MTL - Nightmare’s Call (Summoner of Nightmares)-Chapter 13

"Oh shit!"

Lin Sheng turned over and got out of bed, sitting by the bed, his hands inserted into the hair forest, feeling the sweat of his hands.

"It's not like I haven't died in a nightmare before, but the feeling ... is completely incomparable!"

Lin Sheng gasped heavily, trying to dilute the impact of death in his dream.

He sat down by the bed for a while, calmed down a bit, and got up to sit at the desk again, turned on the lamp, and looked at the contents of the previously translated books.

"The best part of the swordplay handbook is these five pictures. The rest are mostly about experiences and stories. These are the pages that really explain swordplay." He murmured, staring at the translation materials. .

"What the **** is that figure !? Are these materials really usable?"

"Information in dreams, swordsmanship in dreams, if it is something naturally derived from my brain, once I practice it wrong, it is likely to cause irreversible damage to the body."

Lin Sheng has heard of practicing acrobatics or martial arts before, because the foundation is wrong and the posture is wrong, resulting in physical disability.

He was a little worried, worried that the so-called swordmanship in the dream was actually the disordered knowledge evolved from his dream.

Sitting silently by the bed, Lin Sheng's thoughts tumbling, could not calm down for a long time.

It took him a while to lie down and close his eyes, but this time he couldn't sleep anyway.

As soon as I closed my eyes, the pain of the previous killing came.

This situation continued until dawn.

As soon as the sky was bright, he had to get up and cook a bit of noodles from yesterday's leftovers and quickly eat them. Then put on your school uniform, bring your school bag, and head straight to school.

Lin Sheng thought that it was only a dream to be killed.

But throughout the day, he felt some pain in his heart, and there seemed to still be a tingle in his neck.

After finishing the class humbly, after school, he declined Shen Yan's invitation to pull him to the tape shop, and went home swaying.

Lin Sheng didn't even have dinner, and Lin Sheng plunged into the bed and fell asleep.

This state lasted for two days, and his spirit slowly recovered.

In these two days, he never dreamed. As if the previous nightmare was just an illusion.

During the anniversary of Dad Lin, he thought he was ill, so he got a thermometer to measure it, and everything was normal.

In the end, he can only get more rest, don't get tired. Although the college entrance examination is important, nothing will happen when his body collapses.

Lin Sheng didn't dream for two days in a row, and Lin Sheng's spirit improved a lot.

After dinner, he lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling, without a word.

If it weren't for the desk drawer with his previously translated notebook, he would have thought it was just a dream.

嘀 Ling Ling.

There was a sudden phone call.

In the living room, mother Gu Wanqiu approached to answer the phone.

"Heavy, your sister is looking for you."

Lin Sheng froze slightly, then turned out of bed, walked out of the room, walked to the living room, took the microphone from his mother.

"I didn't know what to wear when I got out of bed." Gu Wanqiu touched Lin Sheng's hand with a little worry, feeling a bit cold, and quickly went to the bedroom to get him a coat to put on.

Lin Sheng smiled at her, put on her clothes and sat on the sofa with a microphone.

My sister didn't say anything in the microphone either, just listening to the movement here, there was a faint breathing sound.

Lin Sheng paused and changed his hand to the microphone.

"Sister, what's the matter?"

"It's okay, just listen to your parents saying that you haven't been very well recently, don't be too tired, and don't force yourself too much. Although a good university is important, your body is more important." My sister Lin Xiao was a little worried.

"It's okay, I know. Don't worry, sister." Lin Sheng thought about the time. "It's more than four months before the college entrance examination. I'm not in a panic now. It's just a nightmare. "

"Are you reading too much?"

"I don't know. I didn't do anything other than studying?" Lin Sheng pretended to be stupid.

"Isn't it ... out of money?" Lin Xiao suddenly lowered his voice.

"No."

"Really?"

"No," Lin Sheng affirmed.

"Don't hold on, Sister will get you some money over here. Remember to take it back. You are too old, and some expenses can't be avoided." Lin Xiao said seriously.

"No, really, sister. You spend more on yourself ..."

"I'm enough here, you can rest assured. Okay, just say that, remember to get money." Lin Xiao said no more.

There was a faint female voice calling from the microphone, which seemed to be calling her to move things together.

"I still have something here, I'll hang up first." Lin Xiao hurriedly answered and hung up the phone.

Lin Sheng silently put down his microphone and looked at the wall clock, nine o'clock in the evening.

Now working outside, he really doesn't want to use Lin Xiao's hard money.

But that guy was a dead-headed man, saying that he would definitely hit money.

"Forget it, don't worry about that much. Take a good rest tonight and have to seriously review the college entrance examination tomorrow."

The college entrance examination in this life is not much different from the previous life.

These are the key levels for students to jump in the dragon carp.

And once the exam fails, if you do n’t go to a good university, you can only enter various professional schools to learn to be skilled workers.

There are many technical schools in Celine, but their relative status is relatively low. Compared with the previous life of Lin Sheng, the quality of the technical school here is much worse.

If a student can't go to college before going to technical school, it basically means that his life is a waste.

There is a big class gap here, and few skilled workers have re-emerged. In many industries, the salary for simple technical jobs is low.

Lin Sheng returned to the bedroom and fell to the bed. He had made up his mind to take a good rest and set aside the nightmare for the time being.

Covering the quilt, he said good night to himself, closed his eyes, and slowly went to sleep.

..........

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call....

Lin Sheng heard the sound of his breathing, slowly echoing in the empty room.

He opened his eyes, in front of him a familiar hall of the manor.

On the large long table covered with shabby white cloth, there were some scattered silver tableware.

"I ... I'm in again?"

Lin Sheng's heart sank and he looked around quickly.

On the left is a wall full of fuzzy oil paintings, and on the right is a huge grid window. Through the hazy curtains, you can see the mist outside.

He quickly lifted his feet and walked forward, and soon reached the door of the study, and walked in along the open door.

I quickly saw the scene in the study.

It was placed on the head of the low table, and the page was opened, and the large handwriting was still clearly visible.

"Sure enough, I am back again."

Lin Sheng calmed down.

Instead of looking at the swordmanship notes, he exited the study and came to the living room again.

At the window on the side of the living room, he reached out and gently lifted the curtains, looking out.

Under the hazy mist, the mangrove walls of the manor are surrounded by black woods.

In the courtyard inside the wall, there is a small swing, and several broken wooden benches.

At the corner stood something that seemed to be a hoe.

Lin Sheng lowered the curtains and looked at the other windows.

None of the windows could see where the front door was facing.

And that direction is exactly where the dark shadow rushed before.

He paused, thinking in the living room for a moment. Then turned around and started searching around the room.

"I need a self-defense weapon. It's better to be longer, wider, and easier to block!"

Lin Sheng's heart was clear.

He didn't plan to stay in this house all the time. This dream is strange and inexplicable. He died here, and would actually affect the body in reality.

This made him feel a deep sense of crisis.

He had an inexplicable hunch that if he was killed by that shadow in a row, he would probably have some extremely troublesome change.

This feeling seems to be instinctively alerting him.