Endless Debt-Chapter 886 - 30: The Color of Underwear_3

Logically, with Bologue’s immortal power, he should start healing on his own, but at Bologue’s wound, there was a cluster of Ether that was hard to drive away, clinging to it like poison, preventing Bologue’s self-repair.

Bologue guessed this was the power of the Void Realm, not to be underestimated by the Undying Club, as his own Ether slowly countered this Ether, his body was slowly healing.

During the waiting time for healing, Bologue was forced to sit at the bar, engaging in a dull conversation with Serey.

"Where did we last leave off?"

Serey muttered to himself, the situation was indeed awkward, even as an expert at lifting the atmosphere, Serey didn’t know what to do.

Wei’Er always liked to do this, occasionally bringing up Serey’s worst memories, which he resisted. He thought it was another confrontational conversation, but Bologue’s accident interrupted everything.

Serey hoped Wei’Er wouldn’t bring these things up again.

Wei’Er ignored Serey and carefully scrutinized Bologue, who was now a bit irritated, much like being hit by a car just after leaving the hospital. Even someone as emotionally stable as Bologue felt a bit angry.

"How are things between you and Aimou?"

Wei’Er’s sudden question threw Serey and Bologue off.

Bologue was a bit dazed, "Wh... what?"

"Haha, Bologue, it’s quite interesting," Wei’Er sat down obediently, tail wrapped around her, "You’re a very rare type too."

Bologue’s body involuntarily shook, he and Serey felt the same, strange sense of scrutiny.

Wei’Er was like a fervent Collector, with Bologue and Serey both considered rare treasures.

Bologue was baffled by the situation, he just wanted his legs to heal quickly and leave. For the first time, he was uneasy within the Undying Club.

He guessed that before he arrived, Wei’Er must have been talking with Serey, who seemed to be at a disadvantage, evident from his face, and now Wei’Er was targeting him. Bologue only felt unlucky.

"Bologue, do you need some... advice or something?"

Wei’Er volunteered, "Care to chat with us? We two are quite the seasoned love experts, with centuries of experience, and skilled with both genders."

Bologue never doubted their century-based work experience. Wei’Er, due to her form limitations, could only stay honestly within the Undying Club, but looking at Serey, his female companions updated weekly, Bologue had never seen a woman who could capture Serey’s heart.

Their emotional history could completely be turned into a book, perhaps filling in humanity’s significant gaps in relationships between genders, passed down as an academic book.

Bologue needed no advice from the two, in any sense.

Wei’Er let out a series of purrs, the night Bologue and Aimou tested the waters, this stealthy black cat had already spied on everything.

"No... no, thanks," Bologue shook his head, he knew well what kind of characters these two were, "Your advice might not suit me."

"Hmm, indeed, after all, this guy and I, in a sense, are both scumbags."

Wei’Er’s tail swept over Serey’s nose, Serey scratched it, "Don’t include me, okay? I’m very loyal to marriage."

"The women you swore loyalty to are quite numerous, yes? Get them out of their graves, and they’ll form a reinforced company."

"Not that many, right?"

"Count all the women related to you."

Serey’s expression froze, he maintained silence, having a fellow undead friend was not great, because they would remember all your foolish deeds over the centuries.

Wei’Er was blunt, "Still want to argue?"

Serey fell silent, he knew he was in the wrong, unable to argue with Wei’Er.

Bologue remained indifferent to the two’s conversation, long ago he understood, those residing in the Undying Club were first-class bastards and scum. It’s hard to judge them by good or evil, especially Serey.

"What do you guys want, exactly?"

Bologue grew cautious, their sudden concern was really unexpected, more so that they were focusing on Bologue’s emotional issues.

This feeling was so bad, Bologue found it hard to describe this emotion. If he had to describe it explicitly, it’d be like them asking the color of his underwear today and requesting him to show it, critiquing his underwear fashion.

Not only that, perhaps Serey would show his own underwear seriously, advising Bologue to put on his style.

Once this thought rose, Bologue’s expression grew even more bizarre.

Bologue indeed became quite humorous, even the odd fantasies in his mind sang all the way in a peculiar direction, just that he wasn’t good at expressing them.

Suddenly, Serey spoke, "Wait, are you the introverted type?"

"Huh?"

"You know, the kind that appears calm outwardly, yet full of internal drama."

"Huh?"

Serey and Wei’Er exchanged a glance, Bologue wanted to leave, he had to leave one way or another.

What was up with these two today, they usually shouldn’t be sound asleep?

Suddenly, searing Alchemy Matrix emerged on Bologue’s surface, accumulated Ether flushed the wound, slowly extracting the Void Realm power, and within tens of seconds, Bologue’s flesh convulsed violently, bones reshaped, flesh entwined.

"Goodbye!"

Bologue stumbled away like escaping.

Watching Bologue’s slightly panicked back, Wei’Er chuckled, "He’s a completely different type from you! Serey."

"You’re just a rotting flesh, crawling with all kinds of maggots."

Wei’Er looked somewhat wistful, "As for him..."

"Stone?"

"No, just blank."

Serey frowned, "What does blank mean?"

"Literally, like a blank page, with no trace, pure and pristine."

Wei’Er reminisced, "I’ve dated many bad men, but never someone like Bologue."

"Is it boring?" Serey said, "Bologue’s a dull guy, a date with him would turn into a one-sided academic seminar."

Wei’Er glanced at Serey, "It’s just self-awareness like would you drink with a child who knows nothing?"

Serey nodded, he agreed. Even when Serey went around flirting, it was based on mutual willingness.

Many times, Serey often felt somewhat sad amidst that hazy pleasure.

It sounds peculiar, but Serey indeed felt sorrow over it.

Serey was here for happiness, and so were the others.

Everyone was here for happiness, singing and dancing in a false atmosphere until they tired of each other and parted unhappily.

The wonderful emotion under the influence of alcohol became cheap, worthless.

Serey roughly understood Wei’Er’s meaning, in that joyful atmosphere, Bologue would shine so brightly, deeply hurting their hypocritical selves.

Reflecting on Bologue’s morbid killing frenzy, and connecting it to Wei’Er’s evaluation of him.

He laughed, "Are you joking?"

Serey picked up a fork, gesturing, "Even without Secret Energy, give this bastard a fork, and he can annihilate everyone in a bar, you say he..."

The laughter died down, Serey showed a distressed look.

"What a damn contrast."

Serey agreed with Wei’Er eventually only facetiously.

"Then Bologue is indeed quite mature..."