Looking back now, Boluogo's work in the first year was extremely bad. The rising anger almost caused Boluogo to burn himself to ashes... They failed to burn Boluogo to ashes, but they became a ghost that haunted him.
There is a burning rage in Boluogo that never goes out.
That was a past that Boluogo didn't want to look back on. The hunt for the human beings extended from the first year to the second year. It was also in this second year that Boluogo became a Sublime One and completed his quest.
revenge.
"We still haven't figured out why Xuanren collects so many philosopher's stones."
Boluogo recalled that there were not many people who could be killed by him and still remain in his memory. "Now another evil spirit has appeared. I don't think he is my imitator. On the contrary..."
"On the contrary, you think he is killing demons and collecting souls like a human being?"
Palmer put down his guitar and looked at Burlogo as if he were a fool, "The devil has no soul, Burlogo."
"Yes, the devil has no soul..."
Of course, Boluogo knew that demons had no souls, but he had a premonition that the other evil spirit must be doing something similar, something that made Boluogo feel uneasy.
"Okay, that's partly my fault, but I still think it's important."
Boluogo continued, "Vika must know something. Maybe he has some kind of deal with the other party. You also know that tyrants never refuse deals."
"What are they plotting?"
Borrowgo was troubled and drummed his fingers on the table repeatedly.
In the midst of his sorrow, Boluogo was actually a little excited. This was the first time he encountered such an unsolvable incident since he gained power and took charge of the district. He began to feel something like a detective, and as the mystery gradually unraveled.
, and his mood also became ecstatic.
"Compared to these..."
Palmer glanced at the frost-covered window, "Would you like to join us later? Club of the Immortal."
Boluogo nodded. This time he did not refuse Palmer. After today, the third month is over. He successfully carried out deep harvesting of three important areas of the Great Rift. It is time to give himself a holiday.
.
"Speaking of which, this year is coming to an end soon."
Burlogo sighed, "I'm about to enter my third year of work."
"Congratulations! You've been working for this damn company for three years and you're not dead yet," Palmer said with a very artificial expression, "Oh, you won't die. That's great.
They'll use you until the end of the world."
Boluogo laughed a few times in agreement, put all his manual notes back in the drawer, and stood up.
"It's you, you've been lucky enough to spend a year. Is there anything you want to say?"
"I hope to advance my retirement years by a few years."
Burlogo really laughed this time. As long as such a topic was involved, Palmer's wishes must be these. He could guess it without him having to say it.
According to Palmer, he felt an insurmountable sense of despair every time he thought about how long he would have to work at this job. This feeling of despair was even greater when he realized that even if he retired, he would still have to take over Vonn's job.
It became more intense.
"To be honest, I look like a motorcycle traveler."
After being drunk one time, Palmer said to Bologo while vomiting, "Pack your luggage, get on your motorcycle, set off from the wind source highlands, advance along the Rhine River, cross the central plains, and then cross the canyons..."
Burlogo did not hear the end of Palmer's journey, because he fell into his own vomit in the middle of the sentence and fell into a drowsy sleep.
The sky outside the window was getting dark, and everyone in the Undead Club must have just woken up at this time. Bologger put on his coat, took out the Key of the Winding Path, and played with it in his hand.
There was a jingling sound in Palmer's bedroom, and Bologna waited patiently.
"You should be more funny and romantic."
The familiar voice of advice rang in his ears. Since then, Bologo has listened to Irwin's advice and worked hard to change himself.
The most obvious feature is that while hunting demons, Boluogo will communicate with demons more frequently and tell some cold jokes.
Bologg is like a stand-up comedian, and the demons are his audience. In Bologg's opinion, if he can make the devils laugh with jokes in that terrifying and dangerous situation, then he must be very interesting - in various senses
All above.
But most of the time, the demons couldn't laugh, and some of them yelled and cursed. They felt that Boluogo was humiliating them, and wanted to climb on the stage and punch and kick the actors.
They are all dead.
Sometimes Boluogo thinks that if he meets someone who can laugh out loud, it would be nice to let him go. Unfortunately, facing Boluogo's sword, no one can laugh. He will only think that he is a brain.
A madman with a problem.
Boluogo was not aware of this problem, and he began to think that if one day he could tell a joke that made the devil laugh, then he would be considered funny.
In addition, Bologo also became accustomed to some social activities, such as gatherings at the Undead Club.
Palmer put on his clothes, and after Borrowgo made sure that the water and electricity were turned off, he opened a curtain of darkness. After a brief fainting sensation, the familiar aroma of wine rushed into his nose.
The two of them arrived a little early, and apart from them, there was only the familiar and charming bartender in the bar.
"You came so early."
When Seeley saw the two people arriving, he skillfully provided them with different drinks. Palmer liked fine wine, but due to financial constraints, he could only drink cheap drinks, so as long as he had a slightly higher-end drink, he could be satisfied.
As for Bologna, it's even simpler.
Boluogo seems to like sweet drinks such as juice. He only needs orange juice, chilled at most, regardless of the season.
Sitting in front of the bar, Boluogo raised his head and glanced at Sere. The bronze color of his skin was no longer there. It was not because of time, but because after he took a shower, the water washed away the paint.
Bologo couldn't figure out what was wrong with Sere. His explanation for this was, "It's rare to take a vacation. I want to have a sense of health that has been sunburned...although I can't bask in the sun."
There is no need to try to understand what the Night Clan lord is thinking.
A few months ago, after reality shattered, Bologo and Sere had a brief unpleasantness. After leaving the intact Daisy Castle, he saw Sere holding a parasol in the defense line built by the Field Service Department.
Sere came for Irwin, but it was a pity that he came late.
Sere didn't see the sadness on Bolog's face, but thought it was fatigue after the battle. He came closer and asked endless bad questions.
What happens next is very simple.
Boluogo was already grieving, not to mention that he had discovered the mystery of the Night Clan in Fengyuan Highlands earlier. He angrily broke Sere's parasol, and then Sere turned into a ball of fire, with a terrifying
Running wildly in the wilderness at high speed.
Thanks to the noble blood of Sere, he is very resistant to burning. Later, it was discovered that the fire seemed scary, but it was just a skin injury, not to mention that the recovery power of the Night Clan was very strong.
"With their highly pure blood, the Night Clan can carry out certain actions under the burning sun."
Boluogo received such information that even the blazing sunlight could not kill the Night Clan in a targeted manner.
What follows is a conversation in the Undead Club.
Sere, as always, put on his smiling face and apologized to Borogo. Borogo asked him forcefully about the Dawn War and the name that Sere had crossed out.
Boluogo still clearly remembers the change in Sere's expression at that time. The mean smile disappeared in an instant, and coldness and seriousness appeared on his face. Perhaps he was too deeply impressed by Sere's irregularity.
When his expression appeared, Boluogo always felt that it didn't match him.
That's the expression a Night Clan lord should have.
"We all have our own boundaries, don't we? Bologg."
Boluogo did not continue to ask, and there was no need to ask, since he would get nothing anyway.
Everything was as if nothing had happened, and the joy in the Undead Club was still there, just like the never-ending music and the ever-rising aroma of wine.
Everything is so beautiful, like a dream conceived in a bubble.
Sere likes to be immersed in such sweet dreams, but Boluogo knows that sooner or later, bubbles will burst one day, and so will dreams.