The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 384 Ch.383 Trap

James Shelley currently has three votes.

Three votes for death.

In other words, if there is no tie vote in the future, then he is dead.

As for the result of the tie vote, they couldn't get the answer from the headless woman.

"It seems the remaining three votes are important."

Roland smiled.

"If we follow Mr. James Shelley and vote for Madeleine, or someone else... maybe this round will be void, right? We can do this until the world is destroyed, or until the master of the dream becomes impatient and kills us Six people’s heads were screwed off.”

He raised the domino in his hand and shook it a few times while Madeleine and John watched.

"Of course I can vote the same number, but, Mr. John Shelley, I must have some advantage?"

John frowned: "The Shelley family will provide you with one hundred thousand -"

"After?" Roland interrupted: "After, when?"

The golden-eyed young man saw clearly, and there was a familiar greed in his eyes: "I want the reward of this dreamland, and I want to be the final winner."

John discovered that this man might have the same thoughts as him - he probably also considered that this game only has one round.

"You want another one?"

"Of course." Roland said: "Vote your life card to me, and my teammates and I will give death to your father - deal?"

James Shelley remained eerily silent as he spoke to John.

"You have to keep your word... No, I can only give you one of my own. When you cast your vote, Rebecca and Madeleine's will be given to you."

Roland shrugged: "Sorry, I don't believe in the promises of cultists."

he said.

"Either you vote for me, or my friends and I will follow Mr. James Shelley's vote, and we will play together until we wake up, or we will die together in our dreams until the world is destroyed - little Mr. Shelley, don't you forget If we do nothing, live together and leave this dream..."

Then you have to face your father.

The real master of the Shelley family, a father who has realized that his son is rebellious, reaches out to him with a knife.

What would he do to a child who committed patricide?

Now, who should be worried?

John Shelley scowled.

There is no turning back for the dominoes that are thrown away.

Same fate as him.

"You should pay more attention to me like business, father."

James Shelley crossed his fingers and seemed to make a real comparison: "I don't think you are more important than a business worth hundreds of thousands of pounds, John."

These words undoubtedly made the young Shelley even more angry.

"This is all your fault! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have set foot on this road... This is all your fault, father. You know? Right? You've known it for a long time, right? You look at me, look at I became a cultist step by step, laughing in my heart and watching with cold eyes..."

"Don't you have the slightest regret: If I could have paid more attention to my son and covered him up a little bit..."

"Perhaps everything can be saved."

Old Shelley listened silently to his son's venting, occasionally raising his eyebrows or nodding in his words.

He really knows how to piss someone off.

"You are too old. You should have handed over the Shelley family to me."

Old Shelley said, "Yeah, you should have said this when I was drunk. After all, some decisions are so stupid that they can only be made when the head is not clear."

Bang.

John Shelley smashed the table.

"you…"

His face turned red with anger, but he didn't know how to retort.

"You are my son, not my father, John. It is your honor that I am willing to share a little bit of the glory of the Shelley family with you." James Shelley was very calm: "But this does not mean that it should be Belongs to you."

"Understand?"

John leaned on the chair, took a few rough breaths, and suddenly calmed down.

His father was going to die soon.

What else is there to be angry about?

"You should learn from the Taylor family, old man." He could no longer hide the contempt in his words and the disdain in his eyes: "I have wanted to say it for a long time, I have wanted to tell you for a long time. If you were like Bellows, I'm afraid I would have Do something better than you."

The calm, even joking old father teased: "Oh, yes, I'll leave it to you long ago, and then I have to follow behind and wipe your ass all day long."

"I'm really afraid of tearing the paper."

"John, do you know why old Bellows was happy to hand over the Golden Smoke to Randolph Taylor?"

He stared at his son with those cloudy eyes, almost looking into his flesh and between his bones.

"Because Randolph Taylor is a worthy heir."

"And you..."

He sighed slightly.

"Just a piece of trash."

Crunch.

John wanted to stand up, stand up straight, and tell his father condescendingly: No matter what you say, you will die.

But he can't.

The chair seemed to stick to his whole body through his clothes.

"Look, you haven't even understood the rules." James Shelley became more and more disappointed and shook his head: "The standards are beyond standard and stupid. If your mother was not extremely loyal to me, I would have doubts about you. Was it born to me?"

Rose tilted her head.

'It's terrible to be dying. ’

Roland pursed his lips: 'No, I think he is usually like this too -'

Not to mention, James Shelley probably...

Will not die.

"Mr. Shelley, have you thought about it?" Roland interrupted the fight between father and son - or should it be said that it was a unilateral beating by old Shelley.

John Shelley took a deep breath and made his final decision.

He couldn't wait indefinitely.

"I'll vote for you."

After placing the domino representing "life" in front of him into gap No. 6, John also asked Madeline and Rebecca to vote.

Plus Rose’s follow-up vote.

Now, Roland can declare victory.

"If you don't want this victory and have to play with us endlessly, sir... you'd better think carefully." John threatened: "James Shelley has nothing to do with you, does he? He will either die in this dream Either, leave the dreamland and be killed by my lover."

"You can choose to gain the friendship of the next Shelley heir, or you can choose to offend him."

Roland picked up the death card.

"Of course I listen to you, 'new head of the family'."

He pitched in James Shelley's number.

So does Rose.

Seeing this, John finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Completely relieved.

The dust has settled.

His father is dying.

"Why are you mocking me now? Say it quickly, otherwise, you will have no time, Mr. Shelley, my dear...father."

James Shelley said nothing and only threw his "vital energy" at Roland.

Click.

This domino made a different sound.

As it took off, the girl who had been silent for a long time finally moved.

She clapped her hands, as if she had watched a grand and rare performance, and was extremely happy.

"Mortals always bring me joy."

she said.

"Then, I declare-"

"The game of "Only the two with the most votes can survive" is over! "

After the girl stood up holding her head, she used her arms to bring her head to the dazed Madeleine and pale John.

Laughing in that direction.

"I didn't say what will happen to the person who gets the most "death" votes... That's you, it's what you think, right? "

"O Pilgrim, my—"

"The source of happiness..."