Nightmare’s Call

After a while.

Lin Sheng sat in the kitchen, carefully looking at the rotten swordsman's black sword dissected in front of him.

The black sword is as long as an arm and as wide as a palm, with a glass-like smooth coating on the surface, and a black guard on the hilt, which is the same as the previous silver long sword, with a cross-shaped blade.

In the middle of the sword body, near the hilt, there is a vertical pupil mark like a flower.

This is exactly the same as the previous silver long sword.

"It seems that the rotten swordsman should be Ravel." Lin Sheng, who saw a little memory of the screen, can basically judge the identity of the other party.

"The most unimaginable thing is that I can actually absorb the memory of the other party!?" He reached out to hold the hilt of the black sword and lifted it gently.

The black sword is heavier than the previous silver long sword, equivalent to about one and a half times that of the silver sword.

Lin Sheng held it in his hand and waved it lightly, closing his hands unexpectedly.

A trace of inexplicable familiarity made him stabilize slightly, as if the muscles in his body were borrowing strength, and the strength was continuously transmitted, from the legs to the waist and abdomen, and then to the shoulders and arms, stabbing forward fiercely.

Chi!

The black sword pierced a black line in an instant, piercing the air in front of it precisely and steadily, with a slight sound of piercing the air.

"??!" Lin Sheng froze. "what happened?"

The way he swung his sword just now was completely instinctive, without the slightest hesitation.

It's like practicing countless times beforehand.

After a pause, Lin Sheng swung his sword again and tried other moves.

But no matter how he swung, except for the straight thrust just now, he didn't feel anything about the rest of the movements.

Simply, he also began to try to practice straight thrusts.

During the continuous practice, there was a constant sound of cracking the air in the kitchen.

He felt that the power of this trick was definitely not small.

"Wait! This move feels similar to the one used by that rotten swordsman!"

Lin Sheng had died from that straight thrust before, but after practicing it constantly, he immediately felt a little familiar.

Chi!

He thrust his sword forward again.

Obviously it's just a very simple basic move, but after cooperating with the whole body's strength, the power is not so great as a basic move.

"The attack site is also the same, the left side of the chest is the heart."

Reminiscing the memories of the fragments he saw before, Lin Sheng vaguely felt that this might be the last physical memory of the rotten swordsman.

"If I had obtained the incomplete memory of the rotten swordsman before, it would not be unacceptable to obtain body memory. Anyway, in a dream, anything can happen."

Lin Sheng calmed down, and soon began to enjoy the feeling of becoming much stronger all at once.

Holding the black sword, he slowly left the kitchen and went to the hall to check the corpse of the rotting swordsman. After making sure there is nothing abnormal.

He grabbed the corpse by its clothes, dragged it out of the door, and closed the door and lowered the latch.

Because there was no water in the manor, Lin Sheng simply used the curtains as a rag to wipe off the black blood on his hands.

Then I went back to the study, sat down, and planned to continue to memorize and recite the previous swordsmanship handbook.

But not long after he sat down, he unexpectedly discovered that there were a small number of word groups in the handbook, and he actually knew what they meant.

Combining the context and illustrations, he even guessed and guessed on some pages, and he could probably read the general idea.

"It must be caused by the incomplete memory of Ravel that I just absorbed!" Lin Sheng was overjoyed. Killing a monster that turned into a human in his dream could still have such benefits.

He decisively began to scan the book quickly.

Soon, the entire swordsmanship handbook was scanned and read by him. The part about swordsmanship in it is indeed as he judged before, it is pitifully small.

Only a few pages with pictures mentioned Ravel's famous sword skill - Strike of Wrath.

Lin Sheng roughly read the contents of those pages.

"Rage Strike is not so much Ravel's famous sword skill, but rather a common long sword skill. It's just that Ravel uses it very well, so he became famous for it."

He flipped the pages of the book, and his eyes flowed on some of the contents.

"This book is said to be a handbook of swordsmanship. In fact, except for a little bit of swordsmanship practice methods, most of the rest are about Ravel's travels, battle stories, experiences, etc. Most of them are exaggerated and exaggerated."

Lin Sheng shook his head and put down the book. With a little memory of Ravel, he looked at these books that he had studied for a long time before, and he could barely recognize a lot of characters.

Standing up, he glanced at the bookshelf again.

Soon I found another one that I could read.

This book is different from other tomes. There is nothing on the cover. After opening, only the first half of the book has content, and most of them are scribbled.

Lin Sheng carefully turned to the first page and began to read carefully.

"Looks like a notepad?"

At the top of the first page, lines of words were vaguely written.

'. It's getting dark again and Tang En is here again. '

‘He intends to leave here and find a way to call for help. But all this is irreparable. Leaving will bring even more terrifying results. '

Below is a line of fuzzy handwriting, I can't make out what it is.

Lin Sheng simply turned to the second page.

'The nights are getting longer and the wind is getting colder. Tang En left, my last best friend, I hope you are safe.’

They were all simple words and phrases, and Lin Sheng read them surprisingly easily.

He began to flip through the pages, browsing backwards.

'I am old and my strength has declined greatly. Pauli has grown up too, and I am very relieved that I actually shot down my sword for the first time today. '

‘The chickens and ducks in the manor have been missing more and more recently. I don’t know if they are dead or what? '

‘.Wind, it’s about to freeze.’

'I really hope everything goes back to the beginning. '

Flipping through the pages, Lin Sheng found that the content recorded in this notebook, except for the incomprehensible parts, was mostly recorded daily life.

It's all the little things that happen every day between Ravel and his granddaughter Paulie.

But the external environment seems to have some kind of huge danger, which is approaching step by step.

There is a touch of despair and depression in Ravel's words.

Flipping all the way, Lin Sheng soon turned to the last few pages that he could see clearly.

‘Did something happen to the patrol army in Black Feather City? Even the last strong shield. Everything, hopeless. Looks like I have to go to LS Bell and get my new sword. The previous long sword obviously couldn't hold it anymore. '

'Polly will be fine, with my sergeant under her protection, she will be able to get out safely.'

When I got here, I became blurred and couldn't see anything clearly.

Lin Sheng frowned.

From this notebook, he learned several important information.

First, this is probably a place called Black Feather City.

Second, the last place where Ravel went to get the sword was a place called LS Bell, which should be a place dedicated to buying and selling weapons. Might be able to find protective gear.

Lin Sheng, who has clocked in the club for a week, is no longer ignorant of this kind of weapons and equipment.

When he checked the information on the Internet, he also knew very well that in the stage of cold weapons, a complete set of good armor would be of great help to the improvement of survivability.

"Black Feather City LS Bell" Lin Sheng felt that this dream was becoming more and more real. It's also getting more and more interesting.

He couldn't wait to find out what happened in Black Feather City, and why Ravel changed from a second-level swordsman to the current rotten monster.