Bai Ou caressed the brand of the sun, recognizing the source of this power, and let out eerie laughter from his mouth.
"I didn't expect you to bear his mark," Bai Ou sounded even more excited, "In that case, I must make you one of us!"
Bai Ou's sickly demeanor made Bologue feel nauseous. Before Bologue could curse, Bai Ou hysterically shouted.
"Listen to me, friend!"
Bai Ou's expression turned maniacal. He interrupted Bologue's words, grabbing his hair, and their foreheads collided heavily, eyes nearly touching, the bizarre black holes were right before them.
"Belphegor is deceiving you! Dead is dead! There is nothing, that endless poem is a conspiracy, and a hundred years later, no one will remember us!"
A great fear appeared on Bai Ou's face. Even though he was now among the Undead, such an end still unsettled him.
"But she is different, she will grant us everything we desire while we're alive, not promise it after death."
