The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 136 Ch.135 Time Flies
The wilderness is full of green in spring.

The azure and mist embraced the man, leaving shadows and interweaving with the sunlight.

He was wearing a top hat, holding a cane under one arm, and with his other hand stretched out, making a canopy over his brow.

The scattered ancient oriental buildings are like nuts buried in green soft cakes, with occasional smoke rising from the chimneys.

Some moss-covered stones were carved into the shape of frogs.

A dirt road winds away into the distance.

The man took off his deerskin gloves and grasped them several times in mid-air.

"This dream... has too strong a suppressive power over the mysterious."

he murmured.

But he had bought the "coordinates" at a high price from a second-ring ritualist - a piece of white paper in the shape of a human, said to be sandwiched in a book.

A new dream.

The stronger the repressive power of the "mystery" in a dream is, the more valuable things are hidden there.

For example, secret transmission.

Or, xenomorph.

"Let me see what I can get..."

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the sun, suddenly feeling confused.

just…

Is the sun's position there?
A shadow fell over the wilderness.

The sunlight was slanted and half hidden by clouds.

"Time is messed up... No, not sure yet."

He had no time to appreciate the scenery, so he quickened his pace and crossed the wilderness before sunset.

Crossing a stone path that may have once been a river but is now dry.

The stone platforms are right in front of you.

Still covered with slippery moss.

He smelled the fragrance.

"Village."

he said to himself.

"The possibility of the emergence of alien species has increased."

The man kept thinking while walking.

After climbing up the stairs, he found it was indeed a 'strange' city - but he was not surprised.

For dream explorers, there are too many wonders to be seen.

He had seen upside-down worlds, forests of endless time, and islands infested with ghouls.

This place is not worth mentioning to him.

In fact, based on his rich experience, as long as there are intelligent creatures in this dream and as long as they can communicate, then he can survive easily.

Because even with the mystery suppressed, his brain was still racing.

This is what makes humans superior to other creatures.

"Maybe it's time for me to get lucky."

He walked with a cane on the moss-covered stone road.

There were shops of peculiar styles everywhere—some he recognized, from different eras, and some he didn't recognize, so he avoided them cautiously.

"Dreams of the East..."

The sizzling barbecue smells delicious.

The man swallowed subconsciously, but he turned his feet and walked in a very large arc, bypassing the store where there were no waiters but steaming steaks.

Explorer's Rules:
Don't rashly touch food, water, or anything in your dreams that you cannot guarantee is safe.

Does anyone know if eating this will turn you into a frog?

"The sky..."

He forgot how long he had been wandering around the market.

The sun is about to disappear.

As the sky gradually darkened, the entire long street became brighter.

One by one, the bright red lanterns were lit, and the lights were brilliant.

Black, upright figures appeared in the streets and shops, ignoring the man and passing through him in groups.

“The world is different at night than it is during the day.”

The man narrowed his eyes and followed carefully.

At the end of the long street.

A huge wooden arch bridge.

It is also the destination of many dark shadows.

"Maybe it's the location where some event took place."

He did not venture onto the bridge, but stopped for a moment behind the thatched house wall on the side of the bridge pillar, observing these "visitors" and their destination.

Red walls, green tiles, and purple shamans hanging down.

Through the windows, the ancient building in the dark is brightly lit.

Huge, illegible characters were branded on the doorplate at the entrance.

It seems like a magnificent palace in the night.

"It seems that my luck lies in this."

With the experience of an explorer, he still chose not to follow those shadows onto the bridge - he would leave an "anchor" here to facilitate entering again later.

This is a long and extremely cautious exploration.

"You can try catching a 'shadow' first."

As he was thinking, he suddenly felt a pair of fiery gazes staring at him from behind.

The man turned around warily.

There are weeds growing not far away.

one…

Child? He has semi-long hair, shorts, and sharp eyes.

"Hello, young sir." The man smiled quickly and bowed slightly: "I am a traveler who has strayed into this place. May I ask--"

"You shouldn't be here, living one."

A crisp voice interrupted him.

"W-what?"

"I said." The boy's face was more mature than his appearance, "You shouldn't come here."

"The living."

The living…

This sentence made the man react immediately.

here it is…

The land of the dead?

"The Land of the Dead..."

Of course he had been in similar dreams.

Not uncommon.

"So, how do I leave?"

The man thought for a moment.

The first goal is to ensure that there is no conflict with these monsters. After that, we can consider how to capture one to torture...

"Believe me, I mean no harm."

His words received no response.

The boy just looked at him with a complicated expression.

half an hour.

"That's too late."

He whispered, a look of shame on his face.

"What?" The man leaned forward and listened. "You said——"

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his own hand.

That palm has become somewhat transparent.

thump—

thump…

thump—

The sound of the ancient bell echoes in my ears.

Some women's humming mixed with the sound of bells.

The long, strange and eerie tune floated softly into his ears.

This made him stunned for a moment. He ignored his gradually fading body and listened attentively to these calls that might have come from another world.

'etc. '

He raised his hand to the child next to him.

This sound…

As if to tell him something.

He listened attentively, absorbed in his concentration.

The whole world seemed to be left with only the sound of bells and the woman's singing.

'God is bitter...'

'Time waits for no one.'

They sing.

'A wild dog with no distractions...'

'Flesh and blood gushed out.'

'Soul corruption.'

Sing and sing.

They are like the four seasons in an endless cycle, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes low-pitched, sometimes sensitive and charming like women, and sometimes rough and fierce like men.

The ballad is so elegant and exquisite, the composer must be no mediocre person who follows the rules.

An absolute artist.

'Time waits for no one...'

They sing.

This also entices, or invites, other creatures to join in the chant.

'Time waits for no one...'

The man's eyes were out of focus and he hummed softly.

His body almost completely blended into the night, like an indistinguishable ghost, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.

"Time flies..."

'Time waits for no one...'

The night is as dark as water, and behind me, the lights are bright.

A toad wearing a tall hat jumped behind the boy at some point.

"Mr. Bai."

"Ok?"

"The children are a little worried. It is said that a human has sneaked in."

The boy called 'Bai' shook his head, and before turning around, he hid the guilt and sadness on his face.

He looked at the toad that was not even as tall as his waist with an expressionless face.

"already solved."

He said.

A circle of invisible ripples spread out, leaving no trace behind.

(End of this chapter)