The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 645 Ch.644 The Flashing Unlucky Guy

Of course there is no god of spindles.

To prove this, it can be done through the "Great Ritual" - the followers of the Crown God can activate the Great Ritual to sublime their flesh and blood or soul.

And those paths without the watchful eyes of gods can only survive like maggots in the storm.

The grand ceremony is the best proof.

However, from another point, which is not so "serious", it can also be proved that this woman is lying:

God of the spindle.

If a god is called "Spindle", and what he wants is for his followers to get rid of ignorance, fight for freedom of body and soul, grasp the blade and poison, become fierce and feared -

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

Think about who always touches the spindle and who this thing is for.

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 person who established this cult had intended to play with people's minds from the very beginning.

It’s a pity that these ignorant people did not notice or understand the ridicule and sarcasm 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 grow your reputation.

As for the woman on the windowsill, she probably also knew her identity.

This is a thief.

Only the most skilled thieves could have gotten into a house without making any noise.

——Maybe she wanted to find a safe place to use as a base, or she might even want to steal this old house that had long lost its human touch.

She opened the window and heard their conversation.

She won't survive this night...

But it's good. If one or two criminals like this disappear, no one will care...

As for other identities?
police?

She knew it all too well.

Every case has been very 'clean' lately, the police won't put much effort into this kind of thing.

Those masters are busy collecting taxes from prostitutes all day long.

"Sisters, my compatriots! Look at this! This is the best example! Ignorant people like her are the ones who need true 'salvation'!"

Carlo raised his long sleeves and waved his arms loudly:
"She doesn't have a cold and bloody heart, and she can't recognize her own weak and cowardly soul!"

"If she didn't have the Silver Spindle, she would have worked for half her life, but the money she earned would have to be handed over to her husband!"

The girl smiled and continued, "Not only will I leave it to him to look after, I will also find him a few decent and gentle lovers."

Carlo: ...

What bullshit is she talking about?
"Ignorant people! Everyone! The most stupid ignorant people are right before our eyes!"

"I can't help it," the girl shook her head and sighed, "He is just too handsome. You know what? He is not just ordinary handsome. It is hard for me to describe him to a fool like you who has never seen the world-"

"Well, he is not only handsome, but also strong, humorous, sometimes cold and sometimes gentle... Oh, I will never get tired of looking at those eyes for the rest of my life... But they belong only to me, incomparable..."

"What should I do? Are you dying of envy?"

The girl stretched and jumped down from the windowsill.

"Carlo, Carlo, it's hard for me to explain to you how many enemies you have to face in order to snatch a highly coveted treasure. You cultists who kill loved ones and relatives like animals can't understand, right?"

"Not only do you lack humanity, you don't even have brains. You are really pitiful."

Carlo.

Cultists.

These two words make a woman's hair stand on end in an instant!

"Kill her!"

Carlo screamed!

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

Silver light flashes.

The moment their shoulders crossed, Rose gently made way.

The sturdy woman took a few steps forward in disbelief, covering the silk-thin wound on her neck.

Walked a few more steps.

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

The gushing red was like a mad horse peeing everywhere, all over the wall.

Rose moved her five slender fingers one after another like playing a piano, and the silver blades moved back and forth between them. She made a sound on the floor, which was even more frightening than the sound a few minutes ago.

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

boom--!
The bullet hit the closet, exploding in a cloud of sawdust.

Rose simply overturned the round table, and the tray fell to the floor, extinguishing the candle.

The room fell into darkness.

"Kill her! Kill her for me!"

"If she doesn't die, we'll all die! Kill her!"

Carlo shouted, but he kept backing away.

Some people are smarter.

The woman who happened to be near the window squatted in the dark, leaning on the wall with the faint moonlight, intending to escape from where Rose entered.

then.

She stood up.

I saw a black muzzle of a gun.

And an old man with a mouth full of black teeth holding a gun.

"Stay healthy."

Dan Budge grinned.

boom--!
The body is still moving forward due to inertia, but the skull has the intention to turn back.

The gunshots started to get more frequent. The women near the corridor were tumbling and crawling, almost covering their mouths in fear, afraid that their hearts would burst out of their stomachs - they had never seen such a scene in their lives, so they pulled and crawled for a long time, and only one woman with more strength was the first to push down the others and turn the key to open the front door of the old house.

Outside, the expressionless detective seemed to be waiting for a long time, his arm at arm's length, the muzzle of his gun pointed at her face.

He pulled the trigger without saying a word.

boom--!
Some who had managed to "break through" by using their compatriots' flesh and blood as shields, then madly went around the trees and tried to go in another direction - towards the exit of the city.

But in the blurry cold fog.

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

The woman in standard maid attire had a thick, long braid and a pair of silver eyes as unrestrained as the top of her head as she stared over quietly.

She walked slowly, her head slightly raised, holding a bone-cutting knife that was slightly longer than a dagger. Every arrogant step she took cut through the silver fire as loudly as a horn.

'Give the blood of the Lamb.'

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

The messenger of death, his long skirt swaying, came slowly towards the source of her joy.

She raised her knife.

then.

It was a loud dog bark.

"Wang!"

The gunshots outside the window and door made Carlo's heart grow 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 is no time for that either.

She gritted her teeth and summoned her still unfamiliar strength.

A sudden cold pain rolled up from the mouth.

The soundless explosion of light made everyone squint their eyes - within half a second, Carlo completely disappeared in the house.

"Mystical organ? Wonderful object?"

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

not far away.

The ball of light exploded again.

The staggering woman turned around and gave Rose a vicious look, then glanced at the silver man standing among the remains with a knife, cursed in her heart, and quickly ran towards the city!

"Get her now!"

"Halyda! Stay and help Kingsley!"

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

This power that can span space...

Once we let her escape, it would be difficult to catch her again.

The two men chased in the direction Carlo fled, 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 haphazardly built old-fashioned houses.

Dan Budge and Rose couldn't get their bullets to catch up with a person who was probably only the size of a mouse and was running around in all kinds of cover.

What's more, every once in a while, she would 'move' further away.

The distance between them is growing.

Carlo gasped, turned his head and stared gloomily at the woman who was chasing him.

She always has 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 has plenty of time for revenge...

This green-eyed woman...

suddenly.

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

A wide carriage crossed the intersection in the quiet night, turned a corner and headed towards the city.

Carlo had trouble calming the panting caused by exhaustion in his flesh and blood.

If the woman persisted, she would have to activate 'that thing' four or five times - or seven or eight times.

The price is too high.

She couldn't bear it.

Carlo thought about it, took a few steps forward, and hid behind the wall.

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

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

She disappeared too.

……

in the carriage.

The sudden explosion of white lightning frightened the girl so much that she screamed loudly. The next second, the pointed-faced man next to her covered her mouth and held her in his arms.

There are quite a few people on the bus.

The panting woman quickly scanned several faces: the girl in the arms of the pointed face, the old woman dressed as a maid, and a man who closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Oh…

There are men who look like this...

He must be the owner of this carriage.

Carlo was stunned for a moment, and without waiting for the old maid to touch the wine bottle, he stepped forward and put the dagger against her neck.

"Do as I say."

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

"Tell the driver to go to the South District, quickly! I want the fastest speed!"

then.

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

(End of this chapter)