Nightmare’s Call

"Brother! Don't rush to leave, have you considered moving to another place? You're good at swordsmanship, and Chen Huan's mother-in-law was taken care of by you. Great master!"

As soon as this man approached, there was a strong smell of perfume.

He was a little taller than Lin Sheng, with a big build and a rough voice, but his authentic Celine accent gave off a strange feeling.

The people of Xilin are mostly yellow people, but the yellow people here are generally whiter than the yellow people in Lin Sheng's previous life, and they are much whiter.

And the blacks and whites here, relatively speaking, are not as severely differentiated as the earth in the previous life.

White people are only slightly whiter than yellow people.

In the port of Huaisha City.

Foreign whites are not uncommon, and most of them come from the Leon countries across the sea. It is the most developed area in the world.

Lin Sheng turned around and carefully looked at the man who called him.

This man is a white man with dark yellow hair, a golden nose ring on his nose, a blue tiger tattoo on his body, a bare upper body, and a pair of wide gray breeches on his legs.

"Hello, my name is Russell. The manager of the Steel Scale Clubhouse. I saw the match just now, and I played very well!"

"Russell?" Lin Sheng was taken aback, the name is good. "My name is Lin Sheng, you said you are the manager of Steel Scale Club?"

"Don't talk here, follow me!" Russell pulled Lin Sheng around and ran away.

The two walked quickly all the way, turned a street corner, and arrived at another swordsmanship club.

This is also one of the other two clubs that Lin Sheng has visited before, both of which have very expensive membership fees.

The outside of the clubhouse is decorated like a luxury hotel, resplendent and magnificent, and there are two black lions on both sides of the entrance.

Everything inside is round, round headlights, round halls, round pillars, and round counters.

There is also a girl with a round face at the front desk.

Russell pulled Lin Sheng straight to the second floor.

After going up to the second floor, the two quickly entered a spacious and gorgeously decorated fencing sparring classroom.

Two swordsmen in armored helmets are fighting each other.

"Ma Dilan! Xia Yin, come quickly, I brought back a master!" Russell yelled as soon as he entered the door.

"This guy just made the long-legged girl next door Tengchong cry just ten minutes ago!" Russell quickly exaggerated the facts to highlight the publicity effect.

"What?"

Hearing the words, the two swordsmen stopped their movements and turned their heads to look over.

Of these two people, one is a black youth, and the other looks like a mixed-race girl.

Russell pointed at the black man and said, "Madilan, the chief steward of the clubhouse."

Then he pointed at the mixed-race girl: "Xia Yin, the chief equipment engineer of the clubhouse. Oh, by the way, she is a mixed race of Celine and Aiou."

Finally, he pointed at Lin Sheng again.

"Master, beat Lin Sheng who cried Chen Huan!"

Lin Sheng was speechless, and glanced at the situation in the classroom.

The whole classroom was no different from the dance studio, the floor was covered with thick and high-grade cushions, which did not look like cushions, but more like expensive black marble with patterns.

On the left is a large floor-to-ceiling mirror, which is convenient for the swordsman to correct his movements.

There are built-in grids in the corners, and there are sets of metal armor and helmets that are expensive at first glance.

There are also various sword blades of different lengths hanging on the weapon rack.

"How is it? The conditions here are much better than those next door!" Russell laughed twice. "There is no shortage of anything here, but there is a shortage of masters. Are you interested in joining us?"

Lin Sheng looked at him in confusion.

"What's the meaning?"

"One thousand a month, you come to guide at least five times, which counts as two hundred times, no problem, right? Even Chen Huan can't get this price." Russell bid.

The black Madilan also approached with a smile, showing his white teeth.

"Hello, friend. This clubhouse is a small organization established by the three of us with our own money. The purpose is to exchange Naxi swordsmanship and other ancient martial arts."

"He's very powerful, Ma Dilan, it's no problem for one to beat the three of us!" Russell exclaimed in an extremely exaggerated tone.

"What are you doing? I'm just a beginner." Lin Sheng was surprised, then calmed down again.

"Beginners? It doesn't matter. Beginners who can make Chen Huan cry, they should hurry up!" Ma Dilan said with a smile.

The female voice Xia Yin also took off her helmet and approached. She didn't speak, she was just observing Lin Sheng.

"What work do I want to do when I join here?" Lin Sheng asked again.

"Five times a month, 200 guide fees each time, just come and explain the Naxi swordsmanship to us." Russell explained, "Our place is different from Tengchong, we are not open to the public. Only specific members are accepted."

"To put it bluntly, the three of us need advice." Ma Dilan added.

"What about your previous guidance?" Lin Sheng was puzzled.

This place is gorgeously decorated and the salary is quite high. Someone should have applied for the job a long time ago. Why haven't I seen it?

"I was beaten away by Tengchong next door." Russell's face darkened when he mentioned this.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, let's practice!" He hurriedly dragged Lin Sheng to put on protective clothing and a helmet.

two minutes later

The three of them were panting like cows, standing opposite Lin Sheng.

All three were fully armed, with crossed swords in their hands. It's just that the postures of the three of them are a little unnatural.

Russell and Madelan clutched their chests and panted, while Xia Yin pressed her right thigh and did not move.

"Amazing!" These were the first words Xia Yin spoke.

"Come on, stay here, I'll give you fifteen thousand!" Ma Dilan slapped her thigh loudly.

Lin Sheng was a little dazed for a moment when he met the three pairs of eager eyes.

When he got home at night, Lin Sheng was still in a daze.

He was kicked out of the Tengchong Club for no reason, and then dragged into the Steelscale Club for no reason.

A clubhouse with a total of three official members.

It felt like a dream, seriously unreal.

Sitting at the dinner table, father Lin Niannian picked up his rice bowl and looked up at Lin Sheng who was sitting opposite him.

"How are you doing recently? Didn't your grades drop?" He put a pinch of dried tofu fried meat into his bowl and didn't move, waiting for Lin Sheng to reply.

"It's okay, as usual." Lin Sheng recovered and replied.

"Grandpa's situation has stabilized, but you still have to take turns to take care of him. You can only rely on yourself. We won't be able to take care of it for a while." Lin Zhounian sighed.

"Understood." Lin Sheng nodded.

"When I first went upstairs, I heard from Aunt Zhang downstairs that the price of beef has risen sharply recently."

Mother Gu Wanqiu started to chat about the daily oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar, where there are promotional activities, and where there are minor changes, she can find out from the neighbors in the neighborhood.

Obviously she has to go to kindergarten to work every day, and it doesn't take long to come back.

Lin Niannian interrupted to discuss with her from time to time.

Lin Sheng sat on the side and listened silently.

After eating, he took the initiative to wash the dishes. After cleaning up, he quickly washed and returned to the bedroom.

He couldn't wait to enter the dream again and explore the secrets of that mysterious Black Feather City.

Lin Sheng was full of anticipation for killing the rotten swordsman before and obtained the incomplete memory.