The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 885 Ch.884 Causing Trouble*n
Another quiet night.

After wiping herself, the girl lay on her side on the soft pillow, muttering to the miniature version of Roland - this little man made of mycelium seemed to have inherited some power from its crybaby spirit, hidden in Rose so that no one could discover it.

She hadn't figured out when and how to tell Roland.

This is the spirit of the "Black Urn"...

At least part of it?

"What on earth do you want me to do?"

Little Roland tilted his head and sat cross-legged on Rose's pillow.

"Find an excellent ritualist and hand you over to him?"

Little Roland shook his head.

He pointed at himself, then at the tip of Rose's nose.

"I?"

Little Roland nodded.

"I don't want to." Although he had never seen the followers of the Black Jar, he had heard about them from Old Tom and Roland - this was a sect more disgusting than the Cradle of Flesh and Blood.

The same is true for roads.

She would rather be surrounded by flesh and blood than live in a water full of bugs.

The images in my dream that night kept popping up from time to time, making me feel sick - thick juice, spores, wriggling cysts, and the dense flapping sounds of wings in my ears.

Just thinking about it makes me feel uncomfortable.

“This road is just disgusting.”

Rose said something.

The little mycelium man on the pillow immediately pouted and wiped away his tears miserably.

"Idiot, Roland wouldn't do that... It's actually kind of cute if Roland really cries like that." Rose was amused by it and laughed out loud. She stretched out her finger and gently pressed her head: it was as smooth and cold as silk, and not as uncomfortable as the 'fungus' she had imagined.

"I won't fall for your trick."

Rose withdrew her finger.

"Once I get to London, I'll find a Black Urn Ritualist and hand you over to—where are you going?"

The little man on the pillow suddenly sat up with his ears perked up.

It looked out the window, jumped off the bed, and waved to Rose.

"Where?"

Little Roland pointed outside the door and was the first to squeeze out through the crack.

"Hey--"

This was also the first time that it did not obey Rose's 'orders'.

The girl gritted her teeth, cursed inwardly, got out of bed, put on her smock, and gently pushed open the wooden door - a winding 'silver path' was left on the moonlit land.

Shiny lines.

That's mycelium.

"Come back quickly!"

Rose lowered her voice, but little Roland walked out of the village without looking back.

She squatted behind the wall and turned one eye twice.

There weren't many people keeping watch.

'Once I catch you, I'll put you in a bottle...'

Rose muttered, tiptoed around the longhouse, and made a big circle from the other side.

Leaving Zhujia Village, the silver thread does not point to the 'main road': the long road to Nandu, or the short road to the county seat.

It climbed straight up the hill and led Rose up the mountain and into the woods.

'That's a bit like that fool.'

Rose pulled out her dagger, carefully cut off the dead branches that were scattered all over the place, and tried her best to step on the hard stones that did not make any sound - the hill was not high, but the vegetation was so dense that she could no longer see the way she came when she looked back after less than five minutes.

Some cicadas chirping.

The sound of birds flapping their wings.

"If I were bitten by a snake..."

A hollow tree.

Mycelium was sitting inside, swaying and kicking its legs. When it saw Rose approaching, it gestured to her to keep quiet and pointed to a place not far away.

Don't use it to point.

Rose had heard it.

The sound of fallen leaves being crushed and bushes rustling against boots.

And the sound of people talking.

'Young Master, we have to hurry...'

The voice was very vague, as if it had been deliberately concealed, so Rose could not hear it clearly.

She leaned against the dead tree trunk, letting the mycelium fall onto her shoulders. 'You want me to save them?'

The little man nodded and shook his head, and pointed through the gaps between the leaves at a large cloak that was constantly groaning.

'Save this man?'

Shake his head.

'Kill this man?'

Nodding and shaking his head.

'You should really grow a mouth and learn from your god.'

Just as Rose was complaining, a group of dense footsteps came from the other end of the forest. Rose could see clearly in a few breaths - a group of people with white robes covering their faces, carrying various weapons.

"Master Zhang, Master Tuji."

The leader of the white-robed men bowed slightly.

"Fourth Prince," he turned to the large cloak and knelt, "I am late in coming to your rescue, and I deserve to die."

Rose quietly opened her eyes wide.

There’s something good to watch!

"...I...I don't need you to save me..." The man in the big cloak had a childish voice. He lifted a corner of the cloak, revealing a young face - a boy of about eight or nine years old, with no special features, except for his pair of bright black eyes, which could be seen clearly even at night.

"Please follow me to the Southern Capital. The guards of Changgeng Division must..."

"Zhao Chuzhe!"

There were two men covered in blood next to the big cloak.

The taller one holding a sword was the 'Lord Zhang' mentioned by Zhao Chuzhe.

"You will have a bright future."

He ridiculed the other party, but his eyes were silently moving around, looking for a way out.

Zhao Chuzhe seemed to see through the other party's intention and chuckled twice: "The tyrant is unjust, and he has allowed the filthy teachings to corrupt his mind and ruin his body. How can he talk about 'no future'? Chuzhe has received the prince's favor, so he should die for him... Lord Zhang, I'm afraid you are guilty of holding the heir hostage."

The man surnamed Zhang bowed his head and flicked his sword: "The evil followers of the filthy cult spread the poisonous ointment, causing widespread suffering and the people's misery. They think they are following the strategy of foreigners, but in fact they want to carry out the cruel method of sacrifice--"

Having said this, the man suddenly opened his eyes, and his sword-like gaze shot towards the white-robed man, actually scaring several people back.

"Tens of millions of people in our dynasty are about to be in danger. Zhao Chuzhe, did your prince already know about this?"

Zhao Chuzhe's face, which had originally been confident of victory, gradually darkened.

“…I don’t know.”

"I don't know?" The man named Zhang sneered, "You have been by my side for several years, but I didn't see that you are stupid. If you really let your prince... Wait - Nandu! How dare you...?!"

Zhao Chuzhe grinned.

"Your Highness has thought of everything. The royal heir is extinct. Brother, if you go with me, there will be great benefits..."

The boy in the cloak stood up with great pain and said fiercely, "Trade with foreigners? My father has lost his mind because of the evil tricks of the filthy people. My brothers are sick and in trouble, but you want me to sit with the thieves?!"

Zhao Chuzhe raised his fingers lightly and tapped the handle of the knife.

After holding it, he slowly pulled it out.

"That makes me feel embarrassed..."

Cang Lang unsheathed the scimitar, took a few steps, and smashed it heavily on a sword covered with teeth marks with a loud sound!
"Zhang Yucai!"

Zhao Chuzhe growled in hatred:
"The knife is in my hand, and I am in the world. What I am waiting for is the moment when gold and silver will be used as a ladder to heaven!"

The knife is like a soft whip and the sword is like a silver dragon!

"You want to stop me?"

He danced faster and faster, as aggressive as a wheel that had been soaked in a hundred years of evil spirit!

"How can you stop me?!"

With a crisp sound of "crack", the sword was cut in half. The broken fragments pierced into Zhang Yucai's chest, and were hit on the collarbone by the returning elbow knife, and kicked away!
He hit an old tree sideways, rolled to the ground, and struggled to crawl towards the boy in the big cloak.

Humming.

The other short and strong man who was protecting his master looked at him and slowly drew his sword.

"Tuji, you can't stop——"

Click.

Zhao Chuzhe's smile froze on his face.

He rolled his eyes slightly.

Jagged white crystals grew out of the soles of his boots, and frost surged up like a herd of galloping horses, soaking his body in a few blinks of an eye.

"The power of the Hunter."

The Hunter with the second ring of Holy Flame can create traps.

Rose whispered, silently pulling out a few gold coins from her pocket.

Aim at that group of people.

"I've been busy all over the place... but in the end I don't have a penny... I'm a broken god, a rotten god, a poor god..."

(End of this chapter)