Nightmare’s Call

Below the list of scrolls is a ritual array, and on the side of the array is a line of Gulein words that look like incantations.

There is a small line of writing at the bottom.

‘Ennie, your spiritual power can be increased once at most, remember, restrain greed. '

"Enni? Spirit sacrifice ceremony??" Lin Sheng was startled, staring at the last sentence carefully, and told him intuitively.

Maybe he's going to find a treasure this time! !

Because the materials recorded above are nothing new.

"If rituals can be used in reality"

Before he could recover, wisps of black smoke suddenly emerged from the corpse.

The black smoke condensed into a black line, which swished into his chest.

Lin Sheng's mind was shocked, and a large number of memory fragments about the female swordsman were violently tumbling in his mind.

Picture after picture flickered before his eyes.

"Enny, do you love me?"

"Enni, that's not how you hold a sword, you need to twist your wrist, like this."

"This ritual requires a living sacrifice. It can awaken the blood in your body. If you don't have enough will to use some kind of evil power as a medium, don't use it."

Well.

Lin Sheng covered his head, feeling like his whole head was about to explode.

He reached out to hold on to the side wall, wanting to rest.

Suddenly a gust of cold wind rushed towards him.

Goosebumps popped up all over Lin Sheng's body, he rolled to the left, trying to avoid it.

But still slow.

The headache slowed his reaction by more than a beat.

puff!

A huge black battle ax slashed into his neck, splitting half of his torso into a Y shape.

ho ho

Blood sprayed out, Lin Sheng's eyes went dark, and the last thing he saw was a strong black figure over two meters tall.

The black shadow held a huge ax and was slowly pulling it out from him.

Lin Sheng lifted the quilt from the bed, his body was cold and his face was pale.

"Damn it, sneak attack while I'm absorbing the memory!" The gray runes on his body didn't do anything except prevent his body from being divided into two.

Because the power of that shadow is too great.

"But the content of that ceremony is written down. Materials, graphics, and the sacrificial method in the incomplete memory."

Lin Sheng got out of bed and turned on the desk lamp, skillfully took out his notebook from the drawer, and carefully recorded all the details of the sacrifice ceremony with a pen.

What surprised him a little was that during the spirit sacrifice ceremony, a fixed syllable in an unknown language was needed as the starting language.

Not Gurren script, nor any other known similar languages. It's just a seemingly meaningless syllable, randomly combined.

In the incomplete memory, the woman named Enni recited it countless times before she could remember it, and now it is easier for him.

"Human blood, deer blood, red cedar, silver powder. These materials should be able to come together, which is the blood volume of the whole body of three adults. I don't know if the hospital can buy it?"

Lin Sheng thought about it.

This is a brand new attempt.

If the ritual knowledge obtained in the dream can be used in reality, it will be of great help to him.

He has tested that no matter how severe the injury was in the dream, there will be no physical problems when he returns to reality.

Similarly, no matter how much exercise you do in your dream, it seems to have no effect when you wake up.

Obviously some muscles in the dream have already been exercised familiarly, but after waking up, when that muscle is exercised again, it will still be sore due to long-term non-exercise.

"That is to say, everything in the dream will not be reflected in reality.

In other words, the only thing I can get from it is information, knowledge, such as Gray Seal, such as this ceremony."

Lin Sheng understood.

In this way, he will also search for related things in a targeted manner.

Looking at the time, it was only four fifteen in the morning.

Lin Sheng lay down on the bed, turned off the lights and wanted to sleep for a while, but after receiving the sacrifice ceremony, his heart was itching all the time, and he wanted to try it.

This feeling kept him from sleeping peacefully.

I dawdled until five o'clock and still didn't fall asleep. Instead, the brain is getting more and more excited.

"Forget it, get up and go out for a walk!"

Lin Sheng simply got up, quickly put on his clothes, put on his sword case, and left home.

After leaving Huilian Community, Lin Sheng walked slowly along the street.

Large swaths of clouds in the sky slowly floated, and thousands of golden lights radiated from the east, dyeing one side of the clouds golden.

Early in the morning, many shops on both sides were closed.

Lin Sheng trotted to the side of a viaduct three kilometers away from his home, and then slowed down.

A few homeless men slept under the bridge hole, curled up in a ball, sleeping soundly wrapped in filthy quilts.

Lin Sheng looked away from the homeless man.

High-speed cars whizzed past the viaduct continuously.

Lin Sheng walked down the steps beside the bridge and walked to the aisle beside the bridge hole.

If you want to pass the viaduct here, the only way is this aisle.

Just in front of them came a few girls with delicate faces, pure and lovely long hair.

Several girls were in their early twenties, with light makeup on their faces, long legs and thin waists, wearing woolen skirts and thick stockings, laughing and arguing with each other as they walked.

"Maybe she's a model." Lin Sheng saw a girl with glasses with a camera behind them.

Several girls came towards him and saw Lin Sheng was carrying a black box, so they couldn't help but glance at the box on him with a little curiosity.

That thing didn't look like a piano case, more like some kind of flute-like instrument.

"Lin Sheng?"

Suddenly a deep male voice came from high up on the side.

Lin Sheng was taken aback, then looked up to the left.

At the edge of the viaduct, at an unknown time, a muscular dark man in a tight black vest was standing.

The man's chin is slightly raised, he is wearing a black leather jacket, and there is a silver cross hanging on his chest.

Lin Sheng narrowed his eyes and slipped his hand, the black box on his back naturally fell into his hand.

"What's up?"

The girls on the side seemed to be attracted by the movement here, and slowly slowed down, looking at this side curiously.

"Do you want to make a movie?"

"I don't know, that man can speak so clearly from such a distance, does he have a loudspeaker?"

The man on the bridge stepped on the guardrail. The strong muscles on his body flowed and squeezed slightly like a little mouse.

He gently took off his jacket, revealing the almost perfect deltoid muscles of his back. More importantly, he took out a black pistol from his waist with a swish of his right hand.

The gun spun a few times in the palm of his hand, and he clasped it tightly.

"Times are different." The man said calmly. "We will eventually be the forgotten generation.

However, before that, even if people always think it is stupid, I will still insist. "

He snapped the gun down against the fence.

"Let's decide the outcome!!"

With one step of his foot, he leaped, his figure almost covered the sunlight, and jumped off the bridge.

Lin Sheng's pupils shrank, and he quickly backed away. The black box exploded with a crisp sound.

The silver sword headed straight towards the man like lightning.

clang! !

The two collided hard.

The man didn't know when he put on a pair of black metal gloves. He put his fists together and slammed into the middle of Lin Sheng's sword from top to bottom.

A huge force hit Lin Sheng, causing him to back up again and again.

Lin Sheng's footwork was on one side, his body spun and pulled away from the blade, and his backhand was a swirling slash.

The silver sword light was like a waterfall, bringing out a little reflected golden light floating towards the man's chest.