The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 133 Ch.132 Avalanche and Golden Pound

- Anyone can explore dreams.

- Just like everyone can get themselves burned.

Dreams are chaotic and disorderly. They are a collection of human obsessions, fantasies and all emotions.

It is not as stable as the resting place of the gods.

It's twisted, and dangerous.

When Roland opened his eyes, he was standing in a snowstorm.

His and Enid's tents were blown away by the wind and snow, and there was nothing in their backpacks except a few boxes of soaked matches, some hard bread, and water.

Someone was calling him in his ear.

have a look.

Look at your fingers, Roland.

See what that is.

Roland lowered his head and raised his palms.

A bright silver ring is placed on the little finger...

Dream…?

"Madam, are we in a dream?" Roland covered his nose with his hands and shouted behind him, "In a dream?"

No one paid any attention to him.

A layer of pale golden flames covered the woman's body, melting the blowing snow flakes.

She remained silent and just looked at Roland.

When he moves forward, she moves forward; when he stops, she stops not far away.

‘If it’s not life-threatening, I won’t help you. ’

‘Explore like an explorer. ’

Roland remembered what she said.

"I have to find a place to protect myself from the wind and snow." Roland said to himself.

Otherwise he wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

Looking around, there is no place that is not white.

The faint outline of the snow-capped mountains is hidden in the wind and snow.

Roland shook the package a few times, lowered his head, and plunged into the broken jade.

The wind and snow are getting worse.

…………

…

There is no shelter from the cold wind on the snowfield.

As the walking time got longer, Roland felt that his body temperature was dropping rapidly: his toes in the boots began to become stiff, his nose could not feel the airflow, and even his eyes were swollen and painful from the cold.

Consciousness gradually fades away.

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wrench.

"Don't talk to me."

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I'm in a dream.

"I didn't know you were in a dream?"

Roland:......

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Angry.

"No. Since you are able to shield me, I guess you are also capable of walking out of this snow, right?"

Roland:......

Already angry on his face.

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next time…

"You don't want to say 'definitely next time', do you?"

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how do you know?

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I will definitely not block you next time.

"You know what, Roland."

"This sentence has no credibility at all."

Roland sniffed and his face felt like a piece of ice.

The flames in his sight brought no warmth. It passed through the wind and snow, reflecting the dead land with no fluctuations in Roland's eyes.

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Is there a... on the left?

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Snow cave?

"What will you do without me?"

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I never want to lose you.

"...Hmph."

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Thanks.

The flames burst out with a roar.

"Come on, you have to say weird things every time...next time!"

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I will definitely not block you.

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I swear to the Father of All.

"No, I swear to Cherry Chloe and Su Yue."

Roland stepped on the snow, one foot deep and one foot shallow, heading towards the snow cave.

not talking.

"You damn liar."

Roland twitched the corners of his stiff mouth.

The snow cave is not far away.

When he came to the entrance of the cave, he knew that it must have been dug by humans - in addition to the wooden boards inserted in the snow to cover the entrance of the cave, there was a blanket spread on the ground, a burning oil lamp, and a A thin parchment book and a chair.

He stooped and got in. Enid, restraining her flames, followed.

The cave is not big.

Roland sat on the blanket and turned over it.

This is a diary.

There is no specific date on it, it just records the time with numbers and some specious words.

…

‘Three days. ’

'We tracked it down - the claw marks were obvious. ’

…

‘Seven days. ’

'It was hovering overhead and we missed it. ’

…

‘On the 15th. ’

'We can't find it. ’

…

The handwriting is brief and the dates jump.

…

‘Thirty-two days. ’

'Food is plentiful, but spirits are exhausted. ’

…

‘Seventy-nine days. ’

‘The wind and snow are getting stronger. ’

‘Where is it? ’

…

‘One hundred and twenty-five days. ’

'We have completely lost track of it. ’

‘We need to consider evacuating. ’

…

Roland pointed his fingers.

The owner of the note seems to be tracking something...

"Have you ever thought of a man who once showed off something like that."

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Yes, the memory is still fresh.

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Fernandez said it.

Roland frowned and turned to the silent woman.

Enid was sitting on a chair with her arms folded and her legs slanted gracefully.

When she saw Roland looking over, she seemed to know what Roland wanted to ask.

"Yes, this is Fernandez's dream. In other words, his fantasy and obsession - I don't know if he told you that he once hunted an owl beast in the snowfield."

Roland nodded: "I taught you about the secret organ."

"That was in reality, in the waking world." Enid ran her fingers across the wall and dug out a piece of snow with her fingertips: "And this is the sleeping world, a dream."

"so…"

She looked at Roland teasingly.

"Anything can happen."

"Like what Fernandez fantasized about..."

The words just fell.

There's a roar in my ears!

Roland was staggered by the shaking of the earth.

He quickly got up and crawled out of the hole.

Suddenly, his face turned pale.

In the vague snow and fog of the distant mountains.

It was actually an overwhelming avalanche of yellow gold pounds!

"Perhaps your "secret" cannot extend too far. "Enid followed him out at some point and stood next to him: "I can tell you, Roland. "

"The avalanche is coming."

"Whose avalanche is made of gold coins!"

"What does that stupid captain of yours fantasize about all day long!!"

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This is already good news, I can't imagine what it would be like if it were Kratof...

"Ah, that must be an avalanche of little boys."

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I'm talking about Miss Kratoffer, not her grandfather.

Not to mention boys.

Right now, gold coins are definitely more terrifying than an avalanche of snow flakes.

Its sound is like rolling thunder, like a golden tsunami, rushing from the snow peaks, exploding huge pieces of fog in an instant!

Overwhelming.

"You can't outrun an avalanche."

Enid reminded her calmly.

"Those who die in dreams will also fall into eternal sleep in reality."

Roland had never seen an avalanche—he had never even seen snow.

"Go to the cave, Roland!"

"Do as I tell you!"

Roland pulled out several wooden boards outside the cave with force, turned around and got into the snow cave. According to what Wrench said, a triangular 'tent' was built using wooden boards as supports.

Use your fists to dig in and secure, then use your boots to pound deeper.

Then he got in and blocked the last wooden board above his head——

"Ma'am?" he called.

Enid sneaked in and lay next to Roland.

He also leisurely folded the blanket and used it as a pillow.

She wasn't nervous at all.

"This is the world of sleep, Roland. There is no logic. Chaos is stronger than order. The power of ritualists will be infinitely weakened - and natural disasters are the most terrifying type."

Roland exhaled white air, his heart intertwined with the rumble of the earth. Amidst the deafening noise, he raised his voice: "How do we leave...?"

Enid looked at him without speaking, half-smiling.

Silver Ring Heart Anchor...Heart Anchor, Heart Anchor!

The bumps on the inside of the ring are particularly clear.

but…

Damn it.

"…I haven't learned that lesson yet, ma'am."

Roland twisted the ring and sighed.

"Because there is no such lesson," Enid said. "If you could leave at any time."

"Why do we say that the world is dangerous during sleep?"

She turned over, hugged Roland hard, and pressed him under her.

The next second, the world turned black.