Nightmare’s Call

"When did this guy come in!?"

Lin Sheng was stiff all over, with his back against the door, his hands clenched on the hilt of the sword, feeling a little chilly all over his body.

"No! This is another one!"

He quickly discerned that this rotten swordsman was not the same as the one just now.

The guy's right arm holding the sword was bitten by something, and a large piece of flesh was missing. The features are obvious.

"This is troublesome"

He doesn't want to die anymore.

He didn't want to live the life of being muddled and in a very bad state for several days in a row.

hiss

This guy is getting closer.

Lin Sheng could even clearly see the dense pustules bulging on the opponent's neck.

These pustules are like small blisters, dense and bulging in patches.

Lin Sheng clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, his muscles tensed, and he stared at the opponent.

puff!

Suddenly, the Rotten Swordsman leaped forward, and the blade of his right arm quickly drew a black arc, piercing Lin Sheng's chest.

ah ah! ! !

With a roar in Lin Sheng's heart, he raised his long sword with both hands and moved forward.

The blade slashed down from top to bottom, trying to block the opponent.

It's a pity that the two swords staggered without any intersection, and each rushed towards the other's goal.

Chi!

Lin Sheng felt a pain in his chest, and the sword in his hand suddenly lost strength, and fell on the rotten swordsman's left shoulder along with inertia.

Boom.

The blade just chopped off a little bit of flesh and blood.

Lin Sheng lowered his head in a daze, and saw that his chest had been pierced in advance.

The black blade pierced deeply into his left chest, immediately crushing all his strength.

"died again"

His vision went dark, and he lost consciousness immediately.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Sheng slowly opened his eyes in a haze.

He was still lying on his back on the bed at home.

It was gray outside, and it was almost daylight. In the distance, there was the faint sound of a rooster crowing.

"died again"

Lin Sheng reached out and touched the heart of his chest. There was still a tingle of pain left.

"It's like being stabbed for real."

He slowly got up from the bed. The underwear I just changed yesterday was completely soaked again.

After getting out of bed, he quickly dug out a new set, took the clothes to the bathroom, and quickly wiped off the sweat on his body with hot water.

Then put on clean underwear.

"I can't go on like this, I have to find a way." Lin Sheng went to the desk, opened the drawer again, and took out the previous translation notes to check.

The notes written in Chinese characters are neat and tidy. It is estimated that no one in this world can understand this kind of writing except him.

This is also the best way to encrypt.

"I also checked some information on the Internet before. Regarding swordsmanship, the content explained in these pictures and text notes seems to have some truth, not nonsense.

But I have never learned any Raoshizi swordsmanship before. This kind of information is definitely not fabricated by my own dreams. There is definitely another source! "

Lin Sheng was 100% sure.

"That dream was full of dangers. An ordinary person like me, who has no self-defense power, went in to deliver food. Even if I tried my best, I could barely hurt a crippled monster."

He stared at the notes and graphs in front of him.

"If you want to find out the secrets of the dream, you must go out to explore, record the information in the book, and go out to explore the environment.

When going out, at least you need to be able to protect yourself! I can't even do a crippled monster right now and have to figure out a way. "

Lin Sheng fell silent, and soon had an idea.

"Since I have swordsmanship materials in front of me, I will try to look around to see if there is any relevant learning path. This will not only give me the opportunity to verify the authenticity of this material, but also improve my self-protection power. After all, in the dream There is still a crossed sword in hand."

Lin Sheng settled down and made a decision.

Before his parents got up, he had a quick breakfast and headed to school.

After morning class, Lin Sheng couldn't wait to leave school, and wandered around Huaisha city.

In this era when the Internet is still very developed, if you want to find a shop to learn something, you can only rely on your eyes.

Not to mention the rarer type of European long sword.

Fortunately, Huaisha City, where Lin Sheng lives, is a small city, but because it is a port city, it has a lot of foreign trade. Many foreigners often come and go here, and they have also driven a series of related industries.

Lin Sheng immediately went to the Foreigner Street in Huaisha City near the sea.

It is an area where foreigners often come and go to live and consume.

Soon, he found what he was looking for.

And not just one place. There are three in total.

Two clubhouses, one club.

The two clubs were immediately excluded by Lin Sheng because of the extremely high membership fees.

Only one club remains.

"It's a little dated, but it's definitely cheap."

Lin Sheng stood in the middle of a deserted side street, looking up at a shop on the second floor.

There hung an inconspicuous wooden plaque with rows of small characters written on it: Tengchong Fencing Club, Heini Street Sub-district Office, Heini Street Carrier Pigeon Association.

The three types of characters are squeezed together, and it is obvious that this is a signboard shared by the three organizations.

Below the sign is a dirty old stairway, and the wooden steps inside are creaked by people going up and down.

On the edge of the stairs, there were two squatting smokers, who seemed to be chatting.

Lin Sheng looked down at his school uniform. He tightened his schoolbag and walked towards the stairs.

Go up the wooden stairs step by step to the second floor.

Lin Sheng saw three arrows in different directions drawn with red chalk on the wall.

The arrow of Tengchong Fencing Club is on the second floor, turn right.

He followed the arrow and turned into the corridor on the second floor.

After advancing more than ten meters, it stopped at the entrance of an office with an open door.

There is a sign on the door of the office: Tengchong Sword Art Museum.

The inside was empty, and three rectangular black desks were put together to form a large table in one corner, and three people were sitting on each side of the table busy dealing with something.

Boom boom boom.

Lin Sheng knocked on the door.

"Hello, is this the Tengchong Fencing Club?"

A girl who was closest to the door turned her head and looked over.

"Who are you?"

"I want to learn the orthodox Naxi swordsmanship, is there any here?" Lin Sheng replied.

"If you want to learn Naxi swordsmanship, you really came to the right place." The girl laughed immediately. "We are the most professional non-profit club in Huaisha City."

"Friends department?"

"It's a club that everyone is interested in getting together and running." The girl explained.

"You come in first to chat. There are very few people who are willing to learn Naxi swordsmanship. Boxing, mixed martial arts and other more convenient fighting techniques are popular now.

For swordsmanship handed down from ancient times like Naxi swordsmanship, you still need to prepare your own sword, which is quite troublesome and not very practical. If you don't really like it very much, you can really stick to it. "

The girl smiled and pulled a chair for Lin Sheng.

The two sat down, and Lin Sheng looked around.

The whole office didn't even paint the walls, just simple cement walls.

The chair sitting under the buttocks is also rickety and a little loose.