As the lights turned on, he could see everything in the room clearly. There was a crystal chandelier above his head, the walls were covered with paintings by famous artists, and the furniture was all
The strange thing about the logs is that this bedroom has no windows.
Wine bottles and clothes were scattered on the ground, most of which were women's clothes, and a few high heels were scattered randomly aside.
Boluogo moved his eyes to the big bed, which was big enough for several people to sleep. A familiar face sleepily climbed up from the arms of the women.
"Who?"
Sere looked at Boluogo in a daze. The alcohol had lowered this guy's already low IQ. He and Boluogo looked at each other like this for a minute before he realized what he was doing and stood beside him.
Who is the person in front of you?
Then
"ah!"
Sere screamed, pulled the quilt, and covered his chest.
"Although they are good brothers, there are still some things that are not allowed between good brothers!"
The former Lord of the Night Tribe and current leader of the Undead Club, the mysterious and powerful undead, Serevelelis, is now called like a little girl who was molested by Bologo.
Boluogo picked up the wine bottle on the ground and threw it at Sere. After a scream, Borogo picked up another wine bottle and walked to Sere's bed.
He looked at Sere intently.
"Are you sober now?"
"Wake up, wake up."
Serei nodded quickly and looked at the women on the bed out of the corner of his eyes. This guy showed a rare expression of embarrassment and continued.
"Three minutes, give me three minutes."
Three minutes later, Boluogo was sitting on a high chair, and behind the bar was Sere, who was bartending in pajamas.
"Is this also a 'virtual realm'?"
After a brief silence, Bologg suddenly asked. After coming out of Sere's bedroom, Bologg was greeted by a long spiral staircase. The long ladder was like the trunk of a tree, extending to different floors.
and promenade.
This place is much larger than it looks from the outside, just like a "kenshi".
"It's almost the same. In the 'virtual realm', it's easier to move."
Sere affirmed this casually.
This is the Undead Club, a place where a group of undead people enjoy themselves. The history here is older than many famous buildings in modern times. It is normal to hide some secrets and strange things. If it is said that this place is just for business, it will cause a stir.
Bologna's doubts.
"Are you always like this?" Boluogo said in a complicated tone.
"Everyone likes me very much, and I also like everyone very much." Se Lei beamed.
""
Bologo was too lazy to comment on Sere's private life. It would not be surprising for these idle undead to do anything.
"Are you lying to them and then sucking their blood?" Bologo asked.
"No, I haven't sucked human blood for a long time."
When talking about this, Sere unexpectedly became serious. He never joked about this kind of issue.
"Then how do you curb your thirst?" Bologg asked again, "Are you sucking the blood of some rabbit?"
"Thirst syndrome is different from mania, although they are very similar. Usually I will prepare some medicine for myself, the main ingredient is 'Mang Yin's soul', plus some blood and so on."
Sere said as he mixed the wine. He didn't know what he added to it. A glass of bright red wine appeared in front of him, with silver light spots rolling inside.
"One of the great benefits of the immortal is that we have enough time to learn anything we want to learn from anyone."
"Are you still an alchemist?"
"Not really, I just know a little bit about it. Over the years, I have been relying on this kind of thing to curb blood thirst. Although the 'Mang Yin Soul' is not as good as the 'Golden Soul', it is enough to ease the pain.
."
Serei drank all the wine in the glass, and a rare trace of blood appeared on his fair cheeks.
"Is this why you came here today to ask about this kind of thing?"
""
Boluogo was silent, doubting in his heart.
Whether it is curbing blood thirst or soothing dysphagia, these all have one thing in common, that is, the ingestion of the soul, but the way to achieve it is slightly different, but this is only to postpone the pain later, not
Solve it completely.
"It's like a strange incentive mechanism, urging people to get souls, more souls, otherwise they will face inner torture."
Bologo said.
He still remembered the characteristics of the "golden soul". The human soul can only be bound by a blood contract. If the devil swallows it, it will only be bound for a short time. Sooner or later, it will completely disappear.
"But those souls that were eaten, did they really disappear? Or..."
Bologna did not continue.
"Who knows? This world is very big, and there are many doubts, such as those devils," Sere said in surprise. "Fortunately, we are the undead, and we might have a chance to see the truth emerge.
That day on the water.”
Sere lowered his body, his scarlet eyes showing an evil spirit.
"People who are favored by the devil are usually different, even if they suffer from mania."