The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 540 Ch.539 Fairy's Misjudgment and Dispute (Part 10)

Halida had a dream.

A clear dream.

She saw her former self.

Her self when she was "taken away" from her mother, her brother in swaddling clothes, the iron pendant on his neck, the swaying boat, the salty sea breeze, the waves that made people want to vomit.

A rude sailor.

An uneasy and panicked self.

She saw a foggy red storm, the sharp and disordered chaos beheaded everything in its path like a blade.

Whether it was a person, a wall, a ship, a mountain.

Or a piece of land.

All the noise and disputes in the world burned in Halida's eyes, like the dense starry sky on a cloudless night, with flames everywhere, burning in different sizes.

They swayed with the wind, but were blown into hot water droplets, all melting into the roaring storm.

It enjoys all consequences indiscriminately and pays the heaviest price to the tiny creatures.

Suffering.

Or causing suffering.

There is no difference in the storm.

They are swept in, merged into the fire mist, and are taught to become confused winds, roaring in a patchy manner when cutting off the mountain peaks.

Young couples in love at weddings provide blood, and enemies who kill each other provide teeth.

It scrapes away the souls of devout believers, the flesh and blood of poor loyal women who have never met luck in their lives, the legs of hardworking and brave men, and the eyes of innocent old people.

The nose, fingers and brain of children.

It is indiscriminate, as if to prove the forgotten sentence behind the words "God loves the world" -

"In His own way".

Halida looked up at the huge, sky-covering red, wearing clean white stockings, as if she saw herself in the fire mist and storm.

'I am you. '

In the fire mist, the woman in the storm answered.

She saw a gorgeous dining table in front of the woman, and on it lay a second self.

She was marinated with seasonings and roasted until golden and crispy.

Fried bread slices were stuffed into her toes and other crevices, thin fish slices were placed on her calves, ham was placed on her knees, and a considerable amount of butter, milk cake and almonds were placed on her stomach.

Some sauce was sprinkled on her neck, and a thick layer of pie was placed on her face.

The food on her body was cut open by her, and she used her strength to move through her entire flesh and blood.

Halida felt that her soul was cut open.

She contracted and arched, but only the clanging sound of metal colliding came out of her throat.

She seemed to be crushed alive, and the minced meat dried into a thin and translucent cigarette paper, which was rolled up by the giant's rough hands along with her soul, and put to his mouth to drain her -

She turned into mist, forged and knocked in the giant's lungs.

Then.

She rolled again, and was blown out of the giant's nostrils, growing a knife back and blade in the freezing cold wind.

The wet blood in the storm called her name.

'Come on! ’

‘Never stop! ’

So.

She also joined the storm.

Before the quiet moonlight spread over the green carpet, the shaking body joined the storm.

She woke up with a start.

She extinguished the charming fire hair on each candle.

Halida was in a daze, and only felt that something was different - herself, or the world.

She seemed to walk like a beast, think like a beast, and use teeth and claws to deal with disputes and express dissatisfaction. Her throat could not utter clear words, but the beast did not need to read the sticky classical poetry.

She wanted to break through the barrier and remember who she was.

She got up, stepped over the sleeping man, stumbled, and ran to the place where she remembered the most - the cabinet.

In the cabinet.

Open the cabinet.

In the box.

Open the box.

The rusty necklace, the necklace with a rough iron box, the mother gave her and her brother...

‘My...’

She growled turbidly, and roared like a vicious dog.

‘My...! Mine! ’

She grabbed the necklace roughly, and saw a coin on the velvet at the bottom of the box.

A big gold coin that was polished to a bright shine.

‘Mine…’

That’s mine too.

Halida asked herself how she knew, and she said that she just knew.

‘Mine! ’

Halida picked up the coin, but found that she no longer had a hand.

A beast cannot be without claws.

“Looks like you need a little help.”

This sudden hoarse roar came from behind the mirror. If Halida had fur, her whole body would explode.

She cautiously removed every item in front of the mirror—candles, spice boxes, powder of unknown use, two letters under the ink bottle and the ink bottle pressing it.

Finally, the mirror.

She saw the crystal bottle.

The transparent bottle body that seemed to be crossed by flowing colors hid an ugly monster that was no bigger than a palm.

It was alive.

And it spoke very clearly.

“You need a little help, right?” The goblin licked his fangs.

A human was about to run out.

Now, it has to choose a new "master" in advance.

The woman in front of it is obviously much better than Mason Lyle.

She only needs a little help to regain consciousness...

She can start a happy and crazy transaction with it.

"I can help you, woman." The fairy pressed the crystal wall and put his face on it. It drooled a lot, greedily looking at the dark-skinned woman who was as agile as a leopard, watching the vigilance and chaos in her eyes, "I can help you."

It said.

"For a small price..."

It reproduced Mason Lyle's expression.

An expression of being in control.

"What do you want? Tell me, okay?"

Halida was tugging at her toes, trying to hide each one in the blanket. She began to get nervous, and a familiar feeling came over her.

"I..." She said hoarsely, tilting her head slightly, observing this wonderful object: "I... want what?"

The fairy smiled.

"Right, you have to think about it. What do you want? What exactly are you missing?" It said: "You have to remember, become normal, perceive the mystery, and become a ritualist - few fairies have eaten the souls of ritualists... Oh, I mean, have cooperated with ritualists, right?"

It found that it didn't need to cover up.

Because the woman in front of it didn't understand at all.

"Think about it, Halida."

It prompted:

"You have to think about what you want before you can trade with me. For example...a younger brother?"

Halida's silver eyes moved slightly.

Some softened memories surfaced.

She clenched her palm and opened it carefully.

The handwriting on it was blurred and difficult to recognize.

"Brother...?"

"Yes, you have a brother, a brother in the cradle, have you forgotten? Where is he? He is lost, right? Do you want to find him back?"

Finally.

This nail pierced through the soul of chaos.

The beast in pain suddenly woke up.

"I have a brother!"

"Yes, so I-"

The fairy couldn't finish the next sentence.

It saw the woman outside putting an iron necklace on itself, stuffing the big gold coin, and screaming in pain, hurting, using her hands and feet, and running out of the tent without looking back!

She didn't come back all night.

And never come back.

The fairy in the bottle stomped his feet in anger and punched the bottle wall!

"Ignorant mortal!"

"Stupid!"

"You should belong to me!!"