The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 374: Frost Blade
Ms. Michelle Bonham…

Oh.

Now she should be Miss Michelle Bonham.

She was younger and lighter. Her past burdens were abandoned like cicada molts, rotting in the corner of the blood carpet.

Now, she is a butterfly.

——At least, the woman in the mirror is much more beautiful than when she was young.

She could even be a vaudeville actress, or a noble lady. She's so beautiful...

Still so full.

Michelle lowered her head and caressed her slightly bulging belly lovingly: it was swollen, as if there was a heart that had grown wrong in the stomach, singing in the acid…

Cult?

No, of course not.

Are you kidding me?
She was a normal person, so of course she would weigh the pros and cons. If she had fifty pounds, or even a hundred pounds, she would never have killed her husband in such a cruel way and let her sisters eat the child she had raised with great difficulty...

but.

That's not a hundred pounds.

That is another new world, a new life, a different life...

As long as she continues, she will stay young forever and maintain such beauty forever.

One hundred pounds?

This is an opportunity that cannot be bought with a million pounds.

Her children, husband, and even all her relatives put together are not as good as this one opportunity: she has plenty of time to have children, and with this perfect face, she has plenty of children...

right?
As for husbands, aren’t they everywhere too?
In addition to being good at washing clothes and coaxing children, Michelle Bonham is also good at calculating the pros and cons.

She had calculated:
If she gave up this opportunity, she would have to continue washing clothes and coaxing children, facing dirty words every day, and fighting with scumbags for profits that were not as big as her husband's head.

But hold on to it...

She is completely different.

Pounds, men, the future.

Everything is at your fingertips.

Of course, she didn't completely trust the 'sisters' who were sleeping behind her, and she wasn't really a fool - she planned to work with them for a while, for a short period of time, to practice this spell...

Then, one night.

Just like this night.

Gone forever.

Never appear again.

She could go to Glasgow, or Oxford, even if she had to walk and eat all the way, and find a boat to go out to sea - as long as she lived forever, what else did she lack?

Michelle Bonham is a smart man.

Being a smart, low-class woman doesn’t mean she doesn’t have real desires and ambitions.

Now, she has seized the opportunity...

Like a butterfly in the palm of your hand.

The stupidest thing these sleeping pigs behind her did was to teach her this spell...

Michelle Bonham stroked her long hair and smiled sweetly at the mirror in the candlelight - she almost fell in love with herself in the mirror.

'you are so Beautiful.'

She said silently.

Just now.

The blurry mirror seemed to be covered with a layer of white frost that shouldn't appear in the fire.

Michel Bonham blinked, leaned towards the round mirror and wiped it with his finger.

'Maybe it's dirty...'

Damn.

Her husband bought it at great expense.

She lowered her head and opened the drawer, trying to take out a piece of cloth. But the room was getting colder and colder...

Something was wrong with the cold.

Click.

The mirror is frozen.

Michelle Bonham had never seen anything like it.

A few days ago, she was still a mortal.

“…What’s going on?”

She muttered to herself and foolishly tapped the mirror with her fingernails, only to find that white mist was coming out of her mouth as well - it was as if the roof had been lifted up and the whole room was exposed to the late winter moon.

She seemed to see a vague shadow in the mirror.

Blurred...

'This is…?'

Blurred, attracting her to gradually move her face closer...

Under layers of frosty ice.

A sharp dagger instantly penetrated the mirror, pierced through her left eye socket, and stabbed into the back of her head. Then, it was grasped by a frosted hand and gently twisted.

Michel Bonham shook a few times but made no sound.

soon.

A second hand stretched out from the mirror.

head.

Upper body.

This was a translucent figure with frosty hair and no pupils, like a gust of winter wind blowing in through the wrinkles and gaps in the mirror, gently hugging the no longer shaking body, and helping her lie on the table in front of the mirror.

Then, it fell to the ground like a feather.

Frost formed at every step she took, as if the winter god was not used to the flourishing spring and had created a silent white wasteland under her feet.

She came to a bed.

Looking down at the sleeping 'girl' with bloody mouth.

He slowly bent down and held her head.

Dagger from bottom to top...

Gouged it in.

The cold blade melted the frozen dreams; this silent killing was fast and clean.

Six...five...four...

When there were only three people left, a convulsion kicked over the high stool beside the bed.

The woman who woke up in the corner was stunned for half a second, then she screamed!
She overturned the table!

"monster!"

she shouted.

Awakened the remaining living people.

But those who have just embarked on the road of blood have no idea how to deal with ghosts.

They could easily stab their sleepy parents to death with candlesticks, make their children stand in front of them, coax them to look up, and then stab their necks with a table knife.

They bought wine and made their husbands drunk, then tied them up and poured boiling water over their faces.

They knew a lot, but they just didn't know how to fight against this frosty spirit.

The transparent killer.

"Gun... Gun!! Get the gun!"

Maybe gunpowder would work.

The leading woman was lucky enough to sleep at the innermost side.

Perhaps the flames from the gunpowder explosion could burn this cold monster to death. She didn't have time to think about how or where this thing came from. She asked her men to take out their guns and she ran towards the fireplace:
Flame! Light!
The cultists at this moment need light! They need justice!
thump.

The candlesticks were swept down.

The white candle was thrown across the spirit in a spinning motion, and the flames tore off part of her dress and the hazy white mist around her.

She giggled and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

结…

ended?
The three women were panting heavily, and their six big feet seemed to be stuck to the floor, and no one dared to move.

They were wearing nightgowns and their bodies were covered with clotted blood scabs.

The leftover human bones on the ground and the fingernails picked out by the tongue and spit out.

In this hell on earth, they seem to be the miserable ones.

"We're being targeted."

The leading woman took a few breaths and took the single-shot gun handed to her by her subordinates - this large-caliber special firearm can knock down a bull with one shot.

But if this bullet went off in the silent night, it would prove that they were in trouble.

The sound of gunfire would attract the police.

"That thing is afraid of fire and bullets. Go and light all the candles."

She told the two surviving women to tear open the bundles of candles in the drawer.

"Jen, Jenny..."

The subordinates called the leader.

"what?"

"You, your..."

"what?"

The woman pointed at Jenny's face and stepped back in horror, breaking the fragile human bones and falling to the ground!
She screamed, "Your eyes!"

Jenny subconsciously touched her face and eyelids...

I touched a cold dagger.

In the mirror.

The frosty spirit was just coming out of her eyeball, and turned around to stare at her quietly with its cold, pupilless eyes.

The road is glass, the wall is a knife blade...

'Every step was bloody.'

(End of this chapter)