Summoner of Nightmares

14. Chapter 14

Chapter 14

And once again in the living room, Lin Sheng didn't find anything.

He went to the studio again, where there was nothing but books.

Then he went back to the kitchen from the bookstore.

Soon in the kitchen, he found a sophisticated knife, and he ran straight to the bedroom.

The bedroom in the garden is in the middle of a two-man bed.

On the side of the wall, there's a closet, a dressing desk, and a big wooden box.

The box's open, it's empty.

Lin Sheng slowly swept around and walked to the dressing desk, and he stretched his hand to the front drawer.

There's a couple of young girls with colored hair tapes, some old colors.

Pull back the drawer, Lin Sheng, turn around and sweep around the other place.

Soon, close to the corner of the window, a piece of tilt on the wall, something covered by the curtains, attracted his attention.

He walked forward and walked to that thing before stretching his hand.

Huh?

It's a scratch sword!

Silver Black's sword screams with Lin Sheng's actions, friction on the ground and a slight noise.

He took the sword up carefully.

longsword weighs little, about four or five kilos. Long term just reached the top of Lin Sheng's waist.

The sword and sword form a standard Cross. Looks like a growing cross.

Lin Sheng's hands hold the sword, and it feels like he's surrounded by some rough sticks. The sword and sword are all mixed, and barely see the seals created by the process.

In a sword close to a handshaft, with a simple tattoo. Same as in the front door.

He tried to play a sword, felt a little heavy.

鈥淪ee if there's anything else.鈥?/p>

Lin Sheng looked back in the bedroom for a while, but there's nothing else to find besides this sword.

He left the bedroom with a sword. Go back to the lobby.

鈥淏e careful this time, without making a sound, it should not be in trouble.鈥滾in Sheng, for the last time he died, still had a lot of heart.

But that doesn't mean he's afraid to go out.

It's a dream. It won't really die.

Lin Sheng's heart is full of curiosity about external concentrations. Don't go out and hang out, he's got a bad heart.

With the sword, he stood before the door, tried to breathe and recover.

鈥淭his time, try to keep your voice down. As long as it's not found, it should be fine. 鈥?/p>

He was careful with the wings again stretching his hand, holding the snake's head door and holding his hand.

Oh, my God.

With a very small door lock moving.

The door was sealed, just enough for Lin Sheng to enter and out.

He took the sword and moved very slowly out.

It's been a while out of the cold air. Blow him up cold, and it seemed that the festival had become rigid with lower temperature.

鈥淔eel more real…The sensation is not like a dream… 鈥?/p>

Lin Sheng's heart.

This strange change makes his mind somewhat disturbed.

Step out of the sewer, stand at the door.

He looked around, and he didn't choose to go down the front timber stage.

鈥淭he voice of this stage was so loud. I should just jump to the mud, so that it doesn't sound a bit. "

Think of the way, Lin Sheng, move slowly, step by step to the right side of the stage.

The wet fog is slowly rolling around, the dark floor under your feet has a path of ancient markings, and there's a lot of tiny stones.

Lin Sheng had to be very careful to avoid the stones when moving.

He tried to hold his breath down, to the edge of the wood and to jump down.

Huh?

A very slight stepping.

He stood steadily on the black mud.

Stand on the ground, Lin Sheng. There's no more noise in that driveway.

鈥淪uccess! Just be careful, that silhouette won't come. 鈥?/p>

He had a slight mind of relaxed.

Stand in the fog and look around.

His rear is half open to the guest room, and that's where he just came out.

Around, it's all dark and dark. It can be seen, only the way forward.

Lin Sheng took a deep breath, slowly starting to bypass the park.

Go left.

He soon came to the hospital right by the window in the living room.

There is a black autumn in the yard, a wooden shelf tied between the two dead trees, tied up with only two rough cannabis ropes.

A few corrupt benches are scattered on the ground of the yard.

There's a little bit of a dead garden in the corner of the wall.

Lin Sheng turned around and didn't find anything, and then moved to the back of the house.

Huh?

Suddenly, he walked away and heard something coming.

In the fog, Lin Sheng is on the right side of the house, and on the left is small courtyard.

He's got a sword with his hands, careful with his feet, dead and staring at the front.

That's where voices come from.

si…

Seems like something dragged on the ground.

Lin Sheng feels a little familiar.

He was so tight, standing still, dying staring at the dark fog in the front. That's the corner of the backyard.

Progressive, voices are getting closer and closer.

The owner of the sound was also slowly present in the eyes of Lin Sheng.

It's a strange human face full of black baggage.

He handled a black long sword, a sword with his arm. The rest of the body is the same as humans.

It's just a thick gray parcel of the surface, no eyes, no nose, no mouth, only a slight leap out of blood.

The body is half above Lin Sheng, about 1.9 m.

It just walked out of the fog, and it just saw Lin Sheng.

Huh?

Humans are pushing a step forward, moving towards Lin Sheng.

His foot was slow, very strange, and the sword in his hand was dragging on the ground and making a slight SISI sound.

鈥淭his thing…What kind of monster is that? 鈥滾in Sheng is not a self-reliant step back.

Although the first time was intimidated by each other's presence, it was more alarming than once before.

Lin Sheng, on the contrary, quickly stabilizes his heart.

Although there are still some panic, the response can be considered relentlessly.

He looked down and noticed that the monster's right leg was lame. On your legs, through black pants, you can see large pieces of blood shortages.

鈥淚t doesn't look great.鈥滾in Sheng holds the sword, and he doesn't intend to avoid it.

Try this guy's Details first.

It's close to the door, and he can turn around and go back to the door at any time.

Subject to his exit, he intends to try to reach this second creature.

鈥淗ello. Can you hear me? 鈥滾in Sheng whispers down, whispers in Xiling.

Strange people have no reaction and remain steadfast in moving towards him.

鈥淎re you a resident here? I didn't mean to. Can you tell me where this is? 鈥滾in Sheng tried to communicate with each other.

si…

Strange people have no response and continue to move towards him on a step.

Lin Sheng felt wrong and had to retreat slowly.

Just when two people are less than three meters apart.

The stranger suddenly went forward, long sword in his hand, stabbed ahead.

Chi!

Black sword just better on Lin Sheng's Cross sword.

Huh?

The sharp sound of the ear, the vibration of the night.

Lin Sheng was hit by a bump, almost fell.

He changed his face, dragged his sword and ran a few steps and stepped up, jumped into the wooden stage and hit the door of the living room.

bang!

He shut the door and put the door down.

si…

Suddenly, a fragmented magazine came from behind him.

Lin Sheng is in a stalemate.

Turn around slowly.

In the lobby, a decayed Swordsman, with the same marshmallows, is taking a difficult step towards him.

(This chapter is over)