Nightmare’s Call

Under the light, Lin Sheng looked solemn, and lowered his head to carefully examine the newly translated text again.

Then I opened the dictionary repeatedly to check to see if I made any translation errors.

Amidst the flipping of the book, he checked it three times in a row, and he was sure that it was correct, and he was right.

"If it's really a swordsmanship handbook, then the book I saw in my dream." Lin Sheng was a little shocked.

He still remembered that the book was densely packed with a large number of clear words, and there was almost no repetition.

if those are true

Suddenly, a strong curiosity rose from the bottom of his heart.

"That's obviously a dream, how could it be?? How could it be possible??!" Lin Sheng pursed his lips, bowed his head and quickly continued to translate the next paragraph of text.

The text he memorized by force consisted of two paragraphs, the front was the cover, and the back was a small paragraph of text on the lower right. I don't know what it is for.

Soon, he compared the dictionary and translated the meaning of the rest of the words.

Fortunately, Gu Leien's writing is not difficult, and there are many domestic experts in this field. Lin Sheng is a little thankful that he can buy a dictionary so easily.

After translating, he picked up the paper and shook it, laying it flat on the table, his complexion changed inexplicably.

"What the hell is this?"

Lin Sheng looked complicated.

At this moment, he was 100% sure that there was something wrong with his dream.

The white paper spread on the table, with black characters on a white background, is clearly written.

"Level 2 Swordsman, written by Ravel"

"Level 2 swordsman. What the hell is this?" Lin Sheng felt that his world view had been subverted like never before.

He was silent for a while, quickly crumpled up all the translated papers, then got up and quickly opened the door.

The living room was dark, and the parents hadn't come back yet.

He took a deep breath, walked quickly to the kitchen, and wet the paper ball with the faucet.

Amidst the sound of rushing water, Lin Sheng watched as the handwriting in the ball of paper was quickly blurred, soaked, and finally turned into a faint black, and nothing could be seen.

Only then did he throw the soaked paper into the trash can, then dried his hands, left the kitchen, and returned to the bedroom.

Without washing up, Lin Sheng took off his underwear and socks, and got into bed.

He was eager to test, wanted to go back to the dream from yesterday, and forcefully memorize some of the content, to see if he could really read that book.

I don't know if the previous nightmare will continue today?

"I hope I can still enter that dream." Lin Sheng was looking forward to it.

He completely lost the previous fear, closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and emptied his mind.

Time passed bit by bit.

Lin Sheng's consciousness gradually began to blur. In a daze, he seemed to hear the anti-theft door of the living room being opened by a key, and someone walked in.

No voice, no other movement.

Soon there were footsteps in the corridor, and then his bedroom door was pushed open.

Someone stood in the bedroom door staring at him for a moment. He could clearly feel that the other party was standing at the door, watching him with inexplicable meaning.

"Is it Mom and Dad?" Lin Sheng guessed in a daze.

But soon, he didn't even know when the other party left. Consciousness fell into a deep sleep.

The gloomy manor.

Lin Sheng stood quietly in the hall, beside a fireplace with a half-human head. Ahead was a rectangular dining table covered with a worn tablecloth.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked around.

"I'm actually back again??"

Lin Sheng felt a little unbelievable.

He thought that he would still have the previous nightmare, and he was already prepared to fight against that nightmare.

But unexpectedly, he came here again.

"Here, what is...!?" Lin Shengqiong searched all his memories, but couldn't find anything about the manor in front of him.

"It is reasonable to say that the dreams should be places I have seen before.

Many dreams are made up of scenery, people, things and other elements that I have seen before, but now, I don't feel familiar with this place at all." Lin Sheng frowned.

He looked down at himself.

He was still wearing a gray long underwear. This is what he wears before going to bed.

"Even the hanging thread has been restored?" Lin Sheng raised his right hand, and a thin line was drawn on the clothes at the elbow, which was perfectly presented here.

He paused, moved decisively and strode forward, and walked straight towards the study.

He has visited other places in the manor, and now he is most interested in the study room, especially the open book on the table.

Quickly opening the wooden door, Lin Sheng quickly returned to the study room where he left last time.

The study is still the same as before.

Two mahogany bookshelves were filled with books, and a low wooden table was stacked with books, a candlestick, and an open tome.

Lin Sheng approached with a few steps, sat down in front of the low table, and looked down at the contents of the book carefully.

The densely packed text and graphics are very clear.

"It's so real that it's not like a dream." Lin Sheng felt awe-inspiring.

In order to determine whether he was dreaming, he reached out and pinched the corner of the wooden table.

The sense of touch is still the same as before, as if wrapped in a thick cotton cloth, and I can't feel the sharp corners at all.

What surprised him was that the tactile sensation in this test was much more realistic and delicate than the tactile sensation in previous dreams.

"." Withdrawing his hand, Lin Sheng refocused on the book in front of him.

The large paragraphs of Gurren's text gave him a headache.

"I don't have a strong memory. I can only memorize a little bit at a time. How long will it take to read a page?" Lin Sheng was speechless.

After thinking about it, he still decided to ignore other things and translate a little bit. Maybe he will become proficient in translating and translating later?

"It seems that we still have to go back to our old profession." In his previous life, he was engaged in the translation of ancient texts.

Fortunately, the status of the ancient Wren text in this life is equivalent to the ancient English of the earth period. Although it is relatively obscure, it is still relatively easy to roughly translate the meaning.

Lin Sheng is very skilled in this area of ​​work.

"Just learn another foreign language. If you can really read this book"

The anticipation and curiosity in Lin Sheng's heart were squeezed out violently like a spring.

He was really, really curious.

What exactly is recorded in this ancient book in the dream.

Is it really about ancient swordsmanship as recorded on the cover?

Moreover, if this book can be read, then with so many books on the shelf, can they also be translated and read one by one?

Lin Sheng's heart felt numb and itchy like countless ants crawling.

After making a decision, he began to memorize the contents of the first page of the opened book again.

That book was also the one he had memorized last time. This time, he turned to the first page and looked inside carefully.

Time goes by little by little.

Lin Sheng repeatedly memorized a short passage on the first page with the help of a light source that he didn't know where.

Without knowing the meaning of the content, it is extremely difficult to memorize a whole paragraph of ancient text by rote.

But Lin Sheng was in this line of work in his previous life, and he has rich experience. Soon, he memorized the entire paragraph on the first page according to his own technique.