MTL - Nightmare’s Call (Summoner of Nightmares)-Chapter 15

"This guy ... when did you come in !?"

Lin Sheng was stiff, leaning his back against the door, clenching the hilt of his sword with both hands, feeling cold.

"No! This is another one!"

He quickly distinguished that this rotting swordsman was not the same as the one just now.

The guy took a sip of his right arm while holding the sword, missing a large piece of meat. The characteristics are obvious.

"This is trouble ..."

He didn't want to die anymore.

He didn't want to live the kind of life that was muddled for days in a row and in a very poor condition.

Hiss ...

This guy is getting closer.

Lin Sheng can even clearly see the dense pustules bulging around the other person's neck.

These pustules are like small blisters, dense and bulging.

Lin Sheng clenched the hilt of his sword, his muscles tightened, and he stared at each other.

puff!

Suddenly, the rotting swordsman fluttered forward, and the blade of his right arm drew a dark arc, piercing Lin Sheng's chest.

Ah! !! !!

Lin Sheng roared in his heart, and raised his sword in both hands to move forward.

The blade was severely chopped down from top to bottom, trying to block the opponent.

Unfortunately, the two swords did not intersect, and ran towards each other's targets.

Huh!

Lin Sheng felt a pain in his chest, and the sword in his hand suddenly lost his strength and fell on the left shoulder of the rotting swordsman along the inertia.

Alas.

The blade just chopped down a little flesh.

Lin Sheng bowed his head blankly and saw that his chest had been pierced in advance.

The black blade penetrated deeply into the left chest, crushing all his strength for the first time.

"Dead again ..."

His eyes darkened and he suddenly lost consciousness.

I don't know how long, in the dim, Lin Sheng slowly opened his eyes.

He still lay on his back on the bed.

It was gray outside and was about to shine. There was a faint **** croaking in the distance.

"Dead again ..."

Lin Sheng reached out and touched the heart of his chest. There was still a tingle of tingling there.

"It's like being stabbed ..."

He slowly got up straight from the bed. The underwear I just changed was soaked again yesterday.

When he got out of bed, he quickly turned out a change, took his clothes to the bathroom, and quickly wiped his sweat with hot water.

Then put on clean underwear.

"Can't go on like this, I have to think of a way." Lin Sheng reached the desk, opened the drawer again, and took out the previous translation notes for review.

The notes written in Chinese characters are neat and tidy. It is estimated that no one in this world can understand such words except him.

This is also the best encryption method.

"I also checked some information on the Internet before. Regarding swordplay, the content of these pictures and text notes seems to make some sense.

But I have never learned anything about Rouszi swordplay before. Such information would never have been made up by myself. Absolutely somewhere else! "

Lin Sheng's heart was 100% determined.

"That dream, the crisis is in it, and ordinary people like me who can't help themselves get in. They can only get food when they go in. They can barely hurt a disabled monster.

He stared at the notes and graphics in front of him.

"To find out the secrets of dreams, you must go out and explore, while recording books and materials, and go out to explore the environment.

And when going out, at least you need to be able to protect yourself! I can't even do a disabled monster now ... I have to figure out a way. "

Lin Sheng was silent, and soon had an idea.

"Since I have swordplay information in front of me, then try to look around first, if there is a relevant learning path. This will not only have the opportunity to verify the authenticity of this information, but also enhance your self-protection. After all, There is still a cross sword in hand. "

Lin Sheng settled down and made a decision.

Before his parents got up, he quickly ate breakfast and went to school.

After finishing his morning class, Lin Sheng couldn't wait to leave school and wandered around Huaisha city.

The Internet is still very developed from time to time in this era. If you want to find a shop for learning, you can only rely on your eyes.

Not to mention the rarer type of European sword.

Fortunately, although Huaisha City, where Lin Sheng lives, is a small city, it is a port city and has a lot of foreign trade. Many foreigners often enter and leave here, and they have also led a series of related industries.

Lin Sheng went to the foreigner street next to the sea in Huaisha for the first time.

It is an area where foreigners often travel to live and spend.

Soon, he found what he was looking for.

And more than one was found. There are three in total.

Two clubs, one club.

The two clubs were eliminated by Lin Sheng for the extremely high membership fees.

There is only one club left.

"Although it's old, it must be cheap."

Lin Sheng stood in the middle of a deserted side street and looked up at a shop on the second floor.

There was an inconspicuous wooden plaque hanging with rows of small characters: Tengchong Swordsmanship Club, Heini Street Street Office, Heini Street Carrier Association.

The three rows are crowded together, and it is clear that this is a sign for the three agencies.

Below the sign is a dirty and shabby staircase entrance, and the wooden ladder steps inside are crunched by people entering and leaving.

At the mouth of the staircase, there were two squatting smokers, squatting, seemingly chatting.

Lin Sheng looked down at his school uniform. Tighten your schoolbag and walk towards the stairs.

Follow the wooden stairs step by step up to the second floor.

Lin Sheng saw three different arrows drawn in red chalk on the wall.

The arrow of Tengchong Sword Club turns right on the second floor.

He followed the arrow and turned into the second floor corridor.

After walking for more than ten meters, he stopped at an open door.

A sign hung on the office door: Tengchong Sword Art Museum.

It was empty inside, and three rectangular black desks were put together to form a large table at the corner, and three people were sitting at the table doing something.

Alas.

Lin Sheng knocked on the door.

"Hello, is this the Tengchong Swordsman Club?"

A girl closest to the door turned to look at it.

"you are?"

"I want to learn the orthodox Naxi swordsmanship. I don't know if it is here?" Lin Sheng answered.

"If you learn Naxi swordsmanship, you really found the right place." The girl smiled suddenly. "We are the most professional non-profit fellow in the entire city of Huaisha."

"Comrades?"

"It's a club that everyone is interested in getting together," the girl explained.

"You come to talk advanced. Few people are willing to learn Naxi swordsmanship. The more popular boxing and comprehensive fighting techniques such as boxing are popular now.

Sword techniques handed down in ancient times, such as Naxi swordsmanship, need to be equipped with swords on their own, which is quite troublesome and practical. If you do n’t really like it very much, you will definitely stick to it. "

The girl smiled and pulled a chair for Lin Sheng.

The two sat down and Lin Sheng looked around.

The whole office didn't even paint wall powder, it was a simple cement wall.

The chair under the buttocks also wobbled and became loose.