Nightmare’s Call

The iron door opened, Lin Sheng walked in quickly, and closed the iron door behind his back.

Holding the black sword, he scanned the courtyard of the mansion.

There are scattered black flocs scattered all over the ground in the yard. I don't know what they are. These flocs are constantly being blown by the cold wind to roll and slide on the ground.

On the wall on the right side of the iron gate, there is a copper nameplate, which is covered with verdigris and mildew.

Lin Sheng reached out and wiped the nameplate, revealing the blurred pattern and writing underneath.

'Sir Kayaman's House - Six Temple Street'

Below the handwriting is a pattern of a large bird flapping its wings similar to an owl.

"A jazz mansion?"

Lin Sheng squinted his eyes and stopped looking.

Withdrawing his gaze, he walked forward slowly with his sword in hand, walking into the empty courtyard vigilantly.

Going in towards the fountain, he soon walked to the stone tablet in front of the fountain pool.

Borrowing the moonlight, he scanned his surroundings while scanning the words engraved on it.

'No credit accepted. '

'No currency accepted. '

‘Members of the Felton family are not accepted. '

‘Maybe I’ll waive the fee if you have something or information that interests me. ’ — Kayaman West

"This place doesn't seem to be an ordinary jazz mansion." Lin Sheng had some guesses in his heart.

Bypassing the stele, he walked straight to the gate of the mansion.

The white gate is carved with a relief of a large owl bird with outstretched wings.

As Lin Sheng approached, the big bird creaked, slowly folded its wings, and opened its eyes. The door opened slowly and automatically, revealing an entrance just enough for one person to enter.

Lin Sheng was taken aback by the sudden movement, and immediately put on a vigilant posture.

But after putting on a posture, there was no movement for a long time.

Only a crack in the door was opened, and a faint cold wind kept gushing out.

Only then did he squint his eyes, tap the door with the point of his sword, and push gently.

The door slowly opened wide.

Inside is a spacious and gorgeous golden hall.

On the wall facing the gate, hung a huge oil painting, which showed a middle-aged man with brown curly hair, a fair-skinned middle-aged man with a moustache, and wearing an exquisite aristocratic tights full of medals.

Lin Sheng looked carefully under the moonlight.

The middle-aged man in the oil painting seems to be holding a sword in his hand, and there is a huge black dog squatting on the ground beside him.

The black dog squatted almost as high as the man's chest. It had a mighty shape, with black manes on both sides of its neck, like a black lion.

His heart tightened, but he had no intention of retreating quickly.

After absorbing so many memory fragments and meditating on the gray runes for so long, he also has a certain degree of confidence in his current strength.

The white line displayed on the test tower just now also shows that even if he is in the former Black Feather City, he is still considered a second-level fighter.

What's more, it is a second-level fighter who has inherited the gray seal.

Level two, in the Black Feather City system, can be regarded as an elite soldier, even though he may be rated as level two because of the gray-printed runes.

But also enough.

Lin Sheng has memory fragments, so he knows very well that his physical fitness is far inferior to that of a second-level fighter.

In other words, he was able to be rated as a second level, most likely because of the gray rune of meditation.

The gray rune gave him good resistance to blows. This is his confidence!

Holding the sword in both hands, Lin Sheng walked slowly into the hall.

He started to search from left to right, close to the wall, and searched the cabinets and hidden compartments around the walls.

The densely packed cabinets and hidden compartments were quickly opened by him for inspection. But it was all empty inside, and there was nothing.

Lin Sheng checked all the way to the side of the huge wall hanging oil painting, and Lin Sheng suddenly paused and stopped.

He seemed to hear movement.

A slight footstep is approaching.

In the hall, the floor is not carpeted, but hard slate.

There was no obvious cover for the footsteps, and there was a slight click on the hard stone.

Lin Sheng turned around, gripped the black sword tightly, and focused on it.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a black shadow flash past on the right.

"Here we come!" Lin Sheng waved his hands in an instant, slashing fiercely at the black shadow.

clang! !

Two swords clashed.

Under the moonlight slanting in from outside the window, the black shadow revealed its figure.

It was a masked swordsman about 1.7 meters tall.

What surprised Lin Sheng was that the masked swordsman was actually a woman.

She was dressed in tight black leather armor, her chest was high, her long black hair was tied into a ponytail, and a mask covered her entire face below her eyes.

But through the tight-fitting mask, it can still be seen that she looks good.

Soon the second sword came again.

Lin Sheng held the sword in both hands and swung it to the side, just enough to block the opponent's sword with a clang.

Unexpectedly, the female swordsman held a sword with one hand, and with the other hand she drew out a dagger and stabbed straight at him.

The short knife was aimed at Lin Sheng's lower abdomen.

He shrank his abdomen, narrowly avoiding the dagger, and at the same time turned sideways, avoiding the opponent's sweeping blades.

The two clashed quickly in the hall.

In less than ten breaths, Lin Sheng was stabbed twice in succession. It was all sudden and strange moves with short knives, which made him flustered.

The masked female swordsman was extremely fast, more than one notch faster than Lin Sheng.

If it weren't for the effect of the gray seal on his body, the two knives just now would have ripped him open.

Fortunately, the opponent's swordsmanship is not strong, and he is still a bit inferior in front of Lin Sheng, who combines mercenary instinct and orthodox black feather swordsmanship.

The two clashed quickly, and the blades collided almost twice a second.

A lot of physical exertion made Lin Sheng out of breath, and his chest twitched like a blower.

But the female swordsman was like a perpetual motion machine, without any fatigue, and still maintained the original frenzied attack frequency.

The only thing Lin Sheng was thankful for was that the other party's eyes were completely dark, and he seemed to be wielding his sword instinctively.

Boom!

Suddenly, with a kick, he kicked up a low stool on the ground beside him.

The low stool rattled and was swung away by the female swordsman's sword. Before she could continue to pounce on her, Lin Sheng pulled the front of a wooden bookshelf and pushed her down.

There was a crisp sound.

The female swordsman paused, and was stabbed in the middle of her chest by a black sword protruding from a gap in the bookshelf.

She rushed forward two steps frantically, allowing the black sword to penetrate her chest and protrude from her back.

A large amount of black blood gushed out from the edge of the wound, and the female swordsman seemed unaware. She kept struggling, swung her long sword, and slashed at Lin Sheng behind the bookshelf.

It's a pity that as the blood flowed more and more, her movements quickly slowed down, getting slower and slower, and finally fell forward with a plop, hitting her head on the bookshelf, and rolled to the ground.

Lin Sheng moved the black sword vigorously, pulled it out and stabbed the female swordsman again. After making sure she was not moving, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"This monster, if it wasn't for its stupid head, and it would kill me even while carrying the bookshelf, I would definitely be the one who will die this time."

Lin Sheng felt frightened for a while.

Just now because he was a second-level swordsman, his mentality was a little inflated, but now he cooled down quickly.

If the female swordsman in front of him hadn't turned into a monster and completely lost her mind, she might be able to kill him in seconds with ease in this duel.

His speed is faster than him, his endurance is stronger than him, except for his slightly weaker sword moves, everything else is an advantage.

"It doesn't seem to be dead, but it must not be moved." Lin Sheng pushed the bookshelf away and gently placed it aside.

He walked up to the female swordsman, squatted down, and quickly checked the spoils.

The long sword in the female swordsman's hand was of ordinary quality, and it was already missing a few holes after it collided with the black sword just now.

On her body, there were three black steel needles pinned to the side of the leather armor on the towering chest. It was unknown what they were used for.

On the side of the slender waist, hung a black leather pouch.

Lin Sheng took off the leather pouch, opened it and poured it out, and a yellow scroll rolled out of it.

He picked up the scroll and quickly unfolded it. The writing on it was somewhat blurred, as if it was a list of items.

‘The whole body blood volume of three adults, a standard bottle of deer blood, and a standard unit of redwood. Nine standard units of silver powder—sacrifice ritual. '