Nightmare’s Call

Lin Sheng was speechless. He didn't even want to provoke the other party, and this guy planned to find superiority from him.

"I know exactly what I'm doing and what I plan to do in the future. Brother Zhenyu should worry more about himself.

I heard from my classmates that I saw you take a girl to pay the money at the Municipal People's Hospital. Do not know is not true? "

Lin Zhenyu's expression froze for a moment, and then he slowly stiffened.

He thought he was doing this very covertly, but he didn't expect Lin Sheng to know about it. He even said it in front of his father.

"Don't talk nonsense!" He suddenly became a little anxious. After all, he was just a young man of nineteen years old, and he didn't have any capital. As soon as this sentence came out, the second uncle and Lin Niannian immediately knew it.

Lin Sheng shook his head in his heart, taking advantage of the slight change in the faces of the two elders, he began to question Lin Zhenyu, and he threw out everything he knew in a few strokes. It even includes the girl's appearance, dress and so on.

To put it bluntly, he didn't hear about it at all, but saw it with his own eyes in the hospital.

Leaving his cousin Lin Zhenyu in a mess, Lin Sheng got up and left the living room, and quickly washed up.

He has no time to waste time, reviewing materials for the college entrance examination and learning Gulein's characters require a lot of time and energy.

There is rarely one thing that fascinates Lin Sheng so much.

Soon, as time went by, a month passed.

Lin Sheng kept researching almost without pausing, and finally managed to translate a few important pages of the book.

In order to save time, Lin Sheng mainly selected a few pages, which are continuous parts with graphics.

And these parts are not randomly selected, but carefully selected by him according to the marks below the graph.

Every graphic depicts a pose. A person holding a long sword in a pose.

The corresponding text is more an explanation of the graphics.

After a long period of identification, Lin Sheng determined that the rest of the book was mostly narrative, except for the pages with graphics, which were formal explanatory text.

This is also the key to his focus on translating these pages.

Crash.

The notes filled with various Chinese characters were gently flipped over by Lin Sheng.

He sat at his desk, frowning, still immersed in the translation.

"A total of five pages have been translated. They are all pages with graphics. There are not many words, and the translation speed is much faster.

I use the Chinese characters of my previous life to record, and there will be absolutely no leaks, so it is safe. But this content."

Lin Sheng hesitated.

The translated graphics are obviously a way of practicing swordsmanship.

He stared at the simple pattern he had copied.

That style and style, as well as the matching text content, describe the vital points and one-hit kills. One can tell at a glance that it is not a show, but a fighting technique used in actual combat.

"Is the swordsmanship from the book in the dream real? If you don't practice it, you will have problems with your body, that would be bad."

In the first pattern, a person holds a long sword and stabs forward with one hand. There are quite a few arrows and text notes on the edge of the body.

Seems simple enough, but the core is those surrounding annotations.

"What's more important is that although the current society is not as developed as the hot weapons in the previous life, there are a lot of guns, and the cold weapons are useless except for exercising the body."

Lin Sheng frowned and thought about it.

"However, the swordsmanship in this dream may have something special. There are also levels mentioned many times in the book."

From the follow-up translation, Lin Sheng also learned a little bit about the hierarchy system mentioned by the author of this book Ravel Swordsman.

The book occasionally mentions high-ranking fighters that Ravel once encountered on the battlefield.

Those high-ranking fighters have a strong superhuman physique, terrifying strength and speed, and wear huge heavy armors, almost like war machines.

Those descriptions of the battle instantly overturned Lin Sheng's previous speculation.

Originally, he guessed that the battlefield in the book should be just an ordinary era of cold weapons. But the appearance of the exaggerated high-level fighter made him understand immediately.

If the content of that book is true, then the high-level fighters in it may also be true.

"Ravel mentioned that when the fighter reaches level three or above, he can slowly exercise his body and improve his physique."

Lin Sheng recalled in his heart.

"If...if all this is true" Lin Sheng swallowed his saliva.

He flipped through the graphic text he had translated, and the fineness of these contents, in any case, was beyond what he could have imagined.

A total of five pictures, connected together, is the most proud swordsmanship move that this Ravel swordsman is good at--angry strike.

"It's a simple but very effective move." Although Lin Sheng had never seen the related martial arts, he could feel how powerful this move was coherently by looking at the graphics.

The five pictures are animated pictures viewed together, forming a trick together.

The villain in the figure, with the long sword slashing at the opponent diagonally from top to bottom, once he hits it, the result will definitely be his death on the spot.

Lin Sheng exhaled lightly, and closed the notebook in front of him.

"Try it tonight to see what the other books are about, and maybe you should leave the manor and go out and have a look.

There are so many things in a manor, so what about the outside? What the hell is out there? Why have I been in the manor for so long without encountering a living creature. It was always dark outside the window. "

With a lot of doubts, Lin Sheng took off his clothes and went to bed to rest after washing.

I went to visit my grandfather in the hospital during the day. For some reason, seeing my grandfather lying on the hospital bed with white hair, Lin Sheng suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

Not sad.

Grandpa actually treats their family very badly, and the relationship between the two parties is also extremely weak. But when they were in trouble, they were the first to pay without hesitation.

Putting all these aside, what Lin Sheng saw at that time was not actually his own relatives.

But just a broken, dying old man.

The fragility of life like a candle flame flutters in the wind and rain, which made him feel involuntarily aroused in his heart.

"Forget it, I don't think so much, I'll go to my dream today and see if I can leave that manor." Lin Sheng lay on the quilt, his bright eyes slowly closed.

In just a few minutes, he fell asleep with ease.

After a period of blurred consciousness, it quickly became clear again.

call.

Lin Sheng slowly opened his eyes and took a long breath. Looking at the low mahogany table in front of him, and the swordsmanship handbook on the table.

"Come in again."

He looked left and right.

The surrounding area is still the previous study room, with no windows and only one door leading to the living room. Beside him are two large bookshelves, and the red bookcases are full of thick tomes.

Lin Sheng stood up and looked carefully at the bookshelf.

He used to draw books from the upper shelf on the left, but this time, he planned to try it from the shelf on the right.

Without hesitation, he quickly pulled out a book from the shelf on the right and flipped through it.

"Huh?" He suddenly frowned, and the movements of his hands paused.

In the book in his hand, words were written on the cover, but it was completely blurry. After opening it, all the handwriting inside was also blurred in large areas.

Some are even just jumbled characters and lines.

Lin Sheng's heart sank, he quickly put down the book, and took out a red leather tome from the shelf on the right.

Quickly opened the book, the pages inside were also blurred.