Nightmare’s Call

Get out of the club.

Lin Sheng strolled on the street at night.

Through the phone, he has confirmed that his cousin Wang Yue has indeed returned home, not his home, but Wang Yue's own home.

This matter is now completely resolved.

But in his heart, it was because of this incident that he had a vague and clear contradictory understanding of connections, influence, and collective power.

The crisp footsteps echoed in the empty streets.

It was also like beating a drum, beating on his heart one after another.

"It's just that the power of a group of children with a little background has come together to achieve such a level."

Lin Sheng's eyes were calm, and his eyes swept over the passers-by who were walking directly in front of him.

There were only a few pedestrians on the street, and the surrounding shops had already started to close their shutter doors.

Cars, slow or fast, roared past.

Snapped.

Lin Sheng suddenly stopped in his tracks.

"It's a pity. Such power is too unstable."

He stared down at his hands, which could easily kill most members of the club, but they couldn't perfectly solve the trivial matter of Wang Yue.

Lin Sheng could feel that deep in his heart, a desire for this kind of power was slowly gushing out.

"This is the power of the group, and it is also a perfect and impeccable power that is upright and upright, without the slightest trickery to suppress it. Really."

"It's. Fascinating."

Lin Sheng withdrew his hand, suppressing the surge in his heart.

"Unfortunately, this kind of power is too unstable. Gather sand to form a tower, gather water to form an ocean, but the sand may be blown away by the wind. Water can be diverted by gullies."

He continued walking in his direction.

Just thinking about it all the time.

"I am not irreplaceable in the club. The power of this group does not belong to me.

Maybe this time, he will help me because of favors, but what about the next time, and the next time? "

This strong and clear instability made Lin Sheng think about how to solve this.

When I got home, it was already half past nine in the evening.

Lin Zhounian was standing in the living room answering the phone, Gu Wanqiu was holding a newspaper in her hand with a worried expression on her face.

Seeing that Lin Sheng was back, they were fine.

These days, Lin Sheng often went home at this time because of sword practice, and they were all used to it. I thought he was going to make up lessons.

"Shen Chen, your sister Yueyue's matter has been resolved suddenly, and now she is going home early." Lin Zhounian put down the phone and said to Lin Sheng.

"En, it's solved? That's good." Lin Sheng nodded, pretending to know.

"I don't know how it happened. I asked Wang Yue, and she said she didn't know either. Maybe the boss of some company found out?" Lin Zhounian asked suspiciously.

"Maybe it's true. I've heard before that a big boss completely changed his mind because of some sudden encounters, and then began to abandon evil and do good."

Gu Wanqiu looked serious.

Lin Sheng didn't want to talk too much about it. I just dealt with it in the living room for a while, then went back to my room.

Turning the lamp button, he took the notebook out of the drawer again and placed it in front of him. Then sit quietly.

Opening the notebook, picking up the pen, he first wrote a word on the paper: stable

"Let me think about it, among the many ancient language documents I have translated, among those powerful monarchs, who can have a stable collective power?"

He wrestled with the memory.

It's a pity that no matter which monarch he cites, he also faces this problem.

People's hearts are ever-changing, and they will also continue to change with various conditions such as opportunities and circumstances.

Even a subject who was once extremely loyal to the monarch may rebel over time.

Then there is faith.

The power of belief is extremely powerful, and the cohesion is equally astonishing.

But like the monarch, he also faces a situation where stability cannot be ensured.

"Moreover, if you choose to manage the power of the group, you will inevitably disperse your own training and strengthening. It will delay your own power."

Lin Sheng closed the notebook.

"Sure enough, only one's own strength is absolutely loyal to oneself.

But the individual is incomplete and must be supplemented by the power of the group. It is all-round without dead ends, impeccable. "

"The power of a group is unstable. It may be lost, betrayed, and leave at any time. But it is more complete than an individual and has fewer weaknesses."

Lin Sheng got up, changed into pajamas after washing, lay on his back on the bed, and looked at the chandelier on the ceiling calmly.

"But people have limited time and energy. You can only choose one or waste time and energy, and you will only become mediocre and achieve nothing."

Lin Sheng kept thinking.

The large number of documents he read during the translation process in his previous life gave him a large number of reference materials. One case after another, and a period of history, he kept overturning and improving his previous thoughts.

As time went by, gradually, his eyes became brighter and brighter.

A perfect idea slowly appeared in his mind.

He seems to have found a way to do it.

With the determination of this approach, Lin Sheng's mind seemed to be overwhelmed, and quickly centered on this approach, a large number of practical operation methods poured out.

He kept thinking and checking, and his brain was in a highly active state.

Until late at night, I didn't even know when I fell asleep.

Slowly open your eyes.

Lin Sheng found himself standing in front of the iron fence of the Warren Temple.

There was a dead silence all around.

The dim street lights clearly reflected the empty streets of Heiyu City.

At a glance, the entire long street was empty. Only the endless street stretches to the end of the field of vision.

"Finally came in again." Lin Sheng looked down at himself, the black sword was gone.

Only a set of white pajamas was worn in.

"Did you lose your weapon even after you died this time?"

He looked up to the opposite side.

That jazz mansion looked mysterious and deserted in the night.

Through the iron gate, one can see that the stele is still standing quietly in front of the huge fountain pool.

Lin Sheng took a deep breath.

From the Jazz Mansion on the opposite side, he got the ritual of offering sacrifices to the spirit, and also got the special ability called Holy Blood Burning.

Although the ability has side effects, compared to the growth rate, it is definitely worth the money.

"That jazz mansion must be investigated thoroughly, maybe we can find other good things."

When Lin Sheng thought of the sacrifice ceremony, his heart became hot.

From Enni's memory fragments, he obtained the taboos and precautions for the use of the ceremony, as well as information about the owner of the Jazz Mansion—Sir Kayaman.

Sir Kayaman is one of the best masters of pharmacy in Black Feather City, and he is also dabbled in mysticism.

However, unlike others, Kayaman had already encountered troubles before the accident in Black Feather City.

In Enni's memory, the old knight felt that his time was short, so he secretly began to look for a special method to prolong his life.

And the sacrifice ritual is one of the by-products he obtained in his research.

And in Enni's memory, Sir Kayaman has been conducting unknown special ritual experiments in the basement of the mansion.

In addition, due to Enni's low status, it may also be that Lin Sheng didn't get many memory fragments. Therefore, there is not much information, and it is not clear what kind of ritual Kayaman is performing in the basement.

But no matter what, Lin Sheng decided to investigate with all his strength.