Nightmare’s Call

After returning home and having dinner quickly, Lin Sheng found an excuse to go to bed earlier, so he washed up in advance and entered the room.

The dream of the previous day was abnormal, which made him look forward to tonight's dream.

Putting on his sportswear and sneakers, Lin Sheng lay on his side on the bed, calmed down, and began to memorize his political textbook silently.

After about ten minutes, he gradually felt sleepy.

Closing his eyes, he could feel his consciousness sinking. Down to the bottomless abyss in the darkness.

Slap.

The box in his arms rolled to the ground.

Lin Sheng stood up abruptly, gripped the black sword tightly and scanned his surroundings.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed in his bedroom, and what fell to the ground at his feet was the metal box that he had held tightly before.

Outside the bedroom window, there is still a dark red flowing.

Can't see anything.

There was a certain stillness, eerieness, and tranquility in the air.

Standing up, Lin Sheng subconsciously glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table.

The hands of the alarm clock stagnated at twelve o'clock, and the three hands of the hour, minute and second did not move.

"Could it be that we can't go back to Black Feather City?" He held up the sword and checked it.

There are several small gaps on the blade of the black sword, and the rest of the state is no different from when he was in Black Feather City.

Then there are the boxes.

Lin Sheng looked around, he was alone in the bedroom. The doors and windows were locked.

Only then did he squat down and grab the padlock outside the box.

There were several deep knife marks on the padlock, which he had slashed with the black sword before.

One of the deepest ones had even cut half of the yellow lock.

Lin Sheng thought for a while, then stood up again, lifted the sword, and compared it to the knife mark on the box.

clang! !

He made a sudden effort.

The extremely sharp elite rotten long sword cut into the previous knife edge again with an extremely precise sound of cutting through the air.

The edge of the knife was abruptly deepened a little.

"There is a play!" Lin Sheng pulled out his sword and saw that it had an effect, and started the second sword again.

One after another. He did five in a row.

Finally, the small yellow lock snapped and fell to the floor tiles with a snap.

Lin Sheng quickly picked up the small lock, knelt down and prepared to open the box.

Suddenly, he glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw a person standing outside the bedroom window.

An indifferent face that stood outside the window and seemed to have seen him for a long time.

"Who!" Lin Sheng raised his head suddenly, but when he looked directly, there was nothing outside the window.

But the inexplicable instinct told him that he should not be the only one around here.

After a cold glance, Lin Sheng held the sword in one hand, picked up the box, and put it on the desk.

Then quickly lift the metal box cover outwards.

Slap.

The lid hit the table with a crisp sound.

Lin Sheng's eyes were quickly attracted by the contents in the box.

A black wavy dagger, and a scroll that seemed to be made of some kind of leather. An unknown brown stone.

In the whole box, the most noticeable are these three items.

The rest are some messy gold and silver coins, engraved with feathers and eagles about to fly.

Lin Sheng immediately took out the scroll and gently untied the binding rope in his hand.

Hiss.

The tan scroll was quickly unrolled.

The first line of handwriting on it quickly made Lin Sheng happy.

'Detailed Explanation of the Weak Ritual'

Then there is the depiction of the formation diagram, which is a regular figure similar to the superposition of two rhombuses.

All intersecting spaces in the graphics are marked with various symbols and patterns.

Naturally, Lin Sheng's greatest concern was not this, but the materials needed for the ceremony. Under each material, detailed corresponding patterns are drawn.

‘Ten black pool flowers, one standard unit of gold, nine standard units of silver powder, and ten standard units of red crystal powder. One standard unit of host blood. '

"Black Pool Flower" Lin Sheng has never studied botany, so he doesn't know if this thing is real, so he can only remember the exquisite graphics on the scroll, and then look it up online after waking up.

"Except for the black pool flower, the rest are available, but the cost is much more expensive than before. The red crystal powder actually costs ten standard units."

Lin Sheng's heart skipped a beat when he saw this line.

Now he can only hope that the artificial crystal can also recharge. Otherwise, he can only choose poorer quality

The scroll is also marked with the initiation words in Gurren text onomatopoeia. Lin Sheng recited it repeatedly, over and over again, and then stopped after a little smoothness.

Carefully put the scroll into the clothes and put it next to your body.

In a short time, he couldn't remember the weird priming words that twisted his tongue. You can only wear it close to your body first.

He left the rest in the box without moving.

After closing the box, Lin Sheng put it under his bed, then stood up holding the sword.

Only then did he have time to look around.

"I remember, at the very beginning, before I entered the dreamland of Black Feather City, I entered from here, the crack in the wall of my own home."

Lin Sheng gently opened the bedroom door and walked out to the corridor.

On the side of the corridor, there is a red window leading to the outside.

After closing the door behind his back, Lin Sheng walked carefully along the corridor, step by step to the junction of the living room and the kitchen.

He looked into the kitchen for the first time.

Before entering Black Feather City, it was through the crack on the kitchen wall.

But now, the kitchen wall is flat and smooth, with no signs of cracks.

Lin Sheng slowly walked into the kitchen with his sword in hand.

Checked around carefully, there are indeed no cracks in the kitchen wall. Almost exactly the same as in reality, just as complete.

If it wasn't for the red light flowing outside the kitchen window, Lin Sheng would have thought he was in reality right now.

After coming out of the kitchen, he went to the bathroom again.

Everything is fine in the bathroom.

Lin Sheng turned the faucet, only a few drops of water dripped down, and then there was the sound of airflow.

Turn off the tap. He turned around and walked into the living room.

The living room was quiet. The sofa, TV, wall cabinets, and even the calendar hanging on the door were all exactly the same as reality.

There was silence in the air, as if this time had been maintained for a long, long time.

Lin Sheng walked up to the TV series and reached out to turn on the switch. He wanted to see if the TV could be watched.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, echoing in the silent living room.

Boom, boom, boom.

Lin Sheng froze. This was his dream. There was no movement just now, but now there was a knock on the door.

"Is anyone here?"

A gentle female voice came from outside the door.

Lin Sheng took a deep breath and walked slowly to the security door.

Boom, boom, boom.

There was another knock on the door.

"I'm Aunt Chen who lives across the street. Open the door quickly, and I'll deliver something to your house." The female voice continued.

Lin Sheng stretched out his hand, slowly and gently lifted the lid of the cat's eye, and leaned over to look out.

A black mist billowed outside the door, and there was actually a middle-aged woman standing in the middle.

The woman had kind eyes and a smile on her face, and it was actually the face of Aunt Chen who lived across the street! !

Boom, boom, boom.

"Is anyone here?"

Lin Sheng saw that the eyes of the woman outside the door rolled slightly, and suddenly looked at the cat's eye.

"Is no one here? No one is here, so I came in?"

"I'm coming in?"

"Come in?"

Lin Sheng took a few steps back and clenched his fists, feeling as if some fatal threat was approaching rapidly.