Summoner of Nightmares

6. Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Lin Sheng stood in front of the road.

The kitchen around here sometimes distorts the illusions of mobility.

I don't know how long it took, ten seconds, or 20 seconds.

There's no concept of time in the dream.

Lin Sheng slowly picked up his feet, and moved towards the passage was close to several steps.

“This crack…And before that nightmare that gave me fear, there must be a connection. "

Lin Sheng had a guess.

“The breath out here gives me the feeling, the same feeling as when I dreamed of it before!"

He was just standing in front of a crack, and he felt cold in the face of the body, some rigid, just as it felt in the nightmare before.

“I'm gonna go inside and see.”

Lin Sheng Paused, the idea in his heart, was to dream, not die, and curiosity finally overwhelmed his heart at this moment.

He calm down for a while, finally slowing his feet up and moving towards a crack.

Huh?

Lin Sheng felt cold when his head went into a crack, as if he was soaked into the ice water of the stabbed bone.

It's dark in front of the eye, and there's about wu wu's voice on both sides.

Soon, less than three seconds, Lin Sheng's eyes shine.

The cold feeling on your body has slowed down, although there is still some cold, but it can already be supported.

In front of him, it was an European living room built by gray-black stones.

His position is precisely at the end of this long style room.

Near his left, it was a fireplace, a brown old oven, and there was a hairdressed man's head on the top of it.

Lin Sheng's intolerable stretch touches his head like, tough, cold, slippery.

“What?”He was a little shocked, touched by electrical shrinking fingers.

“Such a clear touch…Too much stronger than before. It's like it's true. ”

Think of it here, he's rushing back to the back.

On the wall behind him, the crack he just came in is at the visible speed of his eyes, slowing down and disappearing.

The slightest light in the kitchen is concealed in the crack.

Not until Lin Sheng reacts, the crack suddenly slows down, and a few blinks are completely healed.

“…"

Lin Sheng stayed there, and he felt like he was in his dreams, but…

He's down, and he sees the air around, and a piece of black is like a wire, drilling into himself in the body and drilling into his skin.

He feels like he's being admitted here, infected here…

It's kind of weird.

He seems to feel that he can stay here for a lot of time.

It's an instinct, not a famous instinct.

It's like there's kind of senseless sense of security here.

Definitely God, Lin Sheng, head up the whole hall.

A long style of lobby center, with a visible dashboard table. The white brush is covered with dark red stains, dark ashes, broken and obsolete.

black had yellow marks on the ground, paving cold and hard unknown stones.

On the top of the yellow ceiling, there was a casket black candle with a medium rule, 16 residual white candles or long or short stays above it, becoming petals, without flames.

On both sides of the hall, there is a lengthy windows, and on the one hand there is a freshwall filled with various paintings.

Lin Sheng Paused, move towards the windows first.

Before he walked to the window, he slowed his hand up gray-black curtains and looked out through the windows.

The ashes are dark out of the window, with a few bald trees shaking around the wind, far across the wall, and only one darkness.

Lin Sheng, put down the curtains, silent, turn around moving towards the other wall.

There's all sorts of paintings hanging out there.

It's just all the paintings, and it's all blurred at this time, and it's only barely possible to distinguish between human paintings or landscapes.

“There is no difference between previous dreams, and once the details are more precise, they are all blurred.”Lin Sheng's heart is a little settled.

This dream is similar to familiarity, making his emotions stable.

He stretched his hand and touched the surface of the paintings, as before, and still had no touch. Like a handbag of thick cotton.

He was patient, and one after another looked at all the paintings, half a day to step back, and moved towards the entrance of the lobby.

There's a wooden door at the corner of the lobby, moving to other rooms.

Lin Sheng's footsteps keep moving fast to the front door, holding the sculpture into the black door, and lightly reversing it.

kächā.

In a slight opening, he slowed into another neighbor's room.

At the door of the room, there was a curtain with dark flower tattoos, and at that time the curtains were uprooted, divided in eight words, showing the room landscape in it.

Two dark red bookshops are at the door, and there are all sorts of books on it.

“It's a library.”Lin Sheng's mind guess.

He paused, he didn't go in, and according to his past dream experience, 100 per cent of books in the library could not read, and it was all blurred. Why don't you go somewhere else and see what's fresh.

Lin Sheng turned around and went back to the lobby.

He turned around in the lobby, and soon he found another door. This time in, it's the bedroom.

After a while in the bedroom, there was no new thing that Lin Sheng would ever come back to the lobby again.

Soon he also found a basement on the corner of the living room, filled with alcohol water, and a dark red big barrel, and the air was filled with alcohol.

A little time ago, he probably judged the situation here.

“This is an ancient Orchestra.”

Lin Sheng came back to the lobby, and he felt like he was going to wake up.

Those who dreamed, when they woke up, they had a feeling.

“Take this time and go to the last room."

He didn't delay him, running straight from the lobby to the studio.

Take a big step into the studio.

Lin Sheng first saw a red wood table in the room, with a grey shell book on the table.

The book is a silver candle, and the candle is approaching a half of the head books that have been turned over.

He was curious about the past, seeing the pages that had been turned off, writing the flies of densely packed, every word was very clear, but he had no idea at all.

“Is that clear?”Lin Sheng is a little curious.

He omitted the book, and the vision fell on other shelves.

The book was filled with all kinds and sorts on the shelf.

He pulled one out of his hand and looked at it. It's also densely packed's flying letter, and it's completely unknown.

“Not like Xiling, like Ancient Rennes language…”Lin Sheng's eyebrows are tight, and he saw this famous language ancient book on TV.

Ancient Rennes language, and Pictogram language, Cunieform language, Ancient Zigo language, four clusters, known as the oldest ancient language in history.

The history of this language, he saw it in a number of extracurricular books at the junior level.

Of the four ancient languages, Pictogram language and Ancient Rennes language are best identified and characteristic.

So he recognized it when he saw it.

“Funny, I dream of Ancient Rennes language…”Lin Sheng's got some funny heart, looking at the books.

It's just surprising to him that there's a lot of things in this book, and the graphics are in line with language, so he has a fresh sense of stranger.

“For good reason, whatever you see in your dreams, even if there's something strange, it's familiar…But this stranger… "Lin Sheng has some feeling wrong.

He was planning to cope carefully with a language down and then recorded a wake up. Suddenly, there was a sudden dizziness in the heart.

“It's time to wake up…”He's got a heart.

(This chapter is over)