The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 473: Crazy Heart and Strange Bug

"How can I be rescued by you?"

Shandel held him calmly, letting the storm of blades pass through the corpse, and then through the dagger, wreaking havoc in her flesh.

"I never thought that Lady Eve's universal ritual would come in handy one day..."

The room began to decay as she watched.

Revealing the expressionless 'Xander Kratov' on the ruins - they were covered with wriggling black insects, some long, some thick, and some as thin and curly as hair.

Fluffy and densely packed.

Whatever their form, they are smooth and dark like gemstones.

They all looked at the woman in the center, like soulless puppets.

"You're about to lose."

They said stiffly.

"It's just 'soon'." Shandel wiped her hands on her skirt, found a chair, held up her chin, and said innocently: "He will definitely come to save me."

The 'Xandels' stared at her.

They all took a step forward.

"You belong to us," they said. "We can sense that you are a natural..."

Shandel blinked: "Bad seed?"

The girl shook her legs, and two thin gray stockings shone in the dark.

"I have no interest in associating with bugs. Although I don't know what you are... Sorry, I hate bugs."

The 'Xandels' didn't understand, and they tilted their heads in unison, imitating their bodies' habits. "Worms are just an external manifestation, human. If you want, we can also be cakes."

"Sorry, I hate cake too."

The 'Xandels' were silent.

They didn't understand what this woman who had killed several people who had fallen into danger to save her was thinking - they had extraordinary abilities and were even the natural enemies of all things, but they could never figure out the thoughts of these creatures.

They are always strange, cowardly, angry and greedy.

But at the critical moment, he can stand up.

Contradictory creatures.

"We control this dream."

'The Shandels' said.

"We can access shallow memories."

they said.

"Almost no creature can break free."

They whisper.

"Surrender your body, and awaken the world in its wake. We will give you power equal to that of the gods."

The gray-haired girl laughed crisply: "You also said it, it's 'almost'."

Shandel Kratov.

This female human immediately showed a quality far beyond that of an ordinary person after she fell asleep: she realized the problem almost in the next second, and, vigilantly, she did not eat or drink anything suspicious.

She was allowed to leave.

If she sensed danger, she should have left early.

But she didn't.

She just waited quietly for one person after another to come into her dreams and save her, and then.

look at them.

One after another, they indulge in dreams and are parasitized by them.

She observes the lives of these people in various identities, as a maid, as a mother, as a murderer or a business partner.

A life imagined in a dream.

They draw joy from it.

So is she.

At last.

In a happy ending.

Kill them with your own hands.

Use the 'ritual' that worms hate - the universal ritual from Eve:

Breath of the Storm.

Any ritualist can use the ritual if they pay enough: a sharp weapon prepared in advance, and a spirit that will withstand the ravages of the wind.

—The ritual destroyed the bugs in their pores.

The crushable insects also melt the spirits of the dreaming, parasitic people.

Death is not leaving.

They will never wake up.

"I don't know."

The 'Xandels' didn't seem to have much hostility towards Xandel, as if they were studious students, using the same expressions and asking the same questions.

The overlapping of these voices, along with the stiff faces and the corrupt world around them, is chilling.

"They are acquainted with you. Those two women call you... Sir."

'The Shandels' said.

The girl yawned. "I don't want to be rescued by these people." She said, "I want to wait for my savior."

The 'Xandels' became even more confused.

"He saves me every time, and makes me fall in love with him again every time..." The gray-haired girl smiled foolishly, not caring about the gray cracks gradually spreading on her skin - that was the evidence that her spirit could not withstand the destruction of the ritual.

As a universal ritual, Breath of Storm has not been widely used and spread, which must have its reasons.

This ritual is extremely dangerous.

It wants too much.

"He will come to save me. Only he can save me."

The 'Xandels' were puzzled: "You can leave... right now."

"How can that be possible?" Xiandel frowned: "This is a good opportunity."

"Chance?"

"A chance to deepen our relationship." Shandel stood up, opened his arms, tapped his toes, and turned around a few times.

Her torn skirt blended easily into the withered and decayed world around her.

"He was a hero in saving the vulnerable girl—"

Shandel's smile was a little twisted, and his voice was like a tree marked by the cold winter, which, although flourishing, knew its fate of withering.

"I?"

"Look. Many ritualists came one after another to save me, but they all failed... Only him! My savior, the fire of my soul came from the darkness and dispelled the cold for me... It's so wonderful..."

The 'Xandels' all tilted their heads to the other side: "Isn't it because of you that they failed?" The girl with ragged skin that matched the surroundings paused, raised a finger and put it on her lips:
"Hush... Sooner or later he will want to preserve me like he preserves the relics of his loved ones..."

She is kind and sincere.

Speak to them as if they were a mirror.

"We will get through every danger together..."

The 'Xandels' fell silent.

It's not like they haven't seen such people before.

On the contrary, in countless moments, there are always some that are exceptionally crazy and outstanding.

And each one of them will cause huge trouble - for them, yes.

Human beings with such characteristics mean obstacles and troubles.

They were unwilling to let go of such a precious opportunity and waste it on this outstanding but useless human.

She knew them and had no use for them.

"You can leave."

"Oh, as he says--'I don't,' sir, ma'am, wheel and screw."

The smile that Shandel put on finally showed some malice:
"Of course I don't, little bugs."

she says.

Library lady.

Child with book.

Former candidate for Saint.

This girl, who was born in hell but was as wealthy as a prince, possessed great skills and the knowledge she studied day and night, which helped her find the key to repel the enemy in every danger.

such as.

What are these bugs.

as well as.

They are afraid and terrified of something.

She couldn't believe that such a thing would appear in her dream, but since she had encountered it...

"You see, killing two birds with one stone."

Shandel was obviously very satisfied with his actions.

That face that makes people happy and fond of it no matter how long they look at it, although now covered with cracks, still chatters away and conveys its happiness in all directions.

She hid her excitement in the cracks, enduring and accumulating.

When the man felt comfortable, she leaned over and whispered softly into his chest hair:
'You have the plague.'

Then she saw him jump up from the rough sheets in shock, shouting "God bless you" and hitting her to make her take back her curse.

Then she would shake his hand with all her heart and tell him:

'You really have the plague, really.'

She just waited for the man to ask, in surprise, why she said that and when.

She was willing to answer and pointed at herself.

'Just now, sir.'

And let out a sharp and scary laugh like a monster bird.

This is her happiness.

I saw people scratching themselves madly, rubbing that thing until it bleeds, pouring milk on themselves, and then vomiting and having diarrhea. In the end, they still had a fever, vomited blood and phlegm, and their bodies were ulcerated and wailing.

Only then did she lower her head and cry, saying, "Sir, I am not sick, but the brush you use to brush yourself, the brush in the corner of my room, is not mine."

Interesting world.

"look."

Shandel gathered his scattered gray hair, and his azure blue eyes were like two pure and flawless gems - gems in the stomach of a monster glued together by malice.

"You got into their bodies and asked them to use the rules to 'fall' and wake up in the waking world..."

"You little guys, you want to go to the waking world and cause trouble, don't you?"

"You are interested in humans. You parasitize on their flesh and souls, and whisper in the cracks of their hearts..."

"You think so, don't you?"

The 'Xandels' nodded frankly.

"This dream is about to be shattered. Human, we need you, or other visitors. Don't use that ritual, let us leave smoothly before it is destroyed - we will give you what you want..."

The girl was silent for a moment: "You, do you really want to leave?"

They all said yes.

Shandel's mouth widened into a grin, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

She laughed so hard that every inch of her flesh was out of place, as if several pairs of invisible hands were pulling at her face from all directions.

"How about that?"

When she saw those who were silent and choked, a wave of joy welled up in her heart.

"How can that be done?"

She waited happily for her savior to bring destruction, love and the physical pain of missing her day and night.

"Your friends won't come." The 'Xandels' said firmly, and continued to threaten and lure the only human who still had a chance to leave this dream: "Your spirit will soon be unable to withstand the power of the ritual... If you can-"

"He will come." The girl rubbed the back of her hand, the cracks that secreted discolored substances: "He can't bear to leave someone like me."

"He'll be like the first five..."

"Maybe?" Shandel tilted his head: "Then, let us be torn apart along with this dream..."

she said with a smile.

"I want to die with him..." The voice sounded more yearning: "I have never seen a dream collapse completely. Do we have time to do more?"

Faced with such an 'outstanding' human being, the 'Xandels' finally realized that all words were useless...

Shandel tore the peeling skin off his arm and frowned slightly.

This self-inflicted pain could no longer bring her any more divine thrills.

Come quickly.

I killed a lot of people who were in the way.

fast.

Come on.