Nightmare’s Call

When he got home, Lin Sheng didn't talk nonsense with his parents. After finishing his homework quickly after eating, he took a wooden stick and began to practice basic posture in the bedroom.

The only weapon he could find in the dream was a long sword, and it was a cross sword, and the translated books were also sword moves related to swordsmanship.

He was eager to prove whether that sword move was useful or not.

After practicing the posture and the basic stab technique of the first move. Lin Sheng went to bed to rest, and had no dreams all night.

After class the next day, he also hurried over in the afternoon, just as there were a few students remaining in the big classroom practicing duels.

Lin Sheng excitedly put on the protective clothing and helmet, all made of simple bamboo weaving, and started sparring with the students with wooden sticks.

Anyway, everyone is a rookie, holding a wooden stick is just a mess.

Just like that, for several days in a row, Lin Sheng did not enter the dreamland again, but went to the club every day to practice what he had learned.

Apart from him, no one else in the whole club is so active.

Chen Huan saw him many times in a row, and he didn't go back until the evening after practice, and he was slightly moved. When he was free, he also gave him a small talk, and occasionally mentioned a few words.

After living like this for a week.

Lin Sheng finally ushered in the opportunity to enter the nightmare again.

Hiss. Hiss.

Opening his eyes, Lin Sheng heard the sound of the tip of a sword being dragged to the ground nearby.

His vision gradually became clear, and he immediately looked in the direction of the sound.

In the hall of the manor, the lame rotten swordsman is still there!

He was limping and dragging his sword, standing in a daze in front of the oil painting wall on the left, the long black sword in his hand moved from time to time, making a slight hissing sound.

Lin Sheng came back to his senses, and immediately saw the silver long sword that fell in the corner of the wall. It was the one he took out from the bedroom.

He glanced at the rotten swordsman, who was facing away from him, and didn't notice.

Lin Sheng moved his steps cautiously, walked around the big dining table, and walked towards the long sword at the door.

After learning basic swordsmanship for a week, he probably knew what kind of move he died in last time.

It is the simplest straight stab.

The straight thrust is the simplest, but also the easiest to learn but hard to master trick.

The straight thrust of Naxi swordsmanship requires the body to stand sideways, arms stretched forward, and the length of the sword thrust should be extended as much as possible, so as to stab the opponent while avoiding the opponent's attack.

Step by step, Lin Sheng moved his body slowly, and soon reached the long sword at the door.

He carefully stared at the rotten swordsman, bent down, and gently held the hilt of the long sword with his right hand.

A week of basic posture and sword stabbing practice made him eager to try to kill this monster.

"Just a crippled monster that moves so slowly. As long as I'm careful. Should be fine"

Lin Sheng calculated the distance in his mind.

This kind of monster seems to judge the external situation completely by hearing. As long as it doesn't make a sound, it should be able to sneak attack from behind.

He made up his mind, held the sword, and slowly approached the rotten swordsman.

As the distance got closer, he held the sword in both hands, slowly raised it up, placed it by his right ear, and assumed a roof-like posture.

This week, he has been practicing two movements, one is the chop with this posture, and the other is the straight thrust.

Practicing every day, day and night, I fantasize about using the rotten swordsman as my simulated opponent.

Now finally, the opportunity has come!

Under the gloomy night, in the hall, Lin Sheng raised his long sword, and clenched his teeth about three steps behind the rotten swordsman.

"kill!"

Suddenly he slammed down hard.

clang! !

In an instant, the rotten swordsman turned around and drew a black arc with his right arm, and lifted it up precisely, blocking Lin Sheng's downward strike.

The two metal swords collided fiercely. Lin Sheng only felt a slight pain in his wrist. There was a huge shock coming from the hilt of the sword, and he could hardly hold it.

He gritted his teeth, pressed down on the blade desperately, and at the same time kicked the opponent's knee fiercely.

Boom.

The Rotten Swordsman's legs moved slowly, and he couldn't dodge at all. When he hit his knee, there was a cracking sound on the spot, and his bones seemed to be broken.

Without the support of its legs and feet, its center of gravity tilted, and the black long sword slipped in its hand.

Lin Sheng's pressed sword involuntarily slid along and fell from the edge of the black sword.

Pooh!

He didn't even pay attention to it, so he felt the long sword in his hand being cut in a soft place.

Black blood was scattered all over the floor like splashed ink, staining the floor in pitch black.

ho ho

The Rotten Swordsman staggered to the left, a large amount of black blood spewed from his left neck, and fell to the ground.

Lin Sheng held the sword blankly and looked at the fallen monster in front of him.

In an instant, a faint black line of smoke evaporated from the rotten swordsman, winding like a snake and flying towards his chest.

Chi.

The black line suddenly hit Lin Sheng's chest and disappeared instantly.

In an instant, countless fragmentary and incomplete pictures flooded into his mind.

poof.

Lin Sheng fell to his knees, let go of the hilt of his sword with both hands, and covered his head.

He wanted to howl, but his convulsive body and severe headache made him unable to even cry out.

A trace of black mist continuously evaporated from his body.

For a long time, I don't know if ten minutes or half an hour passed.

Lin Sheng, who was kneeling, struggled slowly and let go of his covered face.

The edges of his pupils were originally black, and the whites of his eyes were covered with black blood.

A large number of black blood threads are evenly distributed around the pupils of the eyes like black threads in a spider web.

"Ravel Green"

Lin Sheng stood up and looked down at the rotten swordsman lying on the ground in front of him with complicated eyes.

"Ravel, you once said that you would love me forever, have you forgotten all of this?" A voice suddenly sounded from behind Lin Sheng.

He turned cold all over, and turned around abruptly.

There is nothing behind.

"Is it a hallucination?"

Lin Sheng gritted his teeth and took a breath, and quickly picked up the long sword from the ground.

It's a pity that there is a small gap on the blade of the silver long sword, and there are tiny cracks in the gap.

"It can't be used anymore. It must have been too long. The sword itself is just an ordinary material. It can last a round, which is not bad."

Lin Sheng put down the long sword, and moved his eyes to the black long sword on the right arm of the Rotten Swordsman.

He took a deep breath, just when the black line rushed into his chest, at that moment, he saw some screen clips.

Those clips are all about Ravel, the owner of this estate.

Those memories, those vague and incomplete voices, kept echoing in his mind, until just now they slowly receded.

At that moment, he seemed to have personally experienced a little of the life and experience of Ravel, the owner of the manor.

Fortunately, there were very few memories pouring in, otherwise he felt that he might be shocked into a mental illness.

Bending down, Lin Sheng checked the corpse of the rotten swordsman, and made sure that he didn't move anymore.

Only then did he hold the long sword, aimed at the opponent's right arm, and slashed down fiercely.

puff!

The missing blade cut off the rotten swordsman's right arm at once.

Lin Sheng didn't even feel any obstacles. It is obvious that the degree of decay of the other party's body has greatly weakened the hardness of his bones, otherwise it would not be so easy.