The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 300 Ch.299 The so-called importance...

Roland saw many women.

In this dungeon.

Like a desolate primitive village, pairs of wild eyes stared at him in the darkness.

Move as he moves.

The stale stuffy jars are filled with the smell of rotting seafood. No one here uses gauze or satin gloves. They bathe in sheep's blood, use animal skins, or even their own skin to rub where necessary.

Then it was smeared everywhere.

In order to prevent the mother from worrying about it, the young girl ate herself like her mother; while the mother, holding the dead cat whose cavity had been opened by flies, only kissed her "child" intimately and tenderly.

'Na...Nana...Nala...Na...'

The vicious thing here is not the rumors, but the laughter; the scary thing is not the stories, but the humming that cannot understand the words.

The highly decomposed and swollen corpses after death were placed in the cell, or in the corridor outside the cell, next to the "clean water bucket" and the sewage bucket.

A nun with an unrecognizable face sat on the ground, picking up broken insects or unnamed vague parts of other creatures from under her flat, wide feet.

Or chewing half a rat tail, or sucking the reserves under his nails.

Maybe it wasn't hunger that was tormenting them.

‘Come on, come on. ’

A woman called him hoarsely.

'Here are beds, bile and good nights...'

she murmured.

‘The All-Father protects you, me… and excrement. ’

Some of them just sat in the shadows, as silent as dead; others were content with it, trying to find their once glorious selves in the shining golden eyes that passed by.

Very few, only a very few showed an unspeakable expression of embarrassment, covering their faces, or covering their tops or bottoms in a cramped manner, hiding in the darkness, avoiding the candlelight wrapped in shadows.

The passage was hopelessly long.

The end is not an upward spiral staircase, and there is no sunshine that symbolizes hope.

It's a wall.

Behind the thick stone doors is another prison world.

Xander stopped in front of a stone door, reached out and gently touched the stone surface without any patterns, touched the keyhole, and pressed his face against the cold stone wall like a hug to a lover.

Or she has considered it one of her lovers.

"plz follow me."

The nun holding the lantern suddenly spoke up and woke Roland up.

"Ms. Menzi," she raised the lamp to her chest, right next to the stone wall that Xander 'embraced'. The keyhole was made of brass and had a number engraved on it: two hundred.

"Ms. Menzi is here."

Roland subconsciously looked at Xander.

But she just smiled foolishly: "That is the path you have to choose, Roland. Gods have no faith, and they never expect believers to predict the future for them."

"Ms. Menzi is here."

The nun repeated stiffly and took out a copper ring of similar color from her pocket.

One of the keys is the longest and thickest.

Go into the keyhole and twist it a few times.

"Ms. Menqi is here." She repeated for the third time, using the dim light to suddenly close the distance with Roland, her voice fluctuating slightly: "...the self-righteous kingfisher was the first to fall into the trap. ”

She said something unclear, pulled out the key, and pushed the stone door violently——

Contrary to Roland's expectation, there was no sound at all.

The stone door rotated inward, revealing a gap for people to pass through.

"See you later, Xander."

Xander didn't answer.

Until his back disappeared into the passage behind the stone door, until the stone door rotated again and closed into a stone wall.

"I miss it here, Mary."

The nun bowed her head respectfully.

Xander dusted off the dust on his palms and long skirt, and stepped into the light.

Come and stand in front of her.

"...Don't you like this name?"

The nun shook her head.

"I am at your disposal."

"Is Mary okay?"

The nun said nothing.

Xander groaned and turned around with his hands behind his back: "How many Marys are there?"

"You have given the name 'Mary' to a total of twenty-three women."

"Which number are you in?"

"Twenty-three."

"Twenty-three..." Xander raised his heels and looked around, as if he was a countryman who had just arrived in the city and was full of curiosity about his surroundings: "So, what about the first twenty-two?"

"All but the other Mary went to heaven."

"Are you anxious?"

The nun said nothing.

"Otherwise, why are you talking to my friend?" Xander turned back to the nun and gently stroked her dry and rough face with his palms, sliding along her neck, all the way to her shoulders, upper arms, and forearms - until He took the oil lamp from her hand.

Carry it in your own hand.

"Why are you talking to my friend?"

Creaking…

Creak...

The oil lamp swayed back and forth.

The shadow swayed from side to side.

It was swung up, and the light and shadow were reversed in an instant.

Bang——!

Click.

Metal and glass, mixed with hot flames and wax, all hit Mary's face - or more precisely: her mouth.

The broken sharpness immediately opened her lips, and blood flowed from countless slender wounds.

She screamed, threw herself to the ground, and reached Xander's feet, never daring to look up again.

The owner of the sheepskin boots was still carrying the half-broken and creaking lamp.

Crunch.

All that was left was the sharp glass shaking back and forth.

"Tell me, Mary. Why are you talking to my friend?"

"You're reminding him, right?"

The trembling woman squeezed out a cry mixed with blood from her throat: "...He, he will die at the hands of Ms. Menqi..."

"That's his fate."

Xander touched his face, and the blood made shallow holes on his powdered face: "Blood flowed from the lime wall, and the holy boy cut off his own roots... This way, the wound is enough."

Just like burning cow dung to disperse the sacred, when the beetle opens its elytra to reveal the protected membrane, the beetle named "Xander" reveals its true body:

A crazy body made of evil thoughts rather than flesh and blood.

"Die in my 'home', die next door to my home."

"It's like dying in my memory..."

"In my arms."

"I want to be one with him forever..."

"Mary."

“How can you prevent a pious man from hearing the oracle?”

Crunchy…

A broken and rusty oil lamp flickered.

The whining and crazy laughter echoing from the corridor made the gray-haired beetle extremely at ease.

Who would be uneasy at home?

"A man full of hope." She pinched her swollen part and pulled it hard, as if she wanted to pull out the pumping heart beneath it: "A man full of hope is preparing to welcome his bright future. Blasphemer…”

"Will he live? Or die?"

The nun covered her mouth, and blood flowed from the open wounds on her face, making her look even more terrifying than a demon.

"If he survives, if he wears the veil, if he lets me worship his lance like the Father, if he rides like a horse...if..."

Xander was chanting quickly and hurriedly. As he spoke, his chest rose and fell like a bellows pulling faster and faster, blowing burning sparks from his nostrils.

She threw away the oil lamp and grabbed her own throat. The desperate sinner had eyes the color of forget-me-nots that feed the lake monster.

"If if, if..."

If he dies.

After the moon melted, the sparkling lake light opened my eyes.

If he dies.

That's not my salvation.

My thorns.