Nightmare’s Call

Back from the clubhouse, Lin Sheng still took the bus.

Although I have money in my pocket, the habits formed before are still not easy to change. It's like he only planned to keep a low profile for two years at the beginning, but he kept a low profile for a long time, and now he has become a habit

"To put it bluntly, I'm still lazy."

Standing in the cold wind, Lin Sheng turned his head and looked at the rickety white bus that was slowly going away. Tightening his collar, he slowly walked along the blind path in front of the shop.

There are not many people on the street, there are no snacks in the neighborhood here, and the nightlife is quite deserted.

As Lin Sheng hurried back, he recalled the previous fight with Russell.

"Actually, I almost always deal with the opponent without drawing my sword. In the mercenary's residual instinctive memory, I'm not very good at this kind of sudden close-up attack."

"Using the metal sword rest and precise judgment, you can instantly break through the opponent's attack. This kind of technique should actually be counted in close combat."

"It's a pity that my physical strength is still a little weak, otherwise I wouldn't need to use my strength to counterattack to win."

Before he practiced with Russell, the reason why he was able to easily throw it into the air was not because of his own strength, but because of Russell's own pounce.

This is also a move in the mercenary's memory instinct. Facing an opponent whose strength is much higher than his own, this type of move is necessary.

"In general, this is to use the hardness and material of the long sword itself as a leverage principle to borrow the strength of the opponent.

In theory, the stronger the opponent is, the deeper the damage will be. The premise is that the material of the sword body must be hard enough. "

Lin Sheng recalled the previous fights, and he had a deeper understanding of this kind of skills in his heart.

If it is said that Ravel's memory fragments gave him a basic straight attack, then the mercenary's memory fragments enriched his other combat experience.

Although there are not many, in Ravel's environment, perhaps not even an apprentice. But dealing with a Russell is no problem at all.

The guy said he was trained, but in fact he was just a chick who had never seen blood.

Walking in through the spacious gate of the community, Lin Sheng walked all the way to the entrance of the corridor of his home with familiarity.

On the ground at the stairway, someone scattered a stack of advertising leaflets, scattered all over the floor.

There is a photo of an unknown beauty printed on it, and the following line reads: A lot of money to seek a child.

Lin Sheng kicked away an advertising leaflet that was blown upright by the wind, and walked upstairs slowly.

The light in the stairwell was out again.

He took three steps at a time, and reached the third floor in a few strokes.

The anti-theft door at home was wide open, and father Lin Niannian was carrying out goods, all of which were filled with sackcloth bags of snacks and snacks.

Several big bags were piled up in front of the house, and there was not even a place to stay.

"Help me, just move downstairs." Seeing Lin Sheng coming, Lin Zhounian called out quickly.

"kindness."

The two father and son worked together, much faster, and transported more than ten bags of things downstairs.

Lin Niannian went to drive his small tricycle over, and loaded the goods into the car.

"Okay, you go to sleep, I'll send it to someone. They are in a hurry." Lin Zhounian stuffed a roll of money into Lin Sheng's hand.

"Your class teacher called and said that he wanted to make up lessons, and he was going to talk about the key questions of the college entrance examination. This is the fee for making up lessons.

And your pocket money for the next few days. Don't ask your sister, it's not easy for her to be outside alone. "

After speaking, he waved his hand, and without waiting for Lin Sheng to reply, he rode on the tricycle and wobbled away.

Lin Sheng watched his father get farther and farther away in the night until he could no longer see him.

He looked down at the roll of money in his hand, one for one hundred and two for twenty. The money was pinched a little crumpled, with a little bit of daddy's sweat on it.

Life is like this. Apart from small shops, Lin Niannian occasionally helps others to order large orders.

It's not uncommon for him to go out to deliver goods in the evening like this. He can earn twenty or thirty dollars a trip, which is hard money.

After a moment of silence, Lin Sheng turned around and went back to the third floor, opened the door and entered the house.

Change into your slippers, do your routine, change into your pajamas, and drink a glass of water before bed.

Finally, she lay down quietly on the bed in the bedroom.

Lying on his back on the bed, he thought a lot for a while.

"It's really about improving your life."

After a long time, Lin Sheng sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

call!

As soon as he opened his eyes, Lin Sheng felt a chill hit his forehead.

He rolled instinctively, and rolled to the left to avoid it.

puff! !

A black sword fell heavily on the position where he had just stood, smashing the ground into a big hole.

The owner of the black sword is a rotten swordsman with a bloated figure.

He was pulling his sword out of the ground, turned around and rushed towards Lin Sheng again.

In the cold wind, the rotten swordsman was covered in black, only a black shadow rushed towards Lin Sheng.

"Again!"

Lin Sheng couldn't see the figure clearly at all, so he could only roll over to avoid it, then got up and ran away.

Before, there was still a little moonlight outside, but this time, even the moonlight was gone.

It was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

"Look for a light source first!"

Lin Sheng ran wildly with one kick and one shallow kick. He didn't dare to stop at all, for fear that after he stopped, some monsters would appear around him.

He didn't want to die again out of nowhere, after all, after dying once, he would have to be mentally weak for a few days before recovering.

I don't know how far I ran. There was no sound behind him.

Suddenly Lin Sheng tripped over a rock, staggered and almost fell.

Finally, the sky gradually became brighter.

Moonlight slowly emerged from behind the black clouds.

Lin Sheng gasped for breath and stopped, carefully discerning his surroundings.

The front is tall and gray and white, and all the sights are gray city walls.

The city wall surrounds the entire town, like rotten white cheese that is about to go bad, full of broken holes.

Lin Sheng took a few steps forward. His current position is only a few meters away from the city wall.

"He ran here in one breath, is this the Black Feather City?"

He reached out and touched the gray and white city wall that was close at hand.

Different from what it looks like on the surface, the material of the city wall is extremely hard, and some sharp places even give him a metallic touch.

"It's getting more and more real, this dream."

Lin Sheng's heart sank slightly. In fact, at this point, he already had some doubts. Was he really dreaming?

Withdrawing his hand, he slowly clenched the black sword, and walked in through the opening of the main entrance of the city wall.

The door opening more than three meters high was cold and dead, with gusts of cold wind constantly rushing in from behind.

Lin Sheng shrank his neck involuntarily, trying to avoid heat loss.

Through the doorway, there is a decaying gray neighborhood inside.

There are also broken carriages on the street. Some fine black fragments of unknown nature were blown around by the wind from time to time.

The dilapidated shops and residential areas kept making weird creaking noises in the wind, as if they might collapse at any moment.

Lin Sheng raised his head and looked into the distance.

It was gray in there.

The depths of Heiyu City were still submerged in a fog, and nothing could be seen clearly.

"Not a single living thing?" Lin Sheng remained vigilant at all times.

He didn't believe that there would be no monsters in such a big city.

Holding the black sword, he searched left and right, and soon found a direction sign on the right side of the door opening.

The sign made of black metal has a total of five directions.

The text in three directions has been completely blurred and cannot be seen clearly. The remaining two are also barely recognizable.

"Eyres Square? Black Feather City Hall?"

Lin Sheng recognized the writing in these two directions.