A hazy light shines from behind the curtains, slightly illuminating the dark room and mapping each object into the outline of a lake.

Morning, another morning.

Boluogo opened his eyes and sat up from the bed. After his eyes were dull for a few seconds, he stretched hard, got out of bed, and opened the door.

There was silence in the living room. Bologg stood in the tranquility and felt a little uncomfortable for a moment. Normally at this time, he could hear Palmer's snoring, but the snoring had disappeared in the past few days.

Looking up at the calendar, Boluogo murmured, "Has it started yet?"

As a debtor with a broken soul, Palmer's promotion ceremony will become very difficult and dangerous. Coupled with his unlucky gift, in order to ensure Palmer's survival to the greatest extent, in the days approaching the promotion ceremony, he will ascend

Furnace Core specially launched targeted training for Palmer.

Until the end of the promotion ceremony, Palmer had to stay in the sublimation furnace core, so only Bologo was left in the family.

Accustomed to the usual noisiness, Boluogo was a little uncomfortable with this peace for a while.

After spending a few minutes making a simple breakfast, Boluogo spent a few more minutes eating them all, then washing and tidying up, getting dressed...

Bologg has experienced this kind of day many times. He is as skilled as an experienced craftsman. Before taking out the key to the winding path, Bologg also looked at the time.

Not bad at all.

Boluogo was always like this, efficient and precise, just like a machine, but this machine realized that it needed some optimization at this time.

"Should I get a driver's license?"

Bologo looked at the Key to the Winding Path in his hand and muttered to himself.

Palmer is not Burlogo's pendant. He can't follow Burlogo all the time. Whenever Palmer is away, it means there is no one to drive. Burlogo doesn't have a driver's license, so he can only drive through the Immortal Club. Although

He said that this would not delay for long, but if it happened many times, Boluogo would inevitably have some thoughts.

After arranging the driving license test into the schedule in his mind, Boluogo inserted the key of the winding path, opened the darkness, and strode into it.

Just like every day at work, after his vision became brighter, Boluogo came to the Undead Club and saw the familiar bar and wine tables. Sere, who was rare, did not have a hangover, but stood soberly behind the bar.

Thinking of his previous argument with Sere, Bologe was just about to say hello to Sere and ease the relationship, when Bologe froze on the spot.

In the Immortal Club, the noisy and noisy conversations also stopped.

"Young, good morning, Boluogo."

Sere, who was behind the bar, noticed Boluogo. After a brief moment of confusion, he put on a joking look on his face, raised his glass and said hello to Boluogo.

Boluogo did not immediately respond to Sere's greetings. The muscles in his body tensed and he looked around.

Look at the shadowy figures.

Normally there are not many people in the Undead Club, and at most there are no more than ten people, but at this moment, the place is crowded, and countless breathing sounds overlap together, like a hurricane brewing.

A creepy atmosphere filled the bar, and under the dim lights, terrifying and mysterious demons and ghosts gathered together. They had different shapes, some were beasts full of fangs, some were hawks with wings, and some were

There are demonic snakes covered in scales... The demonic appearance is completely different from that of humans, as if they were creatures that walked out of a nightmare.

Their strange clothes also added to the grotesque atmosphere. Some wore a dark cloak with loose hair covering most of their faces, only revealing a pair of ferocious eyes, while others wore tight black leather clothes.

There are evil metal patterns shining, and some are wearing ancient armor, as if they have traveled through the dust of history.

All eyes fell on Boluogo, and Sere introduced him in time.

"Everyone, this is Borogo Lazarus, and he is also a new member of the Undead Club. I think this should be the first time you have met."

Sere's words relaxed the tense atmosphere a lot. Countless eyes moved away from Boluogo. The monsters started talking fiercely again, and no one paid attention to the young undead.

Boluogo stood stiffly. He had no fear, but was confused by the sudden change in the Undead Club. He tried to listen to what they were talking about. Their voices were low and hoarse, like the cold wind blowing through the cemetery.

Gloomy murmurs, when these monsters argued loudly, it was like a grand dark symphony was playing inside the bar.

Weird words echoed in his ears. After listening carefully, Boluogo found that he could not understand what these monsters were talking about. Some monsters had strange accents and distorted tones, like broken radios, and some

The language used by the monster was one that Boluogo had never heard before.

There are few words that can be understood by Boluogo, and the words are full of weirdness and terror, which makes people feel heartbroken.

If he hadn't seen Sere and confirmed that he was not in the wrong place, Boluogo would have suspected that he had entered an unknown forbidden area.

Walking to the bar, Boluogo squeezed out a seat among the tall figures one after another and whispered to Sere.

"What happened? Who are these people?"

Sere straightened his tie and said while wiping the cup, "This is the Undead Club. As you can see, these are all undead."

After saying that, a tall figure next to Boluoge snorted twice. He turned his head, his green eyes flashing under his face covered with carrion and moss. He stretched out his wet hand, and Boluogo felt a little uncomfortable.

He didn't react, but still instinctively stretched out his hand.

The moss monster held Boluogo's hand, shook it hard twice, and made a strange sound from his mouth.

"He said, it's nice to meet you, Mr. Lazarus," Serei translated at the side. "Usually everyone is very enthusiastic. When I meet you, a new member, I will definitely open a party for you. But there is something going on today. Everyone

The reaction may be lukewarm, don’t worry about it.”

After finishing the translation, Sere bent down and explained in a low voice next to Bologor's ear, "We all call him the moss monster. He should come from some barbaric primitive tribe. His language is not recorded at all. I have known him for a long time."

I can barely understand what he said."

After Boluogo understood the situation, he looked at the moss monster next to him. He showed another slightly awkward polite smile, took the orange juice from Sere, and gently clinked the glasses with the moss monster. The two of them just settled.

acknoledged.

"Members? Didn't I remember that they have been sleeping forever?"

Boluogo picked up a tissue and wiped his wet hands, "Why are they all out today? Is there some kind of holiday?"

Something went wrong. Bologo's expert alarm kept shouting in his mind. In an instant, there were so many undead in Oath City Opos. Once they got out of control, it would be a real disaster.

When mentioning the reason for the members' collective awakening, Sere fell silent. He didn't know if he wanted to hide it or because he didn't know where to start.

Seeing his hesitation, Bologo immediately asked, "Where is Sai Zong? I want to see Sai Zong!"

Sere may not know the nature of the Undead Club, but Bologo is different. He knows that Sai Zong is the boss here, and he also knows that there is a sleeping devil hidden at the end of the stairwell.

"Saizong?"

Hearing Sai Zong's name, Sere's eyes changed. Not only Sere, but also the moss monster next to Boluogo looked at Boluogo with an abnormal expression. Even all the undead in the bar stopped talking and started talking.

Look at the young member Boluogo.

Boluogo did not collapse under the pressure of the gaze, but instead turned gloomy. In terms of aura, he was actually a bit more sinister than the hordes of undead.

After being in the Undead Club for so long, this was the first time that Boluogo encountered such a strange situation. He didn't want to waste time and walked directly towards the stairwell. Just when Boluogo was about to step on the stairs, a black

The cat stopped in front of Boluogo.

"Weier?" said Boluogo.

"Bologo."

Weier responded, licked her paws, walked around Boluogo's legs a few times, and rubbed him with her furry tail.

"What happened?" Bologg asked again.

Weier sighed helplessly. She jumped onto the wine table, and Bologg followed. The other undead people also gave up their seats, and Bologg sat in the middle.

"We were woken up."

In the silence, an undead man spoke first.

"It stands to reason that with the power of the Immortal Club, no one can interfere here, and we are also very powerful... But the fact is that, a burst of ridicule sounded, and we were woken up one after another by the ridicule, making it difficult to sleep.

"Another undead person spoke.

"Then we felt a...subtle force."

This time it was Bode who spoke. The huge skeleton was sitting not far from Boluogo. And this time Bode no longer held the familiar mop in his hand, but a rusty spear. Since

After the incident, the weapon never left his side.

"It was like being dominated by someone, a sense of mission that suddenly came over me," Bode tried to describe his feelings at the time, "a kind of uncontrollable rage."

"The desire to fight."

Sere's voice sounded, and he pushed aside the undead and revealed his figure.

"Remember what I said? Bologger."

Sere shook the apron on his body, "I don't know when, I became the bartender of the Undead Club. This change is silent."

He said and looked at all the undead in the undead club.

"Similarly, the asylum of the Undead Club is not free. We all have to perform certain functions here. It's just that in the past, it never needed us. But at that moment, an extremely fanatical feeling emerged in my heart.

The desire to fight, to fight for the Immortal Club..."

Sere was silent for a while after speaking, and laughed at himself, "How is this possible? Even the Eternal Night Empire has never made me feel such a life-saving mood."

No one laughed at Sere. Everyone nodded silently, indicating that they had the same emotional reaction as Sere. Under the influence of that fanaticism, everyone walked out of the room to destroy the powerful enemy.

"What happened after that? Did a fight break out?"

Boluogo doesn't think so. Even though the alchemy matrix of this group of undead is several generations behind, their rank is fixed and the amount of ether they hold will not change. Once the power of the mountain roar and tsunami breaks out,

It is enough to cause a terrible disaster, and the Order Bureau that is close to this will not just sit idly by.
To be continued...