Nightmare’s Call

When I came out of the Internet cafe, it was already past six in the afternoon, and the sky was getting dark.

Lin Sheng ate at the roadside stalls, then hailed a taxi and went straight home.

Back home, father is not there, only mother Gu Wanqiu is sitting in the kitchen peeling potatoes.

Lin Sheng worked quickly with her, cooked two dishes, and the mother and son sat around the table for a meal.

Gu Wanqiu asked about his going out to play today, Lin Sheng made up a bunch of words with a natural expression, and dealt with it easily.

As far as he was concerned, he didn't want his family members to know that he joined the swordsmanship club outside.

Like his reluctance to join Sears' so-called company. This is another complicated circle.

And he knew nothing about Sears.

What he does, what he is like, what his background is, whether he is good or bad, nothing is clear. Joining the other party just for money?

This is of course unrealistic and requires careful consideration.

After eating and washing the dishes, Lin Sheng used the excuse of reviewing his homework, washed up quickly and returned to his bedroom.

After doing two sets of review questions, he felt a little sleepy. Put on your coat and put on your sneakers.

He lay on the bedside with his clothes on, closed his eyes and rested.

Warren Temple.

Inside the gray and white temple.

Lin Sheng slowly sat up from the middle of the row of chairs, and he skillfully scanned the surrounding situation.

The temple was still the same as the last time he left.

There was a sense of reassurance in the air, and the doors and windows were intact and tightly shut.

Lin Sheng stood up from the row of chairs and checked himself.

He was wearing the black tracksuit he put on before going to bed, black sneakers, and leaning against the edge of his chair was his weapon—the elite rotten sword.

Lifting the sword, he walked out of the row of chairs without looking at the prayer platform in the middle. Instead, go straight to a small door directly behind the temple.

He has explored the entire Valen Temple and other places, leaving only the storage room directly behind.

The whole temple has one main hall, one auxiliary hall, one bedroom for the clergy, one kitchen and one toilet.

He has checked all these places, except for some daily necessities, there is nothing else.

Now the only remaining storage room is not looked at.

Gripping the hilt tightly, Lin Sheng quickly walked to the storage room and reached out to hold the somewhat cold copper handle.

Pull it out.

squeak.

With a slight sound of friction, the gray-white wooden door was slowly pulled open.

Inside is a small space of about one square meter.

There are not many things stored, only a carved stone pillar that is more than one meter high like a stele.

The stone pillar is off-white, with a crescent moon next to three stars engraved on the top.

Below it seems to be a scale-like label.

There is a line of words engraved at the bottom.

Lin Sheng leaned closer to take a closer look.

'Test Tower: A professional level assessment stone tower, the measurement range is Templar Knights, Warriors, and Monks. '

"Test tower??" Lin Sheng was taken aback, this was the first time he had seen this.

He has been in many memory fragments, and he has heard that so-and-so is a fighter of what level, but no one has mentioned how the level is evaluated.

Or what he absorbs are just memory fragments, without mentioning this information.

But right now, it seems that the small stone tower in front of him is related to this occupation level assessment.

He walked to the stone pagoda and looked at this thing carefully.

In addition to the patterns and scales on the surface of the stone tower, there are only two stick-shaped handles on the left and right.

The grip is engraved with symbols on the edge of the handle.

Lin Sheng stretched out his hand and grasped the two handles with both hands.

Inexplicably, he seemed to feel that there was an extremely slight warm current that penetrated from the hand of the stone tower into his palm, then followed his arm, and quickly circled around his body.

The warm current quickly returned to the stone tower and disappeared.

Woo.

There was a slight tremor.

Under Lin Sheng's surprised gaze, the scale on the front of the stone tower slowly lit up with a slight white light.

The entire stone pagoda is like a thermometer. From the bottom, a white line as thick as a finger rises.

The white line slowly stopped at the position where the second level was marked, and then stopped.

"Level 2??" Lin Sheng's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately let go of the handle.

The white line immediately dimmed as he let go, and quickly disappeared and faded.

"Does this mean that I am now a second-level fighter?" Lin Sheng guessed.

He gripped the handle again.

Soon the white line appeared bright again and rose to the second level, but the previous warm current did not appear again.

"Interesting. I don't know what standard this thing is tested on."

He let go of the handle and let the white line disappear.

After searching in the storage room, Lin Sheng didn't see anything except the test tower.

Holding the rotten long sword, he returned to the gate of the temple.

This time, he was no longer going to stay in this safe zone.

There are no monsters or dangers in the temple, and he has regarded it as a safe area for rest and recovery.

'Although this place is very good, I didn't come to this dream to stay in the safe zone'

Lin Sheng gently opened the main hall door.

The door opened silently, and a gust of cold, bone-chilling air gushed in.

Lin Sheng shivered, but he still held his sword and walked out of the hall step by step.

Standing at the entrance of the temple, he could see the urban area of ​​Heiyu City with street lights on outside.

Empty streets, decaying dilapidated buildings.

In the distance, towering and sharp black towers, surrounded by huge city walls.

"Here, it's like a huge cage." Lin Sheng murmured, looking for the next direction to go.

Holding the sword, he walked slowly to the iron fence in the yard, and his eyes fell on a mansion opposite the temple.

It was a fish-shaped mansion like a mansion.

On the exterior of the gray-white building, there are a large number of reliefs resembling angel babies, and some places have delicate patterns like wisteria flowers.

Compared with other surrounding buildings, the entire mansion is much more intact, and even the surrounding courtyard walls are extremely complete, without any damage or gaps.

The mansion has three floors, and the doors and windows on each floor are tightly closed.

Looking from Lin Sheng's position, you can see a dry black fountain pool in the middle of the opposite courtyard, and a white stone tablet stands in front of the fountain.

The moonlight was soft, and one could vaguely see what words were engraved on the stone tablet.

After thinking about it, he decided to go to the opposite mansion to have a look.

Not only because the opposite mansion is well-preserved, and some good things may be found. More importantly, the mansion was the closest to the temple, so it might be relatively safe.

And there is another point, that mansion is much shorter than other surrounding buildings. In some details, it is not as exquisite and luxurious as the rest of the surrounding buildings.

Obviously, the status of the owner of the mansion is not high.

In such a dangerous place, a low status means that the danger is not very high.

squeak.

Lin Sheng gently opened the iron gate and walked out slowly.

As soon as he left the enveloping range of the temple ring above his head, he felt a chill all over.

A piercing faint sense of threat welled up in my heart.

Lin Sheng clenched the black sword tightly, looked left and right, and quickly rushed to the iron gate of the opposite mansion.

With a few lunges, he crossed the street more than ten meters wide, and soon came to the iron gate.

Reaching out and gently pulling, the iron gate of the mansion was slowly opened.