The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 645 Ch.644 The shining unlucky guy

There is certainly no Spindle God.

To prove this, you can go through the "Grand Ceremony" - the followers of Guan Shen can drive the Grand Ceremony, thereby sublimating their own flesh and blood or soul.

And those paths that are not watched by gods can only survive like maggots in the storm.

The big ceremony is the best proof.

However, from another point, a less 'real' point, it can also be proved that what this woman told is a lie:

God of spindles.

If a god is called "Spindle", and what he wants is for his followers to get rid of ignorance, strive for freedom of body and soul, grasp sharp blades and poisons, and become fierce and awe-inspiring——

He would not, and believers should not, call Him "spindle."

Think about who always touches the spindle and who is going to use it.

If the doctrine is correct, He should be called "War" or "Fear", and should be in charge of "Temptation" and "Conspiracy"——

spindle?

It seems that the people who established this cult had a playful attitude and the intention of playing with people's hearts from the very beginning.

It is a pity that these ignorant people did not realize and understand the ridicule and irony hidden in this name.

"Of course our gods are real!"

The 'smart' Lord Carlo suddenly realized that this was a good opportunity.

This is a great opportunity to increase your reputation.

As for the woman on the window sill, she probably knows her identity.

This is a thief.

Only the best thieves can break into a house silently.

——She may want to find a safe place as a base, or she may want to steal this old house that has long lost its human touch.

She opened the window and heard their conversation.

She won't survive tonight...

But that's fine, if one or two such criminals disappear, no one will care...

As for other identities?

police?

She knew it all too well.

Every case lately has been very 'clean', and the police won't go to great lengths to do this kind of thing.

Those gentlemen are still busy collecting taxes from prostitutes all day long.

"Sisters, my compatriots! Take a look! This is the best example! Only ignorant people like her need real 'salvation'!"

Carlo raised his long sleeves and raised his arms loudly:

"She does not have a cold and bloody heart, and cannot recognize her weak and cowardly soul!"

"Without the "Silver Spindle", she would probably have to work for half her life, but her money would have to be taken care of by her husband! "

The girl smiled and answered: "Not only will I leave it to his care, I will also find him some decent, gentle and good lovers."

Carlo:…

What bullshit is she talking about?

"The ignorant! Everyone! The most stupid ignorant is right in front of us!"

"No way," the girl shook her head and sighed: "He is so beautiful. Do you know? That is not ordinary beauty. It is difficult for me to describe it to a fool like you who has never seen the world -"

"Well, he is not only beautiful, strong, humorous, sometimes cold and sometimes gentle... Oh, I will never tire of looking at those eyes for a lifetime... But they only belong to me, unparalleled..."

"What should I do? Are you going to die of envy?"

The girl stretched and jumped down from the window sill.

"Carlo, Carlo, it's hard for me to explain to you how many enemies you have to face to snatch a hot treasure - you cultists who kill your loved ones and relatives like livestock cannot understand. Right?"

"Not only do you have no humanity, you also have no brains. It's really pathetic."

Carlo.

Cultists.

These two words make the hair all over a woman’s body explode in an instant!

"Kill her!"

Carlo screams!

A sturdy maid opened her hood, rolled up her sleeves and rushed forward.

Silver light flashes.

The moment their shoulders crossed, Rose gently moved away.

The strong woman took a few more steps forward in disbelief, covering the wound on her neck that was as thin as a thread.

Walked a few more steps.

He fell to his knees on the floor and smashed his head into the chipped board.

The red spurts out like a crazy horse peeing everywhere, covering the walls.

Rose shook her five slender fingers in turn like playing a piano, and the silver blades weaved in and out of them. The sound she made on the floor was even more terrifying than the sound a few minutes ago.

She caught a glimpse of Carlo drawing his gun and quickly rolling under the table.

Bang--!

The bullet struck the closet, exploding a cloud of sawdust.

Rose simply overturned the round table, and the tray fell on the floor, destroying the candle.

The room fell into darkness.

"Kill her! Kill her for me!"

"If she doesn't die! We will all die! Kill her!"

Carlo shouted, but he kept retreating.

Some people are smarter.

The woman who happened to be near the window. She squatted down in the dark, using the faint moonlight, holding on to the wall, planning to escape from where Rose entered——

Then.

She stood up.

I saw a dark muzzle.

And an old man with black teeth holding a gun.

"I wish you good health."

Dan Barge grinned.

Bang--!

The body is still moving forward according to the inertia, but the skull has the idea of ​​​​turning back on its own.

The gunfire began to intensify.

The women near the corridor rolled and crawled, almost covering their mouths in fear, fearing that their hearts would squeeze out of their stomachs - they had never seen such a scene in their lives, so they pulled and tugged, crawled for a long time, and only one woman with more strength pushed the others first and turned the front door of the old house.

Outside the house, the expressionless detective seemed to have been waiting for a long time, with his arms level and the muzzle of the gun pointed at her face.

He didn't say a word and hastily pulled the trigger.

Bang!

And some who successfully "broke through" by using their compatriots' flesh and blood as shields went around the tree like crazy, trying to go in another direction - to go out of the city.

But in the blurry cold fog.

They saw a blurry shadow - the glow flowing from the cold and lonely bone plate above their heads gradually extinguished the mist.

The woman in standard maid clothing had a thick and regular long braid, and a round of secret silver eyes that were as unrestrained as the top of her head looked over quietly.

She walked slowly, slightly raised her head, holding a bone-cutting knife that was slightly longer than a dagger, and every arrogant step she took cut the silver fire loudly like a collision.

'Give the lamb blood. '

The woman murmured in fear, her stiff ankles seemed to be firmly stuck in the mud.

The messenger of death swayed his long skirt and came slowly towards the source of her joy.

A correct version in 1619 Book Bar!

She raised the knife.

Then.

There was a loud dog bark.

"Woof!"

The gunshots outside the window and the door made Carlo's heart heavier and heavier.

She tried to construct a pattern in her brain, identify the enemy's position, and find a reasonable and safe way to escape for herself - but it was too chaotic. The killing in the room made laughter, screams and wails one after another, and she couldn't concentrate on thinking.

There was no time to do so.

She gritted her teeth and mobilized her still unfamiliar strength.

A cold pain suddenly rolled up from her mouth.

The soundless explosion of the light ball made everyone narrow their eyes. In less than half a second, Carlo completely disappeared in the house.

"Mystical organ? Strange object?"

Rose kicked the woman who was trying to escape around her, stepped on her joints and broke them, and quickly jumped out of the window.

Not far away.

The light ball exploded again.

The staggering woman looked back at Rose fiercely, glanced at the silver man standing among the remains with a knife, cursed in her heart, and quickly ran towards the city!

"Catch her!"

"Halida! Stay and help Kingsley!"

Rose shouted to the sheriff beside her and Halida in the distance.

This power that can cross space...

Once she escapes, it will be difficult to catch her again.

The two chased in the direction of Carlo's escape, while Kingsley and Halida stayed where they were, asking those who were still standing to sit down or lie down.

Dark night, rugged roads, and old-fashioned houses built in a disorderly manner.

Dan Budge and Rose couldn't let the bullet catch up with a person who might be only the size of a mouse and was running around in all kinds of cover.

Moreover, every once in a while, she would "move" farther away.

The distance between them was getting farther and farther.

Carlo panted, turned her head, and stared at the woman chasing her.

She always had a chance...

As long as she survived tonight, she would immediately find a safe place and shut up completely.

Wait a day, a month, or even a year.

She had plenty of time for revenge...

This green-eyed woman...

Suddenly.

The sound of horse hooves from the corner interrupted Carlo's revenge plan.

A wide carriage passed the intersection in the quiet night, turned a corner, and went to the city.

Carlo could hardly calm the panting caused by fatigue in her flesh and blood.

If the woman pursued her relentlessly, she would almost have to activate "that thing" four or five times - or seven or eight times.

The price was too high.

She couldn't bear it.

Carlo thought for a moment, leaped forward a few steps, and hid behind the wall.

She stared at the stable and quiet carriage and gritted her teeth.

As the flash was blown away by the gust of wind.

She also disappeared.

...

In the carriage.

The sudden explosion of white lightning frightened the girl and made her scream loudly. The next second, the sharp-faced man next to her covered her mouth and hugged her.

There were many people in the car.

The panting woman quickly scanned several faces: the girl in the sharp-faced man's arms, the old woman dressed as a maid, and a man who closed his eyes and pretended to sleep -

Oh...

There was a man who looked like this...

He must be the owner of this carriage.

Carlo was stunned for a moment, and before the old maid could touch the bottle of wine, she stepped forward and put the dagger against the other's neck.

"Do as I say."

She pressed the dagger, trying to use the sharp blade to wake up the dozing "master".

"Let the coachman go to the South District, quickly! I want the fastest speed!"

So.

Before she lost consciousness, she only saw a pair of golden eyes.