Nightmare’s Call

Chased two hundred meters by the rotten swordsman in one go, Lin Sheng was surprised at how good his physical strength was, and was also shocked by the opponent's ferocity.

At the same time, the emphasis on the fighting instinct of mercenaries is also higher.

"I'm also lucky. I was able to acquire this special instinct that can only be cultivated between life and death. This trip can be regarded as really helping me discover the effect of this ability."

Lin Sheng stood on the spot and rested for a while, feeling that in his dream, his physical strength recovered faster than in reality.

He was quite tired before, but within ten minutes, he recovered.

Chucking the black sword into the ground, he squatted down and dug a handful of black soil with his hands.

The black soil is cold and hard, mixed with many black threads like grass roots, and fine black stones scattered and fallen.

Lin Sheng pinched it lightly, the soil was loose, and then put it on his nose to smell it.

A stench of rotten flesh rushed towards him.

Throwing away the black soil casually, he stood up, clapped his hands, and drew out his sword.

"According to the memories of the soldiers who defended the city before, see if we can determine who this guy is."

A few names from memory flashed through his mind. His face fell silent.

"Give it a try. Since you stop here and don't chase, then the biggest possibility is one of these people."

Holding the black sword, Lin Sheng slowly moved forward and took a step.

Just past the post with the Black Hawk pennant.

Puff puff.

There was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps in the mist ahead.

Lin Sheng's pupils shrank, and the tip of the black sword moved forward, pointing obliquely at the ground. The whole body is tense and ready to exert strength at any time.

This posture is called the central iron gate. It seems to be an offensive posture, but it is actually the most commonly used main defensive posture in the basic posture.

Soon, less than three breaths.

A black figure came rushing out of the mist, the black sword in his hand pointing obliquely to the right, walking like a mad bull.

There was no time to think about how to deal with it. Lin Sheng only took a breath from seeing the opponent appear to slashing with the sword.

He quickly raised the sword upwards and swung it with all his strength.

clang.

The two swords collided in an instant.

Under the moonlight, the rotten swordsman's black sword was countered by Lin Sheng's move ahead of time, and swung upward.

But he didn't mess up at all, he spun along the trend, his body turned 360 degrees, and the black sword struck again.

Lin Sheng felt sore and weak all over, so he quickly took a step back.

With a click, the rotten swordsman's black sword suddenly swept one centimeter in front of him. From top to bottom, it fell hard into the black soil on the ground.

Following the inertia, the sharp black blade sank nearly one-third of the ground in an instant.

"It's now!!" Lin Sheng's eyes lit up, and he jumped forward, mustering all his strength, and stabbing forward with the black sword.

The Rotten Swordsman still wanted to draw out his weapon, but unfortunately the blade sank too deep, so he couldn't pull it out so quickly.

This time he missed the opportunity, he didn't have time to react, he poofed, and was stabbed by Lin Sheng on the spot.

Pooh!

The slender black sword blade pierced straight into his chest and heart, and hit the sword guard with spurted black blood.

Most of the sword body pierced through the back of the rotten swordsman, and black blood dripped from the blade.

"Big profit!" Lin Sheng used the soft black soil to calculate successfully. At this moment, his heart relaxed and he burst into joy. That is to say, a monster like the opponent has no brains, and a normal person would not be tricked.

Unfortunately, before he could be happy for a long time, a sharp pain spread from his abdomen in an instant.

Lin Sheng staggered and let go of the hilt of his sword, took two steps back, and looked down at his lower abdomen.

I don't know when there will be an extra dagger there. A curved dagger with a black snake-like hilt.

The dagger pierced deeply into his abdomen, accompanied by pain and a slight numbness.

Lin Sheng, who had the memories of many soldiers, immediately recognized that this was the feeling that some kind of poison was spreading.

"Fuck. Careless."

He endured the pain, imitating the method of the TV series, stretched out his hand to hold the dagger, and pulled it out fiercely.

puff!

Blood sprayed on his hand and spilled on the ground in a large area, wet and clearly visible.

"Damn it. Sprayed more!! It's going to die!!"

Lin Sheng felt like there was a hole in his stomach, and air was leaking out continuously.

"It's not a feeling, it's just a hole.!"

He covered his stomach with his hands, and sat down on the ground.

One meter in front of him, the rotten swordsman was lying on the ground, motionless, obviously dead.

Wisps of black smoke were slowly steaming up from the opponent's body, and then condensed into a thread, flying towards him soundlessly.

With a click, the black line accurately entered Lin Sheng's heart.

"It's okay. No loss." Lin Sheng immediately felt a familiar headache.

A large number of memory images crazily drilled into his brain, and the pain in his head was superimposed on the pain in his stomach, which made him want to cry for a while.

"Forget it, this trip will definitely not survive"

Without any hesitation, he grabbed the dagger he had drawn out and slapped his throat hard.

A burst of suffocating pain quickly spread throughout the body.

Lin Sheng only felt that his eyes were black, and quickly dimmed, and then his vision was blinded, and he completely lost consciousness.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Lin Sheng's eyes were pitch black, and he had difficulty breathing. The quilt covered him completely.

Wow!

He threw off the quilt and took a deep breath.

In the middle of the night, his whole body was covered in the quilt and it was difficult to breathe. It was not cold outside, but he didn't sweat at all. Instead, it was frighteningly cold.

"I used to feel that the way mercenaries used to treat wounds was outdated, and that more advanced modern medical methods should be used. I didn't expect that. Damn, I won't watch TV dramas anymore!"

When Lin Sheng thought of the tragedy of pulling out the dagger just now, his heart became furious.

Although no matter how you deal with it, that kind of injury is definitely dead. But anyway, maybe I can last a little longer?

Panting, he sat on the bed and rested for a while.

Lin Sheng picked up the alarm clock from the bed and looked at it.

Four sixteen.

"It's still early, you can still sleep for a while."

But to his surprise, this time he died, and he seemed to be less spirited than before.

"Huh? It doesn't seem like your spirit has been affected?" Lin Sheng was puzzled, carefully understanding the state.

He quickly got out of bed and turned on the lamp.

"The best way to test your mental state is to do the questions!"

Without further ado, he dug out a collection of math exercises, opened it, and found a calculation problem at random.

Swish, swish, three, five, and two, the calculation problem was solved at a speed similar to his usual.

"No change. It doesn't seem to be affected."

Lin Sheng didn't believe in evil, and quickly solved a few questions.

The result is the same as before. Whether it is the time spent or the process of solving the problem, it is extremely smooth, without any lag.

"No, it seems like I haven't died for a long time.?"

Lin Sheng suddenly thought of something.

"Could it be that you can slowly get used to something like death?"

He always felt that there should be a pattern in it.

"Or, is it related to the black threads I absorbed?"

Keeping it in mind for now, Lin Sheng turned off the light and went back to bed.

Since it doesn't affect the spirit, that's the best. Otherwise, the college entrance examination is coming soon, and it is really not an ordinary trouble that the state is affected.

Without worrying about being depressed, Lin Sheng began to recall the memories he had just absorbed.

That guy who is completely different from those rotten swordsmen before should be able to give him different things.