The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 134 Ch.133 Don’t associate with such people

About the world of sleep.

Roland has only entered one place.

That dense forest.

Entering is out of his control, and neither is leaving.

Fernandez told him that if he entered an unfamiliar place, he must stay where he was and wait for him to wake up - but he never told Roland that if the place where he was was also dangerous...

How to escape?

"We don't have the power to escape."

The golden flames melted the ice and snow, turning the snow cave into a wet snow swamp.

"The time in the sleeping world is chaotic. One night in reality may be ten years here - or two days, two breaths. Every dream (dream) is different, no one can be sure, and there is no way to calculate ”

"You can only survive hard until you wake up."

Enid twisted her skirt.

When the flames surrounded them like the hounds of their loved ones, the wind and snow became particularly tame.

Seeing everything is no longer pale.

There are yellow gold pounds everywhere.

He and Enid stood almost in a sea of ​​gold pounds.

"So, every time you explore a new dreamland, it is an adventure. Those who are passionate about this will get lost in the storm sooner or later." Enid dusted the snow on Roland's shoulders and looked at the gold pound trapped in it. The helpless young man had a strange smile on his face.

"You have to ask your captain what he usually thinks about."

Roland rubbed his nose, lips and ears as he gradually regained consciousness.

In the 'golden pound avalanche' just now, if Enid hadn't been by his side, he would have definitely been swallowed up by the surging 'tsunami' and died in this gold.

"This is too dangerous, why would anyone..."

“Because the rewards for taking risks are great enough.”

Enid raised her head and looked toward the sky.

A black shadow flapped its wings, passed through the snow and fog, and disappeared into the mountains.

"Owlbeast."

she says.

"A few years ago, when I came to this dreamland, I climbed that snow-capped mountain."

"At the top of the peak, I found a wildcat feather - the one I gave you to point to the "coordinates" here. "

"Fernandez and the other ritualists who have hunted the owl beast are not enough for it to be truly 'born' again. However, the feathers are enough."

"Many rituals use special materials. For example, the thorn of the echidna, the blood of the unicorn, the feathers of the owl beast, the fragments of the guard, the skin of the goblin, and even..."

She looked at Roland with an incomprehensible look.

"Even the heart of a dragon."

she says.

"And that's the reward."

"Not to mention, in each dream, there may be a legacy of secret transmission and ritual practitioners - if you die here, Roland. The next person who comes may be able to obtain the same interesting and mysteriously condensed material."

Enid raised an eyebrow: "Like eyeballs or something."

This sentence left Roland unable to answer.

"Some things are priceless."

"It can only be obtained from the Sleeping World."

"adventure?"

"Or are you content with the status quo?"

Enid faced the wind and snow and sighed: "If Fernandez died in a dream, perhaps his secret organ would become the 'nutrient' of that dream - those who come after him will be richly rewarded . But how to come, and how to find the 'return'?"

"Only adventure."

""Dream Explorer""

"The self-proclaimed name of a few wandering ritualists - they are unwilling to join an organization or be driven by a sect. So, the materials they use to perform rituals, the invisible arts they use, even great arts, secret organs... everything, from Where did it come from?”

Enid stamped her foot.

Gold coins clattered.

"Just from the sleeping world."

Roland looked at the sea of ​​gold pounds in his eyes and couldn't help but murmur:

'This is the treasure mountain and the eye of the storm...'

"That's right." Enid bent down and picked up two gold pounds and handed one to Roland.

Heavy coins.

But there are no patterns on either side.

It's just - just coins.

"There are no details, and it is an illusion that cannot be taken away." Enid held the one in her hand, and the flames suddenly burned upwards.

It quickly turned into a golden liquid and fell into the pile of gold coins along the fingers.

"When you perceive something 'important', Roland, you must find a way to hold it until you get out of the dream - that is something that can be taken out of sleep. For example: the feather under your pillow. "

Roland frowned: "How...how should I 'perceive' it?"

"You'll understand when you meet him."

Enid looked beyond Roland to the distant mountains shrouded in frost and snow. "The world of sleep, human fantasies and obsessions. Do you know? I once visited a dreamland - the battlefield."

"I fought with the enemy for three months."

"And found nothing."

"In the end, a ritual material was dug out of the belly of the woman selling the war horse: the soft intestine of the greedy one."

She turned her head, opened her thin lips slightly, and looked at Roland, as if asking for credit:

"Interesting enough, right?"

"I don't see what's interesting about it."

Roland thought so too, so he couldn't keep up with the rhythm and laughed half a beat too slowly.

Then Enid discovered it.

She obviously thought it was a funny joke, so she kept it for a long time and seldom told it to others.

But Roland didn't find it funny.

There was a trace of embarrassment on the woman's face.

"...That's not funny, is it?"

It's not that it's not funny.

that is…

Roland didn't understand why it could be called a joke.

"It's always like this. Some things I think are funny, but others don't." Enid also knew that she had this problem, her two slender eyebrows moved toward the center, and she stared at Roland as if she didn't give up: "Isn't it really funny?"

Roland:......

"It is not funny?"

"Tell her something really funny."

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I don't know what's really funny.

"Retell it as I tell it."

Roland looked at the few lines of words in his sight and was confused.

What kind of joke is this?

"Roland?" Enid called out as she saw him lost in thought.

"About the joke..." Roland glanced at the words again, "I heard a pretty humorous one..."

Enid crossed her arms and said, "...tell me?"

Roland began to repeat according to the text:

A long time ago.

There is a lady. She suffers from chronic depression, headaches, and occasionally unstoppable dizziness.

Life has become very bad because of this disease.

One day, her friend recommended a doctor to her.

Roland paused and continued reading:

After the doctor saw her, he asked a few questions and quickly gave her a treatment plan.

‘Just do as I say and you will be relieved. Maybe, we can get rid of this annoying disease completely. ’

This is what the doctor told his wife.

So, after dinner, Madam went to the bathroom.

She stared at the mirror, raised her index finger, pointed at her head, and murmured to herself:

‘I don’t feel any pain, I don’t feel dizzy, and I feel refreshed. ’

she says.

‘I don’t feel any pain, I don’t feel dizzy, and I feel refreshed. ’

She repeated it over and over, each sentence clearly audible, and kept repeating it, looking at herself in the mirror.

‘I don’t feel any pain, I don’t feel dizzy, and I feel refreshed. ’

Recite silently for ten minutes.

Keep your fingers pointed at your head - like chanting a mantra.

‘I don’t feel any pain, I don’t feel dizzy, and I feel refreshed. ’

Repeated hundreds of times.

The days passed like this.

soon.

She no longer had headaches or dizziness.

The energy is enough.

She was very happy and visited the doctor again, bringing a thank you gift.

During the conversation, she suddenly remembered something.

So, I asked the doctor:

'Sir, my husband...'

She meant something:

'In some respects, well, between men and women, he is not very...'

The doctor listened and immediately understood what the lady was talking about.

He smiled and said that he would ask the wife's husband to come to the house another day. He had a way.

So a few days passed.

The lady's husband came to visit.

A few days later, my husband was indeed different.

The lady was very happy.

To this end, she also asked the servant to change to a more shock-resistant bed.

But there is only one thing:

Before going to bed every night, the husband has to go to the bathroom for ten minutes - since he has also undergone treatment, the wife is curious about what her husband's 'treatment' will be like.

One day, while her husband was leaving, she quietly followed him.

She leaned on the crack in the bathroom door and peeked.

Sure enough, her husband was just like her, standing in front of the mirror and looking at herself in the mirror——

He looked in the mirror and pointed a finger at his head.

His face was serious, and he said in a deep voice:

'She is not my wife, not my wife, not my wife...'

Pfft——

Enid laughed so hard that after a few times, she suddenly felt rude and couldn't help but give Roland a look.

"Who did you learn this from?"

"Don't associate with such people in the future."

Roland nodded seriously.

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You see, my boss said, don't let me have any contact with you in the future.

"oh."

"Did that come from the boss who couldn't fall asleep without being hugged by you?"

Roland:......

"Did that come from the boss who wore silk translucent socks and deliberately moved her obscene toes in front of you and had to be hugged by you to fall asleep?"

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wrench.

"I can get even longer."

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Everyone deserves a chance to admit defeat.

"You are as stupid as a pig sometimes."

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I think we don't have to kill each other anymore.