Nightmare’s Call

After searching in the living room, Lin Sheng didn't find anything.

He went to the study again, but there was nothing there except books.

Then he went from the study to the kitchen.

He quickly found a pointed kitchen knife in the kitchen, and he carried it straight to the bedroom.

In the bedroom of the manor, there is a double wooden bed in the middle.

Along the wall, there is a wardrobe, a dressing table, and a large wooden box.

The lid of the box was open, and the inside was empty.

Lin Sheng scanned left and right slowly, walked to the dressing table, and stretched out his hand to open the drawer in front of the table.

There are a few colored headbands in the style of young girls, and the color is a bit old.

Pressing the drawer back, Lin Sheng glanced at other places in a blink of an eye.

Soon, near the corner of the window, something leaning against the wall and covered by curtains caught his attention.

He strode forward, walked up to the thing, and reached out to grab it.

hiss.

It's a cross sword out of its sheath!

Following Lin Sheng's movements, the silver-black sword tip rubbed against the ground, making a slight noise.

He raised the sword carefully.

The long sword is not heavy, about four to five catties. The length was just right from Lin Sheng's waist to his toes.

The hilt and blade form a standard cross. It looks like an elongated cross.

Lin Sheng held the hilt of the sword with both hands, and felt some rough cloth strips wrapped around it. The hilt and the sword body are integrated, and there are almost no gaps in the craftsmanship.

A simple vertical pupil pattern is engraved on the blade near the handle. Exactly the same as the one on the door before.

He tried to swing the sword, feeling a little heavy.

"See if there's anything else."

Lin Sheng rummaged in the bedroom for a while, but he couldn't find anything other than the sword.

In desperation, he left the bedroom with his sword in hand. Go back to the lobby.

"Be careful this time, if you don't make any noise, you shouldn't cause trouble." Lin Sheng still had lingering fears about his last death.

But that doesn't mean he's afraid to go out.

Anyway, it's a dream, so I won't really die.

Lin Sheng's heart was full of deep curiosity about the outside world. He was unwilling to go out for a stroll.

Holding the sword, he stood in front of the gate and tried to breathe a few times to calm down.

"This time, try to be as quiet as possible. As long as you don't get caught, it should be fine."

He cautiously stretched out his hand again and grabbed the doorknob of the snake head.

Ka Ka

There was a very slight sound of the door lock turning.

The door was opened with a gap, just enough for Lin Sheng to enter and exit.

Holding the sword, he moved out extremely slowly.

There was a burst of cold air outside. The blow made him feel cold all over, and the joints on his body seemed to become stiff as the body temperature dropped.

"The feeling is more real. Compared with the previous dream, the current sense is not like a dream at all."

Lin Sheng's heart trembled.

This strange change made him a little uneasy.

Come out through the gap and stand at the door.

He looked around, but did not choose to go down the wooden steps in front.

"It was the step that was making too much noise. I should have just jumped on the dirt so it didn't make any noise."

After thinking about the route, Lin Sheng moved slowly, step by step to the right of the steps.

The wet and cold mist slowly rolled around, and the dark yellow floor under the feet had old scratches and many small pebbles.

Lin Sheng had to be extremely careful to avoid stones when moving.

He struggled to hold back his breath, quickly walked to the edge of the plank, and jumped down slightly.

puff.

There was a very faint trampling sound.

He stood firmly on the black mud.

Standing on the ground, Lin Sheng looked forward. There were no more strange noises coming from that lane.

"Successful! As long as you are careful, you won't attract that figure."

He was slightly relieved.

Standing in the mist, looking around.

Behind him is the half-open living room door, which is where he just came out.

On the left and right, there is a hazy darkness and dense forest. The only thing that can be seen clearly is the carriageway directly ahead.

Lin Sheng took a deep breath, and slowly began to walk around the manor.

go left.

He soon came to the courtyard facing the living room window.

There is a black swing in the yard, which is a wooden frame tied between two dead trees, made of only two thick hemp ropes.

A few decayed benches were scattered randomly on the courtyard floor.

In the corner of the wall was a small patch of withered garden.

Lin Sheng wandered around and found nothing, so he continued to go around the back of the house.

hiss.

Suddenly he stopped and heard a voice floating over.

Standing in the mist, Lin Sheng had manor houses on his right and a simple courtyard on his left.

Holding the sword in both hands, he stopped carefully and stared straight ahead.

That's where the sound came from.

hiss

It sounded like something was dragging on the ground.

Lin Sheng felt familiar.

He tensed up and stood still, staring at the dark fog ahead. There it is around the corner to the backyard.

Gradually, the sound got closer and closer, closer and closer.

The owner who made the sound also slowly appeared in front of Lin Sheng.

It was a weird human form covered in black pustules.

In one hand he held a long black sword, the hilt of which was attached to his arm. The rest of the body is the same as a human being.

It's just that the face is wrapped in a thick gray linen cloth, eyes, nostrils, and mouth are not exposed, only the linen cloth slightly oozing blood.

The human figure is half a head taller than Lin Sheng, about 1.9 meters.

As soon as it got out of the mist, it immediately saw Lin Sheng as well.

hiss.

The figure reluctantly moved forward step by step, approaching Lin Sheng.

His steps were slow and eerie, hissing slightly as the tip of his sword dragged across the ground.

"What kind of monster is this thing!?" Lin Sheng took a step back involuntarily.

Although he was frightened by the other party's appearance at the first time, it was less frightened than when he died once before.

On the contrary, Lin Sheng quickly calmed down.

Although he was still a little panicked, he could barely think of countermeasures.

He looked down and noticed that the monster had a lame right leg. Through the black trousers on the legs, large chunks of flesh and blood can be seen missing.

"It doesn't look very powerful." Lin Sheng clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, and he didn't intend to avoid it.

Let's try this guy's details first.

This place is very close to the door, he can turn around and run back at any time, rushing in the door.

On the premise that there is a way out, he plans to try to contact this second living creature.

"Hello. Can you understand me?" Lin Sheng lowered his voice and asked softly in Celine.

The weirdo didn't respond, and continued to move towards him firmly step by step.

"Are you a resident here? I don't mean any harm, can you tell me where this is?" Lin Sheng tried to communicate with the other party.

hiss

The weirdo didn't respond, and continued to approach him step by step.

Lin Sheng felt something was wrong and had to retreat slowly.

Just when the distance between the two was less than three meters.

The strange man suddenly jumped forward, raised the long sword in his hand, and stabbed forward.

Chi! !

The point of the black sword just hit the cross sword in Lin Sheng's hand.

clang!

The ear-piercing and sharp impact echoed in the night.

Lin Sheng staggered and almost fell.

His complexion changed drastically, he turned around and ran with his sword in hand, taking a few steps at a time, jumped up the wooden steps, and rushed into the door of the living room.

Boom! !

He slammed the door shut and lowered the latch with a snap.

hiss

Suddenly, a small noise came from behind him.

Lin Sheng froze.

Turn around slowly.

In the middle of the hall, a rotten swordsman with his head wrapped in linen was walking towards him step by step with difficult steps.