Chapter 49: Encounter 1

Beneath the scroll list is a ritual map, marked on its side by a line of Gulene text that looks like a mantra.
There is a small line at the bottom.
‘Enni, your mental power can be increased at most once, remember, restrain greed. ’
"Ennie? Ritual of sacrifice?" Lin Sheng froze, staring at the last word carefully and telling him intuitively.
Maybe he is going to pick up treasure this time! !!
Because none of the materials recorded above is anything unheard of.
"If rituals can also be used in reality ..."
He didn't wait for him to return to God, and suddenly a black smoke appeared from the body.
The black smoke condensed into a black line and slammed into his chest.
Lin Sheng's mind shook, and a large number of memory fragments of the female swordsman tumultuously rolled in his mind.
Frames of images flickered in front of his eyes.
"Ennie, do you love me?"
"Ennie, it's not like that. You need to twist your wrist, like this."
"This ritual requires a living sacrifice, it can awaken the blood in your body, and use some kind of evil power as the medium ..... do not have enough will, do not use.
Well.....
Lin Sheng covered her head, feeling that her entire head was going to burst.
He reached for the side wall and wanted to rest.
Suddenly a cold wind blew on his head.
Lin Sheng jumped up with goosebumps, and he rolled to the left, trying to avoid it.
But it's still slow.
The headache made him react more than once.
puff!
A huge black tomahawk severely cut into his neck, splitting his half torso into a Y-shape.
Uh ...
The blood spurted out, Lin Sheng's eyes were dark, and at last he saw a strong shadow of more than two meters in height.
Black Shadow was holding a large axe and was slowly pulling out of him.
...........
...........
Lin Sheng lifted the quilt from the bed, his body was cold and pale.
"Hell, sneak attack while I'm absorbing memory!" The grey-printed rune on his body did nothing but keep the body from being divided into two.
Because that shadow power is too great.
"But the content of that ritual was written down ... materials, graphics ... and sacrifices in the memory ..."
Lin Sheng got out of bed and turned on the desk lamp. He skillfully took his notebook out of the drawer and carefully recorded all the details of the ritual worship ceremony with a pen.
What surprised him a bit was that during the ritual of the sacrifice, a fixed syllable that didn't know what language was used as a starter.
It's not Gurion script, nor is it another known similar language. It's just a seemingly meaningless syllable, randomly combined.
In the incomplete memory, the woman named Enni repeated it many times before memorizing it. Now it is cheaper for him.
"Human blood, deer blood, red cedar, silver powder ... These materials should all be made up, which is the whole body blood volume of three adults .... I wonder if the hospital can buy it?"
Lin Sheng thought.
This is a brand new attempt.
If the ritual knowledge obtained in the dream can be used in reality, it will be extremely helpful to him.
He tested that no matter how many injuries in the dream, back to reality, there will be no physical problems.
Similarly, no matter how you exercise in your dream, waking up seems to have no effect.
Some of the muscles in the dream are already familiar with exercise, but when you wake up and exercise that muscle again, you will still be sore because of long periods of inactivity.
"That is to say, everything in the dream will not be fed back to reality.
That being said, the only thing I can get from it is information, knowledge ... such as gray printing, such as this ceremony ... "
Lin Sheng knew it.
In this way, he will also find relevant things in a targeted manner in the future.
I glanced at the time before it was four-fifteen in the morning.
Lin Sheng lay on the bed and turned off the lights and wanted to sleep for a while, but after getting the ritual of the sacrifice, his heart kept tickling and he wanted to try.
This feeling kept him from falling asleep at ease.
Continued to five o'clock, have not fallen asleep. Instead, the brain is getting more excited.
"Forget it, get up and go around!"
Lin Sheng got up easily, quickly put on his clothes, put on his sword box, and went out of the house.
Out of the Huilian district, Lin Sheng slowly moved along the street.
Large clouds in the sky drifted slowly, and thousands of golden rays radiated from the east, dyeing one side of the clouds golden.
Early in the morning, many shops on both sides did not open.
Lin Sheng trot at a stretch to the side of an viaduct three kilometers away from his home before slowing down.
There were a few tramps sleeping under the bridge hole, each curled up into a ball, wrapped in a dirty quilt and slept soundly.
Lin Sheng looked away from the tramp.
High-speed cars roared past the viaduct.
Lin Sheng walked down the steps along the bridge to the aisle near the bridge.
The only way to get through the viaduct here is this aisle.
There were just a few girls with beautiful faces and pure and pleasant faces.
The girls were in their early twenties, with makeup on their faces, long legs and thin waist, wearing wool skirts and thick stockings, joking and scolding each other while walking.
"Maybe a model." Lin Sheng saw that they were followed by a girl in glasses with a camera.
A few girls came face to face and saw Lin Sheng carrying a black box on his back. They couldn't help but glance at the box on him.
That thing doesn't look like a piano case, it's more like a flute instrument.
"Lin Sheng?"
Suddenly a low male voice came from the side high.
Lin Sheng froze and looked up to the left.
At the edge of the viaduct, I don't know when, a dark-skinned man wearing a tight black vest and muscular body was standing.
The man's chin was slightly raised, wearing a black leather jacket and a silver cross on his chest.
Lin Sheng's eyes narrowed, his hands slipped, and the black box on his back slipped naturally.
"What's up?"
A few girls on the side seemed to be attracted by the movement here, slowly slowed down, and looked curiously here.
"Do you make a movie?"
"I don't know, that man can speak so clearly so far. Is there a loudspeaker?"
The man on the bridge stepped on the guardrail. The strong muscles on his body squeezed slightly like a mouse.
He gently took off his jacket, exposing almost perfect triangular muscles on his back. More importantly, he took a black pistol from his waist with a flick of his right hand.
The gun spun a few times in the palm of his hand and clasped it tightly in his hand.
"The times are different," the man said calmly. "We will eventually be the forgotten generation.
But before that, even if it was always considered stupid, I would still insist. "
He snapped and placed the gun by the fence.
"Let's make a decision !!"
He stepped on one foot, and the whole man leapt forward, his figure almost covering the sunlight, jumping off the bridge.
Lin Sheng's pupils shrank, and they retreated sharply. The black box was horizontal, and a crisp sound exploded.
The silver sword straightened towards the man like lightning.
clang! !!
The two crashed into each other fiercely.
The man didn't know when to wear a pair of black metal gloves, his fists matched, and he slammed into the center of Lin Shengjian from top to bottom.
The huge force hit Lin Sheng, bumping him back and forth.
At the foot of Lin Sheng's footwork, his body turned away from the blade, and his backhand was a spin.
The silver sword light is like a waterfall, bringing a little reflection of gold light to the man's chest.