The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 540 Ch.539 The Fairy's Misjudgment and Dispute (Part )
Halida had a dream.

Lucid dreams.

She saw her former self.

She saw herself when she was 'taken away' from her mother, her baby brother, the iron pendant around his neck, the swaying boat, the salty sea breeze, the nauseating waves.

Rude sailor.

The uneasy and frightened self.

She saw a misty red storm, the sharp and disordered chaos was like a blade beheading everything in its path.

Whether it's a person, a wall, a ship, or a mountain.

Or a piece of land.

All the noise and disputes in the world burned in Halida's eyes, like the densely populated starry sky in a cloudless night, with flames of varying sizes burning everywhere.

They swayed in the wind, but were broken into drops of hot water, all of which melted into the roaring storm.

It enjoys all consequences indiscriminately and imposes the heaviest price on the smaller creatures.

Suffering.

Or causing suffering.

In the storm it made no difference.

They were swept in and merged into the fire mist, and were taught to become confused winds, roaring in uneven patterns as they cut through the mountain peaks.

Young couples in love at weddings provide blood, and enemies who are vengeful against each other provide teeth.

It scrapes away the souls of devout believers, the flesh and blood of poor, loyal women who have never had good luck in their lives, the legs of hardworking and brave men, and the eyes of innocent old people.

The child's nose, fingers and brain.

It is indifferent, as if to prove the forgotten sentence behind the words "God loves the world" -

'In His own way'.

Halida looked up at the huge, sky-blocking red, wearing clean white stockings, as if she saw herself in the fire, mist and storm.

'I am you.'

The woman in the fire and storm answered.

She saw a gorgeous dining table in front of the woman, and a second version of herself was lying on it.

She was marinated with seasoning and seared until golden and crispy.

She had fried bread slices stuffed between her toes and other crevices, thin slices of fish on her calves, ham on her knees, and a considerable amount of butter, cream cake, and almonds on her stomach.

Some sauce was spread on the neck and a thick layer of pie was spread on the face.

She cut open the food on her body and used her force to move through the entire body of flesh and blood.

Halida felt as if her soul had been ripped open.

She contracted and arched her body, but the only sound coming out of her throat was the clanging of metal clashing.

She seemed to be crushed alive, the minced meat dried into a thin, translucent cigarette paper, which was then rolled up by the giant's rough hands along with her soul, and then put to his mouth and smoked her dry.

She turned into mist and forged and struck in the giant's lungs.

then.

It rolled again and was blown out of its nostrils, growing a back and blade in the freezing cold wind.

The wet blood in the storm called out her name.

"Come on!"

'Never stop!'

then.

She also joined the storm.

Before the tranquil moonlight spread across the green carpet, the trembling body joined the storm.

She woke up with a start.

Extinguished the charming flames on every candle head.

Halida was in a daze, and she only felt that something was different - herself, or the world.

She seemed to have become like a beast, walking, thinking, dealing with disputes and expressing dissatisfaction with teeth and claws. Her throat could not utter clear words, but beasts did not need to read those sticky classical poems.

She wanted to break through the mystery and remember who she was.

She got up, stepped over the sleeping man, stumbled, and ran towards the place she remembered most deeply - the cabinet.

in the cupboard.

Open the cabinet.

in the box.

Open the box.

That rusty necklace, the one with the rough iron box hanging from it, the one her mother gave to her and her brother...

'mine…'

She growled in a muffled voice, and then growled like a vicious dog.

"Mine...! Mine!"

She roughly seized the necklace, and saw a coin on the velvet at the bottom of the box.

A large gold coin that was polished to a high shine. 'My...'

That's mine too.

Halida asked herself how she knew that, and she said she just knew it.

'mine!'

Halida picked up the coin, but found that she no longer had a hand.

A beast cannot be without claws.

"Looks like you need a little help."

This sudden hoarse scream came from behind the mirror. If Halida had fur, her whole body would explode.

She carefully removed every object from before the mirror - the candle, the spice box, the powder of unknown purpose, the two letters that were under the ink bottle and the ink bottle that pressed it.

Finally, the mirror.

She saw the crystal bottle.

It seemed as if there was a stream of light flowing through the crystal bottle, hiding an ugly monster not even as big as a palm.

It is alive.

Moreover, he speaks very logically.

"You need a little help, don't you?" The goblin licked his fangs.

A human being is running out.

Now, it has to choose a new 'master' in advance.

Obviously the woman in front of him was much better than Mason Lyle.

She just needs a little help to regain her sanity...

You can start a happy and crazy transaction with it.

"I can help you, woman." The goblin pressed his face against the crystal wall. He drooled a lot and looked greedily at the dark-skinned woman who was as agile as a leopard, watching the vigilance and confusion in her eyes. "I can help you."

it says.

"For a small price..."

It reproduced Mason Lyle's expression.

An expression that is under control.

"What do you want? Tell me, okay?"

Halida grabbed her toes, trying to hide each one under the blanket. She began to get nervous, and a familiar feeling came over her.

"I..." She said hoarsely, tilting her head slightly to observe this wonderful object: "What do I want?"

The goblin laughed.

"Right, you have to think about it. What do you want? What are you missing?" It said: "You have to remember, become normal, perceive the mystery, and become a ritualist - few goblins have eaten the souls of ritualists... Oh, I mean, I have cooperated with ritualists, right?"

It found that it had no need to hide.

Because the woman in front of him didn't understand at all.

"Think about it, Halida."

It suggests:

"You have to think about what you want before you can trade with me. For example...a younger brother?"

Halida's silver eyes moved slightly.

Some softened memories surfaced.

She squeezed her palm and opened it carefully.

The writing on it is blurred and difficult to read.

"younger brother…?"

"Yes, you have a younger brother, a baby brother, have you forgotten him? Where is he? He is lost, isn't he? Do you want to find him back?"

at last.

This nail pierced through the soul of Chaos.

The beast in pain suddenly woke up.

"I have a younger brother!"

"Yes, so I—"

The goblin didn't finish the next sentence.

It saw the woman outside putting an iron necklace on herself and stuffing the big gold coin into it. She screamed in pain, feeling hurt, and ran out of the tent using her hands and feet without looking back!
She didn't come back all night.

And never come back.

The fairy in the bottle stomped his feet in anger and punched the wall of the bottle!

"Ignorant mortal!"

"madness!"

"You should belong to me!!"

(End of this chapter)