The Secret Code of Monsters.

Chapter 382 Ch381 Domino Game

Chapter 382 Ch.381 Domino Game
A bizarre dream, six unlucky people with different standpoints.

Among them, only Madeline and James Shelley were experienced in dealing with dreams:

One of these two is a cultist of a high level, and the other is an experienced member of the Alliance. They have more or less had the experience of entering dreams and stepped into the unknown and dangerous waters of the Black Lake.

Old Shelley looked at Madeline and saw that she had no intention of speaking, so he stood up from the table and bowed to the childlike girl.

"Good day, or good night, unknown master of dreams."

The girl holding her head raised her arms high, thrust her head forward, looked at him for a while, and suddenly said: "Your soul is really mottled... You should die here, so you don't have to suffer."

James Shelley shook his head slightly: "I can't give up the waking world yet, the master of dreams."

He is very candid.

At the same time, he was careful not to use "Mr.", "Ms.", or "Miss." For some creatures in dreams, it is difficult to figure out what they hate or like - but old Shelley knew that if they like something, the dreamer might not get any benefit.

But if they are annoying, the dreamer will definitely suffer a bad fate.

He had to explore little by little, going in circles, like walking in the dark with a lantern: sticking to the wall, little by little drawing a map in his head.

——Since the last time, he had vowed never to dream about it again.

did not expect…

The girl holding the head licked her scarlet lips, her eyes teasing: "You have run out of things to burn, and the coal in your heart has gone cold."

'Heart coal?'

Rose covered her face with her hands and tilted her head to ask Roland what that was.

"It's 'qualification', it's a different name, girl. Just like I can call you Sea of Fire, or I can call you Coal Mountain." She heard someone muttering, and she held her head with a smile, walking around the hexagonal table.

The sound is sometimes by my ears and sometimes quickly fades away.

The fire in the room gradually dimmed.

"So, do we still have a chance to leave? Master of the dream, what do you want? Or, what rules should we abide by?"

James Shelley spoke slowly and tentatively.

"Please allow me to be disrespectful to you, Lord of Dreams, the unknown and great being. I just want my child and I to survive - I am very happy to serve you in some way within my ability... with my dying and stinking flesh and blood."

Roland clearly saw that when the old man said these words, John Shelley beside him squinted his lips.

Oh.

Boring dignity.

In this situation, he, as the son, should have been the one to speak up, even if he had to kneel on the ground and lick the mud.

If I could get a glimmer of hope to save my loved ones...

Dignity is sometimes more important than a crown, but sometimes less important than a worn-out sock.

"I want you to do me a favor."

The little girl's voice was clear, finally breaking out of the gloomy tone. She raised her arms high, pulled her head to the highest point, and then began to scan the people at the hexagonal table.

Rebecca was especially horrified.

That's a headless monster... Thank you for your kindness...

this is too scary.

If she ever gets the chance to leave, she vows to regain her faith in the All-Father.

"But I don't need so many helpers."

The girl said.

"I don't know how you invited us, Lord of Dreams. But I guess, probably through me and my friend--" Madeline suddenly spoke, pointing her index finger at Rebecca and John respectively: "You may be... familiar with our "mother", right?"

This was not a risky statement, at least for Madeline, the surrounding environment and the inverted cross clearly meant something.

"Correct, but there is no reward, Miss Human Skin."

The girl smiled and said:
"That's your mother, not mine."

When she mentioned "Mother", her tone was not as contemptuous as that of an executor, nor as respectful as that of a cultist, and she was even different from other ritualists - she was cautious about the "gods" and was careful even when mentioning them.

"I want to play a game to decide who will help..."

she says.

"A game of dominoes."

"I think everyone here has the ambition to make a name for themselves, so everyone should be willing to participate...right?"

"The winner will be rewarded."

She smiled sweetly and walked towards the hexagonal table.

The oak-colored petals instantly split into six regular long horns. When it came to the center, it spread and grew, connecting with each other to form a ring without an opening.

“I don’t want to close it, but I want to open it first.”

The red blood threads rising from the floor intertwined to form a high-back chair. "Come on."

"Let me see who among you is braver and wiser."

She rested her head on her legs and waved her snake-wrapped arms gently.

Suddenly, two bone-colored cards appeared in front of everyone.

It is thicker than ordinary cards and feels cool to the touch.

Two sheets.

One said "Life" and the other said "Death".

Everyone is the same.

"Life... or death?"

Roland looked over the heavy bone. It looked like a thinned leg bone or part of a skull. Its edges and corners were irregular and even had a distinct curve.

One for life, one for death.

Branded red.

"So."

"The rules are."

she says.

Throw out two bones, except yourself.

It's that simple.

Some people were stunned.

This…

What kind of rule is this?
Roland and Rose didn't quite understand, but James Shelley immediately reacted: vote.

This old man, who has been immersed in votes and bills for many years, knows this "game" too well - a game for big children.

A show of hands, or some bearer tickets.

The rules of the game are largely the same.

"Just like you can see... Oh, there is no one here who can't read, right?" The girl adjusted the angle of her head and faced directly to one of the six corners -

Rose: ...

She had no fear now, and even felt a little disgusted with the Lord of Dreams.

"I didn't consider that there are illiterate people here." She shook her fingers twice at Rose, and soon, two more marks appeared on the sign in front of the girl.

One is a square with a ring squeezed in it, and the other is a key.

"The key is 'life', and next to it is 'death' - do you recognize the pattern?"

Rose nodded with a dark face.

The girl was surprised: "That's really good."

What's so good about this?

"Why do I feel like you look a bit like it..." Rose leaned closer to Roland, "You're both so attractive—"

Roland tilted his head: "...likable?"

Rose said with a straight face: "You know."

"bring it on!"

"The wounded pilgrim!"

"Whoever gets the most "life" cards will get my reward!"

The girl clapped her hands twice, and the head on her legs also made a happy expression.