The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 192 Ch.191 Fairy Ring and Whipper

The sun was setting.

The golden-grey arc of light gradually blurred along the horizon.

A refreshing gust of wind passed through the wilderness, swaying the black hair on the young man's cheek.

Swaying together were the ankle-high grass, the rustling trees in the distance, and the mirror lake with the remaining afterglow like broken scales.

The wind was the wind, the grass was the grass, and the dense forest was the dense forest.

There was no living thing here.

There was no need for "reasonableness" in the dream.

"If you use too much of the "secret" of this dream, then you have to find a way to make up for it - otherwise, this place will collapse."

Getting thicker and thicker.

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The secret of one ring is not enough to last for too long.

"Maybe no one knows, but after the slanderous pen, the offspring who eats the marrow will reach the cave of the red dust..."

"That requires a lot of mystery."

First, an irregular square.

"You are the one who holds the 'key'. You can use the 'mystery' in this dream to create what you want to create - lifeless."

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Borrowing the 'mystery' in the dream...

Then.

Roland twisted the silver ring on his pinky finger, and the characters on his wrist that should have disappeared were slightly hot:

He felt something in his heart, as if something was forced into his head.

'But now, all this has become futile...'

"Then, this directly leads to a problem."

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Let me think about it.

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If the 'sleep world' is regarded as a person, this person does not have to be responsible for the expenses of the tenants in his rented house...

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Right?

A golden coin without a pattern.

I have to say, this is really interesting.

Roland's side face: "Only you and I can come here, right?"

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As for the number of keys, it cannot exceed ten for the time being.

The flames jumped in the dark wilderness.

"I want to build a manor, or a castle."

"The collapse of the dream is very dangerous."

It is a feeling of 'I can do it'.

Where I once stood.

Then, the inner circle.

He could see the lake and the swaying trees.

Roland opened his palm and looked at it. Some light blue lines kept interweaving and gradually became a flat coin.

‘We are like pantomime actors, we tour in silence. ’

Finally, a cup filled with liquid.

Roland sprinkled the prepared white plaster powder on the floor.

Even a feather thinner than paper and heavier than stone.

He walked straight forward along this line for about two minutes, or two hours, or two days, or two months.

“I can…”

In addition to the prayers floating in the place where they passed by devoutly, there were only bloodstains on the ground.

What made Roland even more excited was:

They were in a huge crowd, standing or crawling, lying or lying on their sides, and from time to time they used spiked long whips to whip the backs and limbs of the people in front or on the left and right - the skin was torn and the blood flew everywhere.

Roland wanted to use the word ‘clean’ to describe this dream.

A little bit adds up to a lot.

The warm breeze turned cool and playful, occasionally sweeping across his ears.

"People will eventually move towards their predetermined destiny."

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I hate the word "destiny".

As long as he pays enough mystery, he can firmly fix the state of the items he has "set".

Until the dark night was filled with a burst of star spots that were sometimes bright and sometimes dark.

Roland pulled out the cork and poured blood on his hand bones.

Fairy Ring.

"Like most dreams, the 'Fairy Ring' relies on the sleep world to exist - but it is different from other dreams: its key is in your hands, and you and the candle are its real managers."

'Sprinkle our blood for God, which will help deal with my sins. '

The mark he stepped on was like a rut winding into the distance.

He used the whip with his right hand, so the ritual only needed the hand bones of his right hand.

The pale flames, accompanied by the sudden rise of red mist around him, left a series of constantly twisted words in front of Roland.

"In other words, this is our 'home' in the sleep world."

Or: ring. There was no 'Gold Pound Avalanche' or 'Shadow of the Owl Beast' - it was as if nature gently created everything it should create, and then, just as gently, erased the existence of the creatures here.

He gradually raised his bloody hand bones, as if he was in a bottomless, constantly squirming muddy blood swamp, and an invisible force pressed and wrapped him.

She changed her body shape, but Roland could not feel more weight.

Draw the holy emblem of the Ninth Crown God on the floor, let the blood of the Ultimate Joyful One pour, light the candle, and recite the prayer.

He dusted his hands, looked at the human bones on the ground, listened to the snoring in his ears, and arranged the "field" unskillfully.

Because of the existence of the "Fairy Ring", Roland had another place to go every night - a place other than the empty dense forest.

Unknowingly.

"I see you have already thought about who to invite."

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At least the apprentice, Wrench.

A home that only he has the key to.

"At every moment, countless dreams appear in the sleeping world, but at the same time, countless dreams are destroyed."

"Except for Eve's followers, there are few ritualists who can set up a scene with just one ring."

The python perched on Roland's shoulder nodded slightly.

With the 'mystery' that his current body can hold, if he is allowed to be swallowed up by small candles, he can add many walls to the fairy ring every time, or build a table, teacups, etc.

he murmured.

This is the skeleton of old Williams brought by Rose - the depression behind the skull is the cause of death, that is, it was hit from behind with a sharp stone.

They were people walking barefoot and wearing conical tower hats.

He started from a starting point and let the wrench pull out a long straight line of flames in his sight——

"It's time to wait. Your Miss Snitch is not suitable for 'fantasy'. She can't open your door."

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So, do you know which path is suitable for her?

"But I need to remind you."

The slanting light disappears and the silver moon rises.

"My noble desirer, the bottomless lake of distortion."

“…Call upon the Creator of flesh and blood, the beginning of separation and brokenness, the end of trauma and healing.”

A circular dream connected end to end.

When the secret is carefully ground and spreads like dust, moist vapor rises in the room.

He walked through the wilderness, bypassed the mirror-flat lake, and entered the deep forest where the tree canopy blocked the sun.

Roland saw a phantom in the turbid blood-colored canvas in front of him, and in the soft and wriggling mist.

"correct."

This group of extremely pious blood-stained people ran all the way to the end of the blood swamp, and turned into nothing in groups.

They sang hymns loudly and looked bitter, but they were quickly enlightened and suddenly became enlightened.

"That's right."

Accompanied by the loud snoring coming from downstairs, Roland squatted in front of the open box and carefully looked at the human bones inside.

Silks of white mist gradually spread over my ankles.

The roars echoed in Roland's ears.

"marvelous…"

Snapped--!

The shout was interrupted by a loud whip sound mixed with the roar of metal!

Get down on one knee.

——He can build a stone tower that is narrow at the bottom and wide at the top, and ensures that it is strong and does not collapse. It can make an 'iron rod' that has no edge but is sharp, or a chair that has only two legs but is stable and does not shake.

It fell heavily into the palm of my hand.

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wrench.

Roland and Little Candle discussed that she could give other people 'keys' and take them back at any time.

He's back to square one.

"I have a lot of time, Wrench." Roland raised his head slightly, the stars above his head were bright.

"If you plan to replicate a city of London or half of Fork County, you need to provide your 'daughter' with enough 'energy', instead of using your identity as a manager to constantly absorb this dreamland which has very little. The secret."

He heard someone shout:

"This is the Fairy Ring."

‘Lord of Joy! my mother! ’

‘Let this whip-wielding hand lift up the thorns for you again! ’