The Secret Code of Monsters

Chapter 374 Ch.373 Frosted Blade

Ms. Michelle Bohan…

oh.

The name should now be Miss Michelle Bohan.

She is much younger and lighter. The burdens of the past were abandoned like cicadas, rotting in the corners 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 opera singer, or the wife of some nobleman. She is so beautiful...

Still so full.

Michelle lowered her head and caressed her slightly bulging belly lovingly: it was swollen, as if a heart that had grown wrongly remained in the stomach pouch, singing in the acid...

Cult?

No, of course not.

Are you kidding me?

She is a normal person, and of course she will weigh the pros and cons - if fifty pounds or even a hundred pounds were in front of her, she would never kill her husband in such a cruel way and let her sisters swallow her to feed her family. children…

But.

That's not a hundred pounds.

It was 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 a million pounds cannot buy.

Children, husband, and even all her relatives put together are not as good as this 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?

In addition to doing laundry and coaxing children, Michelle Bohan is good at calculating pros and cons.

She has calculated carefully:

If she gives up this opportunity, then she will have to continue her life of washing clothes and coaxing children. Faced with dirty words every day, he competes with scumbags for profits that are not as big as his husband's head.

But hold on to it...

She was completely different.

Gold pounds, men, the future.

Everything is at your fingertips.

Of course, she doesn't completely believe the sleeping 'sisters' behind her, and she's not really a fool - she plans to work with them for a while, for a short period of time, to master this spell...

Then, one night.

Just like this night.

Gone forever.

Never show up again.

She can go to Glasgow or Oxford, even if she walks all the way, eats all the way, finds a boat to go to sea - as long as she lives forever, what is nothing?

Michelle Bohan is a smart man.

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

Now, the opportunity has been firmly grasped by her...

Like a butterfly in the palm of your hand.

The stupidest thing about these sleeping pigs behind her is that they taught her this spell...

Michelle Bohan smoothed her long hair and smiled sweetly in front of the mirror in the candlelight - she almost fell in love with herself in the mirror.

'you are so Beautiful. ’

She said silently.

Right now.

The blurry mirror seemed to have a layer of hoarfrost that shouldn't appear in the fire.

Michelle Bohan blinked, leaned towards the round mirror, and wiped it with his fingers.

'Maybe it's dirty...'

Damn it.

Her husband spent a lot of money to buy it.

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

There's something wrong with being cold.

Click.

The mirror is frozen.

Michelle Bohan had never seen anything like it.

A few days ago, she was a mere mortal.

"…What's going on?"

She muttered and stupidly pressed her fingernails against the mirror, and found that white mist had also come out of her mouth - it was like the roof had been lifted up, exposing the whole room to the late winter moon.

She seemed to see a blurry shadow in the mirror.

vague…

'This is…? ’

It was blurry, attracting her to gradually move her face closer...

Under layers of frosty thin 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 held by a frosty hand and twisted gently.

Michelle Bohan shook a few times, but couldn't make any sound.

soon.

A second hand stretched out from the mirror.

head.

Upper body.

This is a translucent figure with frosty hair and no pupils, like a gust of winter wind blowing in from the folds of the mirror. He gently hugs the body that is no longer shaking, and helps her lie on the table in front of the mirror.

Then, like a feather, it fell to the ground.

Every step she took was covered with frost, as if the winter god was not adapted to the flourishing spring and opened a silent white desolation under her feet.

She came to a bed.

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

He slowly bent down and held her head.

Dagger from bottom to top...

Gouged out.

The cold blade melted the solidified sleep, and the silent killing was fast and neat.

Six…five…four…

When there were only three people left, a convulsion knocked over the high stool next to the bed.

The woman who woke up in the corner was stunned for half a second, and then screamed!

She overturned the round table!

"monster!"

she shouted.

Awakened the remaining living people.

But these people who have just embarked on the road of blood don't know how to deal with ghosts.

They can easily stab sleeping parents to death with candlesticks, have their children stand in front of them, coax them to raise their heads, and then pierce their necks with a table knife.

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

They know a lot, but they don't know how to fight against this frost-covered spirit.

Transparent murderer.

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

Maybe gunpowder helps.

The leading woman was lucky enough to sleep in the back.

Maybe the flames exploded by the gunpowder could burn this cold monster to death - she didn't bother to think about how and where this thing came from, and asked her men to take out their guns while she ran towards the fireplace:

flame! bright!

The cultists at this moment need light! Justice is needed!

Boom.

The candlesticks were swept down.

The white candle was rotated and thrown past the spirit body, and the flames tore apart part of her dress and the hazy white mist around it.

She giggled and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Knot…

it's over?

The three women were panting like cows, and their six big feet seemed to be stuck to the floor. No one dared to move.

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

There are leftover human bones on the ground, and fingernails that have been picked out by tongues and spit out.

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

"We're being targeted."

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

But if the bullet was fired in the silent night, it would prove that they were in trouble.

Gunfire will attract the police.

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

She ordered the two women who were still alive to tear open the bundles of candles in the drawer.

"Jen, Jenny..."

The subordinate called the leader.

"What?"

"You, your..."

"What?"

The woman pointed at Jenny's face and backed away in horror, stepped back, broke the crispy human bones, and suddenly fell 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 body was emerging from her eyeballs, and it turned to stare at her quietly with its cold, pupilless eyes.

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

‘You see blood at every step. ’