The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 306: Woman and Snake
The monastery covers the largest area among the three monasteries of the Holy Cross.

and so.

A snake got lost.

The footsteps were as silent as ghosts, and these cloaked nuns did not notice the white shadow that flashed in the corner of the wall.

In order to avoid the nuns walking around, she crawled into a long and narrow pipe that led to nowhere she didn't know.

The water was filled with brown and red floating objects, needles, blades, and even rotten fingers and organs that were difficult to identify.

'I stink, father.'

Miss Candle, with tears in her eyes, swam away while cursing herself for being a stupid snake.

'I should have stayed where I was...'

The odors from liquids and solids accumulate in the narrow pipes.

She swam upstream, riding the wave that was coming towards her.

'Brave candle!'

'A candle that is not afraid of difficulties!'

"I'm going to stink up my father..."

Desperate Snake Moving - The pipe was so long that it was despairing. She didn't know how long she had been swimming in the debris.

Until a beam of cold gray light hit the gap in front and shone through the opening.

"Is this the heaven my father was talking about..."

She tried her best to raise her head and gather her strength. When she was about to reach the gap, she tensed her whole body and jumped up!

Hit on something.

She heard a short cry, but it didn't last long.

Then, there was a sound of doubt.

She was caught by a slender hand and lifted out of the residue and dripping liquid.

'Alive, I am alive...'

Two red bean-like red eyeballs met a pair of familiar eyes:
Brilliant gold.

That is…

'Father! Father's eyes!'

She struggled a few times, but under the touch of her hands, she became soft like a precious white leather rope that could swallow up her dreams.

The owner of the hand gently placed her next to the sink, watched her turn on the faucet, and gently scraped her scales with his fingertips while washing her...

The massage was wonderful!

"Soon, it won't be dirty anymore."

The voice sounded like that of a young woman, without any ripples, and unusually calm.

"But I am not your father."

The little candle spit out its snake tongue and observed this "human" through its fingers: "Don't I know that you are not my father? What a fool... huh?"

'Someone other than my father!'

'Talked to the little candle!'

The owner of the hand paused: "...a small candle?"

She really understood.

The little candle curled up into a snake ball in fear, fearing that she would be attacked by a 'poisonous hand' - knowing that she could speak meant...

I know she is an alien.

"If it's clumped together, it will be hard to wash, little candle." The voice above her head was extremely gentle, and in order to comfort her, it even hummed a song in a low voice.

The water washed over every white snake scale and flowed into the sewage bucket.

She smeared some dry white powder on the scales and scratched them with her fingers.

The unpleasant smell and filth bubbled up and were washed away by the clean water.

"All right."

She dried the small candle with her own towel.

"You are very beautiful now."

The little candle remained silent and still burning.

There were footsteps.

Outside the door.

"Miss?"

He sounds quite old and quite dignified.

"Miss?"

It seemed that the patience had been exhausted after two calls, and there was a hint of tension in the voice that rang out again: "Miss Erendira?"

Little Candle felt the hand that was stroking her suddenly become much stiffer.

"I'll be out soon." However, this did not stop the person outside the door.

They heard the sound of keys colliding.

"Shhh."

The "snake ball" was picked up and poured into the collar, then a finger was inserted and pushed inside.

The next moment, the door was unlocked.

A square-faced nun wearing a headscarf pushed the door open and her small eyes glanced vigilantly around the bathroom.

"Hannah?"

The nun named Hannah ignored her and looked in the iron bathtub, in the small door that separated it, in front of the washbasin, in the vase with fresh roses, in the candles and candlesticks, in the incense and in the wooden grids with carved patterns -

She checked many times, but she just forgot what was in front of her.

"I'm thinking about you, miss. You know... it's very dangerous."

"Hmm..." Erendira still looked considerate and gentle - through Hannah's eyes, he could finally see the girl's face clearly.

She was about seventeen or eighteen, or fifteen or sixteen.

In short, her gentle and pleasant behavior made her look mature, but her pretty face and shining golden eyes made her look like she was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Apart from her soft, bright eyes, the most eye-catching thing is her long, beautiful hair, which looks like a waterfall of mellow wine, as if she had kissed poets for many years. Each strand of her hair is smooth, sliding over her shoulders like silk, but the strands on both sides of her cheeks are slightly curled, playfully hugging her face.

This is not a gem buried deep underground and discovered by humans over time.

It seems like she has been like this since the beginning. After she came into the world with stunning beauty, she has never disappointed anyone since.

The poet should write about this, then read it aloud, and then let her touch his blood and believe in his sincere warmth.

But the poet could not see her.

"I am a bit tired."

She had no expression when she spoke, and there was very little emotion in her beautiful eyes.

Hannah was used to it.

She knelt neatly in front of Erendira and took her hand, examining every finger and nail, wrist, forearm.

He checked the water stains on her soft indoor skirt, and stroked her long, wine-colored hair a few inches away with his palm, wanting to touch it but not daring to.

"You are so beautiful."

The old nun sighed.

"Hannah, very beautiful too."

She said dryly, straightened her back with difficulty, and pulled Hannah's thick palm: "Hannah, you take care of me every day, so you are as beautiful as me."

The old nun smiled and lowered her head to avoid that innocent and sincere gaze.

She sighed quietly in her heart, swept her arm across the empty hem of her skirt, stood up, and went behind Erendira.

After the wheelchair.

Hold the handrails.

"I'll take you inside, okay?" she said in a softer voice.

"it is good."

Erendira prepared herself, cupping her hands over her chest to soothe the other little heart that beat in time with her own.

'It will be safe in a moment.'

The sound of the gasps was drowned out by the squeaking of the axles.

This room is very big.

It’s so big that you need a certain amount of physical strength to live here.

Hannah parked the wheelchair in the bedroom and asked Erendira again. After getting the answer that she wanted to read a book, she poured tea for her and moved the cakes, cutlery, tablecloths and hand mirror to their place.

The closest thing to her was a brass bell.

"If you need me."

Hannah bowed and left the room.

It was not until then that a small snake head popped out from the chest.

"Be safe, Candle."

The golden eyes stared straight into the red snake eyes.

Calm, indifferent.

That's not the look you give to an alien.

Even Xiao Zhuzhu felt that, without mentioning the alien species, it would be hard to say whether she knew what was so scary about snakes.

After a moment, she pinched a small piece of cake.

"Eat some shortbread?"

The soft little square biscuit was pinched and pushed towards the snake's mouth.

(End of this chapter)