The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 881: Prank

While smoking, Zhou Xiang felt more peaceful the more he looked at his mother.

It was as if he would stop cursing once he fell asleep, and he worried to the heavens that he was incompetent and could not support his wife and children - so dying would be a good thing.

The world is not good, it’s not his fault.

As for the wife...

Zhou Xiang plans to think about it tomorrow.

He hugged his pipe, rested his head against the wall, and slept together with his mother's body, closing his eyes in the stinking smell.

suddenly.

He sat up suddenly and went to the outer room to find a mirror.

daughter…

The big girl is following a noble man.

So, now he should...

The face in the mirror was dark.

Zhou Xiang seemed to have been prepared. He silently took out a cloth bag from his pocket, opened the wrapped pancake and took bites of it.

Biting.

Look at yourself in the mirror.

Why exactly…

"Why can't it become purple energy?" he muttered.

Why——

suddenly.

The color changed.

Purple.

Purple silk gauze.

Zhou Xiang was overjoyed: "Gone...? Really gone...black...black..."

The person in the mirror was covered in black.

"No...no no...that's not right! I don't want black...purple! I want purple air! Purple air!"

He went mad and stared fiercely at the monster in the mirror.

The monster was covered in purple veil.

half an hour.

A ridiculous thought flashed through my mind.

"Blue hat..."

He muttered to himself.

then.

The person in the mirror put on a blue hat.

"A black towel."

The person in the mirror was wearing a black cloth.

"Purple Qi... Your Excellency's Purple Qi..."

A cloud of purple mist surrounded the smiling face in the mirror.

Zhou Xiang was finally happy.

He danced and clapped his hands, and he didn't even know where his pipe went.

"If I had known it would be so easy...haha...ha...purple air...purple air...ink...we are all going to die...we are all going to die hahahaha..."

A mad, almost godlike mortal smashes the mirror.

He walked onto the street, changing the color of his eyes at will.

“If I had known it would be so easy... You! And you! Hahaha... You are about to die... and turn black... Black! That’s right... Hahaha... Only I can decide life and death... I have become... I am a noble person...”

The world goes on as usual.

Those who fight die in battle, and those who are busy die in busyness.

Children were born and children died.

Evil people do evil things, and good people do good things.

Zhou Xiang was put into a bag in a daze and fell into a damp and cold ice cellar.

Everything in front of his eyes was colorful and his mind could no longer distinguish between his wife, mother and daughter. In a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness, he seemed to see several people coming and going, one after another.

He heard the whipping, the wailing, the questioning.

But he was shivering and dizzy and couldn't speak clearly.

He was carried somewhere and someone gently touched his forehead, nose and lips with their fingers.

He was drowsy and seemed to be walking in a dark forest.

The moon is still yellow.

Ying'er rubbed her neck and waited under the tree for who knows how long.

"Master."

She called him as she used to, and laughed at the man's wooden face and stupidity, then pulled his wrist and went deeper into the woods.

The bonfire was lit.

Zhou Xiang felt his lips were sticky as if smeared with honey, and he couldn't open his mouth. He watched the old man stand up tremblingly, and two lines of hot tears wet his clothes uncontrollably.

In this forest leading to dreams, he seemed to be completely free from the vicious curse of opium, stretching his limbs and soul freely, and touching the emotions that had been suppressed in the closet for many years.

"mother."

"Ai."

"mother."

"Ai."

Zhou Xiang wiped his eyes and suddenly felt empty in his stomach.

"I'm hungry."

The old mother looked at him as if he were a three, thirteen, twenty-three, or thirty-three-year-old child, and her answer was no different from when she was a child.

"Mom will make it for you."

"mother."

"Ai."

"she…"

The old mother nodded Zhou Xiang's head, glanced at Ying'er, and said angrily: "Bring someone here, what woman doesn't have a temper... Go to the front, the big girl and I are waiting for you."

Zhou Xiang burst into laughter.

"Then go!"

He held his mother's and Ying'er's hands, crossed the bonfire, and went deeper into the forest. The three shadows gradually went away.

"mother."

"Ai."

"I'm sorry."

"Huh."

"I'm sorry Ying'er."

"Master..."

"I'm sorry, Big Girl and her mom."

"Son..."

"mother."

"Ai."

"It's all because of the bad times. I could have done great things."

"Okay, do big things, do big things."

"If I hadn't been fooled, deceived by the eyes that look for evil and the foreigners' opium, the prostitute who cheated me of my car, the black-hearted thief who harmed the girl, this messy and cannibalistic world..."

“I was supposed to do something big.”

The old mother held her son's hand, neither blaming him nor blaming the world on her son's behalf.

The moon veil is soft.

Zhou Wangshi held her daughter's hand and stood quietly by the lake in the eternal midnight.

The lake fog pulled the swan boat, carrying these people who had done all the good and evil in their lives to another perfect dream.

The fog is rolling.

Falling into a pair of golden eyes.

"Master Luo?"

Feng Rusong saw Roland staring at the crawling jelly in a trance, and couldn't help but whispered, "...but what did you find?"

Pale flames danced in sight.

…………

"Name": Miss Fox's Curse
"Type": Strange Item (Exotic)
[Description]: You are at the mercy of what you believe in.

A curious object with a passion for mortal flesh.

It was born from an alien species and died from the human heart - it was born with a love for mischief and could never tolerate a dull day.

Those who are willing to take risks will have extraordinary eyes.

Black: Kindness and love.

Purple: evil and hatred.

Red: Indifference.

White: Mercy.

"Is the color right? Is it wrong? Don't worry about it. Don't humans always pay the price for their arrogance?"

Note: It is alive, and you cannot expect a living thing to not have its own thoughts.

Note: After parasitism, you need to consume human hearts every thirty days and nights to appease Miss Fox's resentment - if not, it will start to make trouble.

Note: It does not like ritualists, especially mortals who are not clear about the 'price' and 'meaning of color'.

Note: As you increasingly rely on the colors in your eyes to judge the world around you, you will be at its mercy - this strange object will change the colors seen by the host according to the host's 'thoughts'... a little prank, not too much, right?

Note: This magical object will slightly bias the fate of the host, please be careful.

……

'so--'

'Am I the one who did evil?'

…………

"Master Luo?"

Roland bent down silently and picked up the rubbing marrow fluid.

"The more you rely on the colors in your eyes to judge the world around you, the more you will be at its mercy. Strangely, I don't even sense 'fear' and 'suspicion' in your soul."
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I believe you, Wrench.

"whispering sound…"
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I trust Miss Nina more.

"Don't talk to me anymore."

Roland couldn't judge which character in this story was more interesting.

I don't think this is a 'tragic' story either.

"Mr. Song Shu. Actually, Zhou Xiang doesn't have any gambling debts, right?"

Feng Rushong didn't know what Roland had discovered, but there was no need to lie to him.

This person is too loud.

"No."

He told the truth.

"When I secretly infiltrated the fake sect as 'Mrs. Feng', I had already heard the rumor that 'Zhou Dalu can predict life spans' - the two months' worth of cigarette coupons were given to me by Hua Daozi."

Roland nodded.

That's right.

"How his wife died."

Feng Rushong's eyes dimmed slightly.

"He came to the gambling house to ask for his daughter, and was stabbed..."

"Oh. Then what about Miss Zhou?"

Feng Rushong was silent.

Roland weighed the bone marrow crawling around in his hand.

Rather than saying that this story is interesting, it is better to say that the 'opium' in this story is interesting - much more interesting than this 'bone marrow that likes little pranks'.

Since leaving the "lost area" in London, he witnessed the power of opium for the second time with his own eyes...

This is no less than a long and sustained vicious spell cast by a high-level ritualist.

and also…

Regret.

Why do people always fail to cherish?

Mr. Zhou Xiang, you obviously already possess the most precious thing in the world.

Roland was satisfied. He threw the stinking corpse away and turned away.

(End of this chapter)