The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 364 Ch.363 The beginning of no return

Invisible art.

Madeline told him that this was an invisible technique - invisible techniques were already illegal, and completing this ritual was even more illegal.

John Shelley never dared to use his power 'reasonably'.

Even though his surname was Shelley, he was capable of a certain degree of lawlessness.

"Your father took care of you too much, and now he takes care of women." Madeleine half teased and half accused. She accused James Shelley of being harsh, and also accused John Shelley of being resigned and resigned.

Today, they are not at the Yilett Art Association, nor in their respective boxes.

They were in a chaotic place.

Southern District.

A place full of poor people and gangsters.

It's not a drafty house, but it's not a comfortable house either.

Madeleine contributed some money, and the place was hers.

"Five minutes to go, John, John Shelley, you've got to think like a man—is five minutes enough, ma'am?"

She lifted up her fluffy long skirt and placed two pieces of white lace on his legs, with her toes facing each other, creating a playful triangle.

"Is it enough?"

she asked.

These words almost defied the dignity of a young, young, rich, young, wealthy and distinguished man - John Shelley endured the urge to tear the triangle into pieces and drank the whiskey in the glass in one gulp.

The flames shot from his stomach to his throat.

"If one day I turn into a fire-breathing monster, I will burn your clothes first."

Madeleine giggled, twisting the rope, so that the two sisters hugged each other and then separated, jumping up and down on the two ridges, jumping hard, but landing softly.

"You're starting to look more like yourself and less like Shelley."

She praised her, and her sisters praised him in their own way.

However, when there was a knock at the door, John Shelley almost jumped out of his chair.

He was almost broken. He got up, bent down, sat down, and got up again. He failed several times in succession, which made Madeleine laugh even louder - until the knocker at the door became more and more impatient, until he wanted to smash the door down. Little Shelley Then he glared at the shapeless woman with an angry look on his face and saw her slumping on the chair with a smile.

He went to open the door.

Welcoming the person at the door.

A woman wearing a low-quality fur shawl, a mutton-sleeved shirt, and a one-line skirt underneath.

Her reddish-brown hair was combed back, and her ears were decorated with bronze leaves.

A ribbon is tied around the neck.

——In order to avoid being too frightened by the winter wind, she even put on some powder to make herself look more rosy and easy to wear.

Point to the face.

"Hello, sir."

Seeing someone opening the door, she subconsciously put on a smile and curtsied, "I'm Bonnie."

John stepped aside and welcomed the person in.

"You are so handsome." She teased, her steps brisk.

As a result, when he turned around, he found a woman sitting on a chair with her legs crossed and drinking.

Bonnie looked at her, then turned to look at John Shelley, suspiciously: "Am I looking in the wrong place?"

"Of course not." Madeleine answered: "Just do what you should do. I think there's room here, isn't it?" She pursed her lips and gestured to the bed beside the fireplace in the living room that could accommodate three people. .

Bonnie looked very strange.

"You mean-"

"We'll give you double. Miss Bonny, can you put away your little sense of shame and concentrate on what you should do - or, I'll invite someone else. What's the most popular thing on this street? ?”

Bonnie pursed her lips.

The young girl is new to life and a little withdrawn.

Can…

Double?

She has been through many battles.

"Sir...how should I call you?" She first hung up the fur shawl, then bent her arms behind her head and untied her hair tie.

Everything comes naturally.

Shelley was extremely embarrassed.

He is aware of absurdities and is a qualified and energetic young man, but this is the first time, under the gaze of a real lady——

You know, Madeleine Terry is not only a lady, but also has ‘divine power’ and is the daughter of the Arbiter.

It seems he wasn't ridiculous enough.

He was a little nervous, and his uneasy heart prompted him to think as quickly as possible, think about something, think about what was going on - however, Bonnie waited for no one like time.

Madeline filled herself with whiskey.

The liquid swayed and gurgled in the flames, gradually boiling.

She watched absurd revues, with performers speaking nonsense in delirium, riding horses in the scorching sun, and being bitten by mosquitoes in almost impossible places.

They scratched the scabies on their bodies with the hands that wiped their buttocks, and thick juice oozed out, and they all rushed to death in the decay.

‘My Father in Heaven—! ’

Bonnie shouted.

The marks on the neck are stamped death certificates. When a living person begins to suffocate, she will have a glimpse of the gods.

That's the kind of inspiration only hard-hearted people can find.

‘Death is near. ’

Madeleine shook the glass like a deformed baton, a sea full of sea water.

Then.

There was only a brief moment of silence.

The suffocated person was resurrected from the sour and smelly sweat.

The roar of the beast exploded into pieces, and the news of the end fell into the wine glass, and the slingshot that was ready to go killed the surrendered bison.

On the way up the cold mountain, where the sudden fall of ice and snow made people shiver, Madeleine put down her wine glass and walked up to the fish that was trying to escape from the deep sea and was not used to land yet - she looked down at it She, as if searching, was trying to determine the gender of a fish.

Then, she slowly knelt down.

As if cleaning her mouth with the bath salts in his palm, he covered her mouth and nose.

The force seemed to crush the lower half of her face.

She just took advantage of the situation to hold Bonnie in her arms, holding her in her arms with gentle eyebrows, and softly recited the story about the afterlife:

'Your body will not rot, go to a romantic place like a rose. ’

‘Your flesh and blood will penetrate into the deepest crevices, pores, and intestines of another flesh and blood. ’

‘You are the lover of bones, the daughter of blood, and the princess of flesh. ’

She's like a chopping block and a thick-backed knife on a chopping block, a cook, or a fisherman, or a bad girl who stumbles upon a pond - she's death with the 'Bonnie' tag on it.

She brought drought and lured a fish with a bamboo stick into the desert.

Watch her struggle quietly.

Beat the grit.

In the end, the stains all over me were flowing out everywhere, but I didn't know how to calm down.

Bonnie is dead.

She died the second before she saw the hem of the Father of All Creation's robe, and the last moment she was about to arrive in heaven and listen to the voice.

There was still panic in her pupils, leaving a reflected face.

"Farke! Farke...what did you do?!"

It was just a moment of daze, and before anyone could react, it went from trembling to dead silence.

John Shelley could still feel his body heat, her damp skin that was sunken by his fingers and the upper half of her face that was painful and twisted before she died.

He thought it was just a sexy, over-the-top game.

I thought it was a game that could end at any time...

The corpse told him that it wasn't.

This is different from what was promised! !

"Just like you saw."

Madeleine stroked Bonnie's sweaty scalp with her comb-like fingers.

She and the head in her arms were docile.

"I said, John," Madeleine looked at the man who shrank into the corner and saw the timid child soul hidden in his man's body, and showed a gentle smile: "You are spoiled."

"Tons of mead and cream, gems and gold pounds. You can get almost anything in the world..."

she said.

"Except for real power."

She straightened Bonnie's head and stood up slowly.

"Big boy."

“The door of truth is right before your eyes, and it is opening to you.”

"Come in…"

"Or, lose this opportunity forever..."

"Which side do you choose?"