The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 684 Ch.683 Visitors and Beast Intuition

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「Name」: Visitor
Type: Invisibility
Description: Coming from the deep sea.

Starting with the shoes arranged in reverse order, the guests from the sleep world are invited through the mouthpiece that drinks the evil blood...

The caster needs to possess some special "influence" to cut and penetrate the barrier between wakefulness and sleep, using flesh and soul as anchors to guide and open the door to miracles.

Note: You own it.

But the great and sharp being does not recommend that the foolish and blind waste treasures that are no longer easy to obtain.

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So, please ask the 'Great Sharp Being', you also don't think that it was John Ancher who actually completed the ceremony.

"It's obvious."

"By the way, I think this title suits me better."

The 'influence' that the wrench was talking about was the reward he received after passing through the door - the reward after meeting Saint Archbishop, representing the influence of 'closing', 'disassembling' and 'opening'.
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So, I can use this ritual too?

"We need a medium."

“But I don’t recommend it.”

"Your blood represents an almost extinct species. I don't think anyone other than Delis can 'raise' a 'sacrificial treasure' - if the ritual is successful, you must be prepared to face a truly terrifying monster that will not show mercy."

"This creature was able to fight against high-level ritualists in the past."

"As for other media...eyeballs and throats?"

"Do you have any other good ideas?"
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I also want to see Aurora.

"I knew you were thinking about that disgusting thing."
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What the hell? -
Isn't it a goblin?

"You are deceiving yourself."

"You know what goblins look like. You've seen them with your own eyes."
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The ugly thing in the bottle is not a goblin.

“Humans love to deceive themselves.”
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What else is Aurora?
"whee."

Roland: ...

No success.

My mood suddenly turned bad.

Roland stood up with a droopy face and went upstairs, followed by Chandel and the Anchers.

Re-entering the bedroom, John Anchel still maintained the same appearance as before.

Wrapped in a quilt, speaking street slang.

He should be able to get along well with Rose - as long as he can beat the Snitch.

"Exorcist, if you take my father's money and do nothing, I will report you to the town police... Don't think that we Ancher family in Basildon don't have--"

"Shut your mouth! John! Will you please--"

"How can you speak to a child like that?"

How does this family live?

Roland couldn't help but be curious.

"Sir, Madam. I'm afraid I'll have to talk to little Mr. Ancher alone - some questions and answers are best left between him and me... Can I?"

Without waiting for the couple to respond, Shandel turned around first, opened the door, and waited at the door.

Her behavior served as a guide, and without much hesitation, old Anchel pulled his reluctant wife out of the room together.

The door was quickly closed.

Roland didn't wait any longer. He stepped on the corroded wooden board with traces of slime and asked directly, "Tell me, Mr. John Anchel. Who summoned a monster by what medium - in your room?"

Anyone who has not died in adolescence, anyone who has lived through those crazy, romantic, stupid years, knows that children of a certain age, both boys and girls, are extremely stupid.

They care more about 'dignity' than 'interests'——

Even if someone comes to them because of them, to solve their problems, once they damage their self-proclaimed dignity which is actually as big as an old man's urination...

Then, they will turn against each other.

The best example is right before our eyes.

The boy on the bed almost jumped up.

"Who are you talking to?!"

Roland blinked and said, "It's been a long time since I've been beaten, sir, especially by someone close to my age."

John Anchel was no longer the obedient man he was in front of his mother. His handsome face became twisted and fierce - like a gangster who failed in theft and turned to robbery. He threw back the quilt, got out of bed barefoot, and walked in two or three steps to Roland.

Head up.

"You better have some respect for me, Exorcist."

"I'm the leader of the Bad Boy Gang!"

Roland: ...

"puff--"

"What did he mean by help?!"

"Quick! Ask again!"

"Finally I met a naming enthusiast who is even worse than you!"

“Hahahahahahaha!”

Roland: ...To be honest, he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't react for a moment.

too suddenly.

"Bad...what?"

"You haven't heard of the Bad Boy Gang?" John Anchel put his fist against Roland's chest and pushed hard (although it didn't move at all). "Oh, I see. You look about the same age as me, but you haven't been to school for a day - you probably don't have parents, and you can't afford to go to school."

"Is that why you do this kind of work everywhere?"

"In a way, he's right."
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Just shut up.

It had been a long time since Roland had beaten a mortal.

Bullying can be a means, but it's best not to treat it as a hobby.

"I want those two scimitars so badly, John. Now, I am so curious about the story behind them..."

"so…"

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The thin door could not block out John Anchel's wails.

And cries for help.

Before the husband could speak, the wife became anxious.

She almost grabbed Shandel's hair and threw her against the iron oil lamp stand. During the struggle, she was hit hard on the waist by a cold gun barrel.

The girl who had been gentle and polite all the way was also frightened. She couldn't stop crying and pulled out her pistol in panic, but didn't dare to pull the trigger.

But after the woman staggered back, he held her up tremblingly, crying and asking her and her husband not to get close.

"My...my partner...cannot be disturbed..."

Mrs. Ancher was furious: "He's beating my child! You dirty bitch! Get out of the way! Otherwise! I'll call the town police and hang you in the square!"

Loyalty to one's partner outweighs the fear of death.

The gray-haired girl cried miserably, and trembled like a rabbit facing a shotgun - but she still insisted on her principles: she would not allow anyone to disturb her partner or enter the house.

At this moment, the wailing in the room suddenly became louder.

She couldn't bear to hear her child being beaten and abused.

Separated by a door.

Mrs. Ancher could even imagine what was happening in the room.

"Get out of the way!"

she shouted.

"I don't believe you dare to pull the trigger! Do you want me to go downstairs and find a shotgun?!"

She stood straight forward, her hawk-like eyes fixed on the trembling girl, trying to make her feel her resolute courage.

The benefactor is above.

The hand holding the gun was shaking. Did this filthy bitch really fire...even just one shot?
Probably just to scare people when you carry it with you.

She didn't dare shoot me.

Mrs. Anchel was about to move forward, but her body suddenly paused. A huge force pulled her backwards, away from the door in an instant.

It was old Ancher.

His husband.

The man grabbed his wife's wrist and pulled her back like throwing her out of a sack, causing her to stumble towards the wooden wall behind her due to inertia.

There was a bang.

The wife screamed like crazy: "Do you know what you are doing——"

Old Anchel stared at the sobbing girl quietly, no longer maintaining his dignity, and bent his old waist, which rarely showed an arc, towards her.

"…I apologize on behalf of my wife, miss."

A hint of disappointment flashed across those azure eyes.

The…

Feeling bored.

Having lost the opportunity, the girl, too lazy to disguise herself anymore, turned the gun in her hand, leaned against the door, and listened to the noises coming from inside the room.

It was the sound of fists hitting flesh and breaking bones, and the wailing of pain...

Like Mrs. Ancher, Shandel could imagine what was going on in the room.

Her master's fist-waving, black-haired pose...

Breathing.

The smell of sweat.

what…

So jealous.

John Ancher.

Shandel licked the corner of his mouth. The more he looked at the couple, the more he disliked them.

(End of this chapter)