The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 862: Lady Feng and Zhou Xiang

Chapter 862: Lady Feng and Zhou Xiang
The person who received Roland was a man named Mrs. Feng.

the man.

She has almond-shaped eyes and fair, delicate skin. She looks particularly unique in this sweaty gambling house, wearing a blue silk shirt.

He didn't seem surprised that foreigners and women would appear in the gambling house. He bowed and asked Yolanda the names of several people in a very literary way. But when he learned the purpose of their visit, he looked embarrassed:

"Wait a minute, dear guest. Zhou Xiang still owes me money, but I don't know where to find him..."

Yolanda replied softly, "The British merchant likes to search for strange and bizarre things. I heard that this guy was acting crazy and sometimes talking in his sleep, as if he were in prison, so I came to meet him."

Roland was very strange.

Yolanda suddenly became polite when she met this feminine man.

The man stroked his fingers and sighed, "It's okay to meet him once, but this guy sold his wife and daughter, and made his parents angry. He is really not a good person... Girl, if I hadn't stopped him, the foreign merchant would have been so inconsiderate..."

The two people's flowery conversation formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding "fuck your mother" and "you're a stinking hole".

Rose quietly approached Roland.

"What are they talking about?"

"We're talking about how to save this country... In reality, Yolanda is a spy for the rebels. After we hand over to this gentleman, we'll have to wipe out this poisonous place in one fell swoop."

Rose was skeptical: "You said you didn't understand last time."

Roland said sincerely, "If you want to hear it again, I can say it again."

Got stepped on.

Yolanda didn't notice what was happening behind her, and took out two pieces of silver from her sleeve and stuffed them over.

The man weighed it for a few times and smiled: "This is all right."

Yolanda shook her head: "I wonder how much he owes on credit?"

"Three hundred taels."

consternation.

Three hundred taels?
Are you kidding? Three hundred taels can buy enough food to fill the entire gambling house.

Realizing that this was another trick to harm people, Yolanda couldn't help but sneer: "A mere wheelwright has gotten into such a loss."

"Even a donkey has to roll over. Who forces it?" The feminine man didn't care. He walked sideways and ferried them through the corridor, leaving the noise behind.

As the smell of sweat faded away, Rose smelled a strong smell of blood.

The stench of decay, urine and blood.

In the darkness, the simplest yet most terrifying iron hook gleamed brightly in the sinister candlelight.

There were mottled iron chairs, oddly made thorny pestles, and several long brushes that were covered with fine iron spikes and looked like they were used to brush people, with pieces of rotten flesh hanging from them.

Halida subconsciously reached for her waist and moved closer to Roland.

"You just protect him, and I'm supporting you for nothing, Halida."

The maid lowered her eyes: "...This, this distance...can also...protect you..."

Rose pouted.

Roland saw the "big donkey" in an iron fence on the left.

It does have a pair of donkey ears.

He sat slumped in the corner, his face and body covered with grass and dark brown spots. His excrement and food were mixed in a clay bowl, and when he saw the 'newcomer' coming, a sound like a mouse's chirping came out of his clockwork.

"Ha...hahahaha...another one who is about to die...haha..."

Madam Feng turned around, bowed to Roland, whispered a few words to Yolanda, and slowly returned to the gambling house.

"He said we had half an hour."

Yolanda touched her empty sleeve.

It was still heavy when it came out.

Ever since she lost her home, her young lady and her master, she began to learn to "calculate" these yellow and white things that she once didn't even bother to look at.

Roland often saw this expression on Rose's face.

Whenever she decided to steal something, she found out that the other party had already sold it several times without any trace - for Rose, not stealing anything meant losing money.

"Zhou...Big Donkey?"

Roland flicked the mottled iron rod with his fingers.

The other party still had that stupid look on his face, pointing at Roland for a while, then turning to the women, muttering, "Die... You're all going to die..."

"So, a magical object? Or an invisible technique?" Rose knew what Roland suspected. Now it seemed that the possibility was indeed very high - the secret organ certainly had magical powers, but she didn't believe that a miracle would happen to such a loser who sold his lover and child.

"If the invisible art can remain in the flesh and blood forever and allow people to witness their fate, then it should not be the invisible art." Performing each invisible art requires a very high price, but it is hard to say whether the reward is worth it - such as a ritual that Roland had read in the library of the Tribunal.

Through the use of blood, the caster's important items and cat's eyes, the person performing the ritual can gain excellent night vision for a short period of time.

It sounds very practical and doesn't cost a lot.

However, everyone who has used this ritual has heard disordered cat calls of varying intensity.

At first, it was only once a day.

None is louder than footsteps.

then.

twice.

three times.

four times.

Taking the time when the ceremony was held as the origin, as time went on, the cat calls they heard became more frequent and louder.

Roland had imagined in his spare time that if there really were a large group of cats surrounding him and meowing all day long, anyone would probably collapse - and that was exactly what happened.

The record ends with the words of the caster:
'When I pierce my eardrums with a candle, I feel at peace. Troubles are far away from me, and my soul will repent in eternal silence.'

Roland believed that he wrote the first half of the sentence himself, but as for the second half...

Maybe he said that because he couldn't stand being beaten all the time.

A brief period of night vision, in exchange for a permanent loss of hearing.

This is why the invisible art is so strange and difficult to judge, and why the Inquisition never allows mortals to touch it:

The cost is high, and most can be driven by mortals.

It is seen by the ritualists as unsafe and absolutely foolish to use.

But for mortals who have never been blessed by the mystery, they are willing to pay any price to experience this "great power".

From this point of view.

There is no way this man's power could be brought about by the invisible technique, otherwise it would be too 'generous'.

"Strange object."

Roland whispered, and then raised his voice, "Tell us about your experience of 'seeing life span', Mr. Donkey. In return...how about getting you out?"

Zhou Xiang stared at him sinisterly, muttering dirty words.

"I don't deal with the dead..."

He shook his arm and tilted his shoulder. The broken hand drooped lifelessly in the candlelight.

"You're all going to die... You... The people in the casino... The people in this town... You're all going to die... Hahahaha... You're all dead..."

"I don't understand. If you can see everyone's lifespan, then what about your own?" Yolanda asked softly, "They said you pissed off your mother to death... Is this your destiny?"

Zhou Xiang showed a fierce look.

“That old woman who should have died long ago actually lived to be a hundred years old, hahahaha… But… I killed her… I strangled her to death with my own hands… I am destiny… I am… I can control everyone’s life… I… I am…”

As he was talking, he suddenly scratched his ears and cheeks and began to breathe heavily.

The choking coughs almost squeezed everything in his stomach out of his throat.

At this moment.

The man in blue shirt slowly opened the door and came in with a lantern.

In his other hand he held a half-full pipe.

He threw him into the iron cage, and Zhou Xiang pounced on him like a wild dog.

at the same time.

Roland's eyes also showed circles of white flames.

The entire corridor.

There were crashing sounds everywhere.

"I should feed the livestock, my lords."

The man in blue shirt said softly.