Summoner of Nightmares

11. Chapter 11

Chapter 11

Lin Sheng has some nonsense. He didn't want to mess with each other, and the goods were intended to be superior to him.

“I know exactly what I'm doing, what I intend to do later. elder brother Zhenyu still cares more about himself.

I heard from my colleague that before I saw you bring a girl to pay in the city's people's hospital. I don't know if it's true. ”

Lin Zhenyu's face is crumbling, and then it's slowly stubborn.

He thinks he's doing it very concealed, and he didn't think Lin Sheng knew it. Say it in front of his father.

“Don't talk nonsense!”He was in a bit of a hurry when he got there. After all, it's just nineteen years old, and there's no city, and that's a few words in the hearts of Uncle and Lin Zhounian.

Lin Sheng shakes his head and starts questioning Lin Zhenyu with two elders, and he loses everything he knows. Even including that girl's appearance, dressed or something.

By the way, he didn't hear it at all, but saw it personally in the hospital.

Lin Zhenyu, a troubled cousin, left Lin Sheng out of the living room and swiftly washed it up.

He did not waste his time, and it took a lot of time and energy to study Ancient Rennes language.

There's rarely one thing that makes Lin Sheng so obsessed.

..

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Soon, as time moves, a month passed.

Lin Sheng had hardly stopped studying and had finally been reluctant to translate the important pages of the book.

In order to save time, Lin Sheng's main selection of pages is a continuous and graphic part.

And these parts are not chaotic selection, but he is carefully screened according to the label below the map.

Each image draws a gesture. A man shakes long sword, puts out a gesture.

The corresponding language, in turn, is more an interpretation of the graphics.

Lin Sheng, after a long time of identification, determines that the rest of the book is mostly narrative, with only graphical pages and formal speaking language.

That is also the key to his focus on translating these pages.

hua la.

All sorts of handwriting were crowded, and Lin Sheng slipped over.

He sat in front of his desk, his eyebrows were locked, and he was still in translation.

“A total of five pages of translations were completed. It's all graphical pages, language, and the speed of translations is fast…

I will never reveal a leak in my past life verbatim record, so it's safe. But this is… ”

Lin Sheng has some hesitation.

Translation of images is clearly a method of learning sword.

He looked at a simple picture of his own replication.

That way and style, coupled language content, described as killing and shooting. As soon as you can see, it's not a flower, it's a fight.

“The sword from a dream book…Is it true?Don't practice the body. It's gonna be a problem. That's bad. ”

In the first cartography, a man held long sword and stabbed himself alone. There are many arrows and language notes on the edge of the body.

It looks simple, but the core is those perimeter notes.

“More importantly, the society is now, although it is not as high as the past life heat weapons have been developed, there is a proliferation of firearms and there is little left to do with the refrigeration of the body."

Lin Sheng frowned, think about it.

“But the sword in this dream may not be special. There is also a hierarchy that has been mentioned many times in the book. ”

Lin Sheng learned a small number of subsequent translations of what the author of the book, Raville Swordsman, referred to as a hierarchy.

The book occasionally refers to the high rank Warrior that Raville had experienced on the battlefield.

Those high-ranking Warrior, with strong Superman's body, terrifying's strength and speed, wearing heavy armor, almost a war machine.

Those descriptions of the war instantly subverted Lin Sheng's pre-guess.

He had guessed that the battlefield in the book should be just an ordinary cold weapon age. But that exaggerated Warrior's appearance, let him understand.

If the contents of that book were true, then, the senior Warrior in that book might also be true.

“Rawell mentioned that when Warrior's grades reach more than 3 Level, he can exercise slowly and improve the quality of the body…"

Lin Sheng's memory.

“If…If all this is true… ”Lin Sheng swallowed the foam.

He looked at the graphic language that he translated, and the precision of the content was not, in any case, like he could imagine it.

A total of five charts, together, are the most promising sword formula in Raville Swordsman, Wrathful Strike.

“Very simple, but very effective.”Lin Sheng, although he has not seen the relevant tactics, sees the image of how brutal it is.

The five charts, which are read together, form a quote.

The little man in the graphic, long sword, is upward, sketched to each other, and the result will certainly be on the ground once it is done.

Lin Sheng lightly sighed, op. cit., notebook.

“Try tonight, see what other books are, and maybe we should leave the garden and go out and see.

There are so many things in a garden, so what about outside? Where the hell is it? Why I haven't seen a living in the garden for so long. It's always dark outside the window. ”

With a bunch of doubts, Lin Sheng washed, took off his clothes and took off his bed.

Today, when I went to the hospital to see Grandfather, I don't know what happened, and I saw Grandfather lying in a bed with a white hair, and Lin Sheng suddenly had an unspeakable feeling.

Not sad.

Grandfather is in fact bad for their families, and the emotions on both sides are extremely thin. But in real trouble, the first one without slightest hesitation paid for it, was their home.

These are the first to leave, and what Lin Sheng saw then is not really his own family.

And just a crushed old man, a candle year.

That kind of life, like candle wind and rain, is fragile, leaving his heart free of autonomy.

“Forget it, don't want that much, just go to the dream today and see if you can get out of that garden and try it."Lin Sheng was lying in the son, and the bright eyes slowed down.

Shortly in a few minutes, he took a light car into the dream town.

Awareness is quickly and quickly clear after a while of ambiguity.

Huh?

Lin Sheng, keep your eyes open and keep breathing. Look at the red wood table in front of it, and the sword surgeon on on the table.

“Come in again.”

He looked around.

It's still around the studio, there's no window, there's only one door to the living room. It's two big bookstores around it, red's booklet, full of a thick, big headbook.

Lin Sheng stood up and looked carefully at the bookstore.

He used to draw a book from the left shelf, and this time he intended to try it from the right shelf.

without slightest hesitation, he quickly drew a book from the right desk and turned it over.

“Yeah?”And suddenly he blinded his eyebrows and moved paused in his hand.

The book in hand, the cover is written, but it's completely blurred. And when it turns out, it's all written, and it's a lot of confusion.

Some are even just messy letters and lines.

Lin Sheng's heart sinked, put down the book and drew a big red head from the right shelf.

It's just as vague as the books are swiftly turned out.

(This chapter is over)