MTL - Nightmare’s Call (Summoner of Nightmares)-Chapter 11

Lin Sheng was speechless. He didn't want to provoke the other party, this product also intends to find superiority from him.

"I know exactly what I'm doing and what I plan to do in the future. Let's worry about myself.

I heard classmates say that I saw you take a girl to pay money at the Municipal People's Hospital before. Do not know is not true? "

Lin Zhenyu's complexion stunned, then brushed slowly and stiffened.

He thought that he had done so secretly, but he didn't expect to be known by Lin Sheng. Speak out in front of his father.

"Don't talk nonsense!" He was suddenly anxious. After all, it was only a 19-year-old young man, and there was no city government. Once this sentence came out, Er Bo and Lin Anniversary suddenly knew.

Lin Sheng shook his head, and while the elders' faces changed slightly, he began to question Lin Zhenyu, and he threw out everything he knew a few times. It even includes the appearance of the girl and what she looks like.

To put it plainly, he didn't even hear about it, but saw it in the hospital himself.

Leaving a messy cousin Lin Zhenyu, Lin Sheng got up and walked out of the living room, quickly washing up.

He didn't waste time, reviewing materials for the college entrance examination and learning Guren's writing required a lot of time and energy.

Few things make Lin Sheng so fascinated.

.........

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Soon, over time, a month passed.

Lin Sheng researched almost without pause, and finally reluctantly translated the important pages of that book.

In order to save time, Lin Sheng's main selection of pages are continuous sections with graphics.

And these parts are not randomly selected, but he carefully screened according to the marks below the figure.

Each figure depicts a pose. A man holding a sword in a pose.

The corresponding text is more about the interpretation of graphics.

After a long time of identification, Lin Sheng determined that the rest of the book was mostly narrative, except that the pages with graphics were formal explanatory text.

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

Wow.

Lin Sheng's notes were filled with various Chinese characters.

He sat at his desk, his brows froze, still immersed in the translation.

"A total of five pages have been translated. They are all pages with graphics, not many words, and the translation speed is much faster ....

I use previous Chinese characters to record, there will never be a leak, so it's safe. But this content ... "

Lin Sheng was a little hesitant.

The translated graphics are obviously a practice of swordsmanship.

He stared at the simple pattern he copied.

The style and style, as well as the accompanying text content, describe the key and one-shot killings. At first glance, I know that it is not a flower rack, but a combat technique used in actual combat.

"Swordsmanship from the books in the dream ... Will it be true in the end ... Don't practice your body, it will be a problem."

In the first pattern, a person holds a sword and stabs forward with one hand. There are many arrows and text notes on the edge of the body.

Seems simple, but the core are those surrounding comments.

"What's more important is that although the current society is not as developed as the hot weapons of previous lives, there are a lot of firearms. Cold weapons have no effect except for exercising."

Lin Sheng frowned, thinking again.

"However, there may be something special about the sword art in this dream. There are levels mentioned in the book many times."

From the subsequent translations, Lin Sheng also learned a little about what kind of hierarchy the author of the book mentioned by Swordsman Ravel.

The book occasionally mentions the high-level fighters that Ravel once encountered on the battlefield.

Those high-ranking fighters, with strong superhuman physique, terrifying strength and speed, wearing heavy huge armor, are almost a war machine.

Those descriptions of the war situation instantly subverted Lin Sheng's previous guess.

Originally he guessed that the battlefield in the book should be just the ordinary cold weapon era. But the appearance of the exaggerated high-ranking warrior made him understand.

If the content of that book is true, then the high-level fighters in it may also be true.

"Ravel mentioned that when the warrior level reaches three or more, he can slowly exercise and improve his physique ..."

Lin Sheng recalled.

"If ..... if all this is true ..." Lin Sheng swallowed.

He glanced at the graphic text he translated. The fineness of the content, no matter what, could not be imagined by himself.

A total of five pictures, connected together, is the ravel swordsman, one of the most proud swordsmanship moves-angry strike.

"It's simple, but it's a very effective trick." Although Lin Sheng hasn't seen related martial arts, looking at the graphics shows how fierce this trick is.

The five pictures are moving pictures viewed together to form a trick.

The villain in the figure, the long sword cuts obliquely from top to bottom, and once it is hit, the result must be death on the spot.

Lin Sheng exhaled softly and closed the notebook in front of him.

"Try it tonight to see what the other books are about. Besides, maybe you should leave the manor and go out to see.

There are so many things in a manor house, what about outside? What the **** is outside? Why I haven't encountered a living creature in the manor for so long. There was always darkness outside the window. "

With a lot of doubts, Lin Sheng took off his clothes and went to bed after washing.

I went to the hospital to see my grandfather during the day. I don't know what happened. When I saw my grandfather with white hair lying on the bed, Lin Sheng suddenly felt something beyond words.

Not sad.

Grandpa is actually very bad for their family, and the feelings on both sides are extremely weak. But when they are really in trouble, the first one who doesn't hesitate to pay is their family.

Putting aside these first, what Lin Sheng saw at that time was not actually his relatives.

And it's just a broken, old man with an old candle.

The fragility of life, like candlelight and storm, made him unconscious.

"Forget it, don't want that much, just go to the dream today and see if you can leave that manor to try." Lin Sheng lay in the quilt, his eyes closed slowly.

In just a few minutes, he went to sleep dreamily.

After a period of ambiguity, consciousness quickly became clear.

call....

Lin Sheng slowly opened his eyes and breathed a long breath. Looking at the mahogany low table in front of me, and the sword swordsmanship on the table.

"Come in again."

He looked around.

The surrounding study is the previous study, there is no window, there is only one door leading to the living room. There were two large bookshelves around, and the red bookcase was filled with a large tomb book.

Lin Sheng stood up and looked carefully at the bookshelf.

He used to draw books from the upper shelf on the left. This time, he intends to try them from the right shelf.

Without hesitation, he quickly pulled a book from the right shelf and flipped it.

"Huh?" He frowned suddenly, his hands motioned for a moment.

The book in hand had the words on the cover, but it was completely obscured. After opening it, all the handwriting in it is also a big blocky blur.

Some are even just messy characters and lines.

Lin Sheng's heart sank, he quickly put down the book, and pulled out a large red book from the right shelf.

Quickly opened the book, and the pages inside it were also blurred.