Nightmare’s Call

With awe in his heart, Lin Sheng sorted out his memory, put away his pen, washed up quickly and went to bed.

"This time, after practicing outside, there is actually a twelfth-level existence in Heiyu City. According to the previous inference. What if the twelfth-level city guard commander also turns into a monster, then"

Anyway, this time, Lin Sheng was determined not to enter the city.

It's just that he just got the map of Heiyu City, and he eagerly wants to go in and see if he can find the shadow of extraordinary power.

Lying on the bed, he closed his eyes, his consciousness gradually became confused in the entanglement, and then he kept sinking, sinking, sinking.

"Well"

A gust of cold wind blew by, making him shiver and wake up suddenly.

When he opened his eyes, there was a mess of grass all around him, and the corpse of a rotten swordsman who had been killed was lying sideways in front of him not far away.

Lin Sheng stood up leaning on his sword and looked around. He was still at the corner of the city wall where he was injured before.

On both sides are gray and dilapidated city walls full of holes, extending all the way to the distance in the fog, with no end in sight.

He first quickly checked the injured part.

"Is the wound healed?"

The previously injured parts have completely returned to normal, and even the damaged clothes have been repaired together.

Lin Sheng patted the wound vigorously, but it didn't hurt at all.

"You can use this trick to restore your status in the future."

Remembering this secretly, he raised his head and glanced left and right.

On the left is the area he had swept before, and that's where the rotten swordsman on the ground was found.

The right is the direction to go back to the city gate.

After a pause, he decided to go back to the right first.

"If I don't go in, I'll just stroll outside to see the head office, right? Maybe at different times, this Black Feather City will have different changes."

Lin Sheng had the memories of the gatekeepers in his mind, so he knew the truth. He has an accurate judgment on the entire Black Feather City and his own position.

At this time, it is no longer running around like before.

He moved his hands and checked his lower body.

His body was still wearing the white underwear he had when he came in, and they were all long clothes and trousers, no wonder it was so cold.

"Where do I have to find a suit of clothes to wear? This dream perception is getting more and more real. Don't be cold to death in the back, that would be funny."

Deciding to pay more attention to the clothes, Lin Sheng unconsciously glanced at the corpse not far away.

The Rotting Swordsman was wearing messy black clothes, and the original light gray material could still be vaguely seen.

Through the gaps in the clothes, you can still see a lot of dried black blood and pustules.

"Forget it."

Lin Sheng decisively cut off his plan to snatch the rotten swordsman's clothes.

Holding the sword, he walked towards the gate of the city without rushing step by step.

After walking for a while, there was a sudden sound of soft footsteps beside the city wall in front.

Tap, tap, tap.

The footsteps were like metal boots stepping on stones in the soil, and the sound was dull and crackling.

Lin Sheng's heart trembled, and he stopped immediately.

What he didn't expect was that the other party seemed to have noticed him and stopped immediately.

Both sides stop at the same time.

The wind blew past his feet, bringing the rustling of weeds not far away.

Lin Sheng felt his body getting colder and colder, and his grip on the hilt of the sword became tighter and tighter.

He pursed his lips, and licked his tongue on the chapped lower lip.

Slap.

Suddenly a small stone fell from the wall above his head.

Chi.

A thin sound quickly approached.

Lin Sheng was attracted by the stone, so his reaction was a little slow, and he quickly raised his sword.

Clang.

The two swords collided violently.

In the black mist, a black sword jumped from top to bottom and smashed hard in the middle of Lin Sheng's sword.

Only then did Lin Sheng see who his opponent was.

The opponent is also dressed as a rotten swordsman. The head was covered with a white bandage, and the eyes, nostrils and mouth were not exposed.

But it's different from other rotten swordsmen.

There was no blood seeping from the bandage on the guy's head, and his hands and feet were completely healthy. The black clothes on his body were not damaged in any way.

There were no pustules on the exposed black skin.

Except for the old clothes, it looks like a normal person with a head injury.

Before he had time to observe, Lin Sheng was pushed back by the opponent's huge force.

The two quickly backed up all the way.

The Rotten Swordsman stopped with a stampede, only Lin Sheng continued to retreat following the inertia.

clang!

The two swords collided again.

Lin Sheng felt his hands go numb, and even his shoulders were shaken.

But before he recovered his strength, the opponent Hei Jian came again.

The continuous sword strikes were deafening. Lin Sheng could only follow the mercenary's fighting instinct to block.

Now he realizes that the best thing to use in actual combat is the fighting instinct honed by that wandering mercenary in the battlefield of life and death.

"So strong." Lin Sheng tried his best to hold on, feeling horrified.

This is the first time he has encountered such a powerful rotten swordsman.

The previous ones were mostly lame, or missing arms, always physically disabled.

But this time is different.

The opponent is in good health and has superb swordsmanship, not even weaker than himself who has absorbed the memories of so many soldiers.

"It's not that I'm weaker than me! If it wasn't for the mercenary's instinctive reaction to danger, I would have been killed by now." Lin Sheng suddenly realized.

He doesn't remember any sword skills at all now, and the harsh sound of blows exploded in front of him again and again. The body can only back and forth constantly.

The rest he can do nothing.

The black sword in his hand instinctively blocked in the direction of the cold.

Only at this moment did he realize how powerful that mercenary was.

If it wasn't for that guy's physical disability back then, and his lack of systematic sword skills, he wouldn't have tried to kill him at all.

There was a sound of impact, and Lin Sheng was sore all over. It felt like being hit by a heavy hammer again and again, and his hands were completely numb.

But both reason and instinct told him that he must hold on to the hilt of the sword, otherwise he would die!

Boom.

Suddenly there was a muffled sound, Lin Sheng took two steps back, and found that there was no sound in front of him, and the continuous black sword attacks before were gone.

He staggered and half-kneeled on the ground, his whole body was weak. He barely raised his eyes and looked forward.

Under the moonlight, the rotten swordsman stood two meters away from him with his sword in one hand, and stopped chasing him.

Swish Swish.

Two consecutive sword marks flashed across the ground in front of the opponent, forming a cross.

The Rotten Swordsman turned and left slowly, slowly disappearing into the mist.

Lin Sheng gritted his teeth and stood up, using his sword to support himself from falling.

Sweat dripped from his forehead in large swaths. He didn't realize it at all.

"This guy is completely two levels from the previous Rotten Swordsman! But, why didn't he chase after him??"

Lin Sheng quickly glanced left and right, and immediately understood.

Where he was standing, on the left side of the road, stood a thick wooden pillar more than four meters high, with a dilapidated black pennant hanging on it.

In the middle of the flag, a black eagle pattern with fluttering wings can be vaguely seen.

"This is the boundary of Heiyu City's jurisdiction. It's so far away?" Lin Sheng felt incredible.

From the city wall to here, there is at least two hundred meters.

He actually retreated so far under the attack of that rotten swordsman just now! ?