The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 364 Ch.363 The beginning of no return

The invisible art.

Madeline told him that this was an invisible magic - invisible magic was illegal in itself, and completing this ritual was even more illegal.

John Shelley never dared to use his power 'reasonably'.

Even though his last name was Shelley, he could be lawless to a certain extent.

"Your father controls you too much, and now he has become a woman." Madeline half teased and half accused. She accused James Shelley of being harsh, and also accused John Shelley of not knowing how to resist and being submissive.

Today, they were not at the Iraet Art Association, nor were they in their respective boxes.

They were in a messy place.

South area.

A place full of poor people and gangsters.

A house that is not drafty but not comfortable either.

Madeline paid some money, and now the place belonged to her.

"Five minutes more, John, John Shelley, you must think like a man—five minutes enough, ma'am?"

She lifted up her soft long skirt and put two pieces of white lace on his legs, with his toes facing each other, forming a playful triangle.

"enough?"

She asked.

These words almost challenged the dignity of a young, young rich, young rich and extraordinary man - John Shelley resisted the urge to tear the triangle into pieces and drank the whiskey in the glass.

The flames shot up from the stomach all the way to the throat.

"If I ever become a fire-breathing monster, I'll burn your clothes first."

Madeline giggled and twisted the stack of clothes, letting the two sisters hug each other and then separate. She jumped up and down on the two ridges as if having fun, jumping hard but landing softly.

"You're becoming more like yourself now, and less like 'Shelley.'"

She praised her, and her sisters praised him in their own way.

However, when there was a knock on the door, John Shelley almost jumped out of his chair.

He was nearly broken, and he stood up, bent down, sat down, and stood up again, failing several times, which made Madeline laugh even louder - until the person knocking at the door became more and more impatient, until he was about to break it down, then little Shelley glared at the shapeless woman with an angry face, and watched her collapse in the chair with laughter.

He went to open the door.

Welcome the person at the door in.

A lady wearing a cheap fur cape, a blouse with leg-of-mutton sleeves, and only a one-piece skirt underneath.

Her brown-red hair was combed back and her ears were decorated with bronze leaves.

A ribbon is tied around the neck.

——In order to avoid the winter wind from being too frightening, she also put on some powder to make herself look more rosy and easy to use.

Refers to the face.

"Hello, sir."

Seeing someone open the door, she subconsciously put on a smile and knelt down to salute: "I'm Bonnie."

John stepped aside and welcomed the person in.

"You are so handsome," she teased, walking briskly.

But when he turned around, he saw a woman drinking with her legs crossed on a chair.

Bonnie looked at her, then turned to look at John Shelley, and asked suspiciously: "Am I in the right place?"

"Of course not." Madeline continued: "Just do what you should do. I see there is room here." She nodded, pointing to the bed next to the fireplace in the living room that could accommodate three people.

Bonnie looked very strange.

"You mean-"

"We'll give you double. Miss Bonnie, could you please put aside your almost nonexistent sense of shame and focus on what you should do - or I'll invite someone else. What's the most common thing on this street?"

Bonnie pursed her lips.

The young girl was a little hesitant as she was new to the field.

Can…

Double?
She has been through many battles.

"Sir...what should I call you?" She first hung up the fur cape, then bent her arms behind her head and untied her hairband.

Everything comes naturally.

Shelley was terribly embarrassed.

He knew absurdities, was a proper, vigorous young man, but this was the first time he had ever been under the gaze of a real lady—

You know, Madeline Terry is not only a lady, but also possesses 'divine power' and is the daughter of the Arbitrator.

It seems he wasn't ridiculous enough.

He was a little nervous, and his uneasy heart urged him to think as quickly as possible, to think about something, to think about what was going on - however, Bonnie and time wait for no one. Madeline poured herself a full glass of whiskey.

The liquid swayed and gurgled in the flames, gradually boiling.

She watched absurd musicals in which performers spoke nonsense in delirium, rode horses in the hot sun, and were bitten by mosquitoes in almost impossible places.

They scratched the scabies on their bodies with the hands they used to wipe their butts, causing thick juice to ooze out and they all rushed to death in a rotting state.

"My Father in Heaven—!"

Bonnie exclaimed.

The marks on her neck are a stamped death certificate. When a living being begins to suffocate, she will catch a glimpse of the gods.

That is the kind of inspiration that only the hard-hearted can find.

'Death is near.'

Madeleine swung the glass like a misshapen baton, a sea laden with water.

then.

There was only a brief silence.

The suffocated person was revived from the sour sweat.

The roar of the beast exploded into the wine glass, and the message of the end fell into the wine glass. The slingshot that was ready to fire killed the surrendered bison.

On the way to climb the cold mountain, on the road where the sudden fall of ice and snow made people shiver, Madeline put down her wine glass and walked to the fish that was trying to escape from the deep sea and was not yet accustomed to the land. She looked down at her, as if trying to determine the gender of a fish.

Then she slowly knelt down.

He covered her mouth and nose as if he was going to clean her mouth with the bath salts in his palm.

He squeezed her face with such force that he seemed to crush the lower half of her face.

She took Bonnie in her arms, her eyes softly embracing her, and softly recited the story about the afterlife:
'Your body will not decay, when it goes to a romantic place like a rose.'

'Your flesh will penetrate into the deepest crevices of another flesh, into its pores, into its intestines.'

'You are the lover of bones, the daughter of blood, the princess of flesh.'

She is like a chopping block and the thick-backed knife on it, the cook, or the fisherman, or the bad girl who stumbled upon a pond - she is death with the label 'Bonnie'.

She brings about drought and lures a fish impaled on a bamboo skewer into the desert.

Watch her struggle quietly.

Beat the gravel.

In the end, the liquid all over my body flowed everywhere, but I didn't know how to calm down.

Bonnie is dead.

She died a second before she saw the hem of the robe of the Father of All, and died a second before she was about to reach heaven and hear the voice.

There was still fear in her pupils, leaving behind a reflected face.

"Fuck! Fuck...what did you do?!"

It was just a moment of stunned silence, without time for people to react, and then the trembling turned into dead silence.

John Shelley could still feel his body heat, the damp indentations of her skin from the pressure of his fingers, the upper half of her face twisted in agony as she died.

He thought it was just a sensual, over-the-top game.

I thought it was a fight that could be stopped at any time...

The corpse told him that it was not.

This is different from what we agreed!!

"As you can see."

Madeline ran her comb-like fingers through Bonnie's sweaty scalp.

Both she and the head in her arms were docile.

"I told you, John," Madeline looked at the man who had shrunk into the corner, and at the timid child soul hidden in his man's body, and smiled tenderly, "You are spoiled."

"Numerous amounts of mead and cream, gems and gold. You can get almost anything in the world..."

she says.

"Except for the real power."

She straightened Bonnie's head and slowly stood up.

"Big boy."

"The door of truth is right before your eyes, and it is opening to you."

"Come in…"

"Or, lose this opportunity forever..."

"Which side do you choose?"

(End of this chapter)