Nightmare’s Call

It was already over six in the afternoon from the Internet cafe, and it was a little dark.

Lin Sheng ate a street stall, then stopped a taxi and went straight home.

Back at home, Dad wasn't there, only his mother Gu Wanqiu sat in the kitchen and cut potatoes.

Lin Sheng and she quickly lived together, made two dishes, and mother and son ate a meal around the table.

Gu Wanqiu asked him about his outings today, and Lin Sheng naturally compiled a bunch of words to deal with the past easily.

For him, he didn't want his family to know about things like joining the sword club outside.

It's like he's reluctant to join what Sears calls a company. This is another complex circle.

And he knew nothing about Sears.

What he does, how he is, how his background is, whether it is good or bad, nothing is clear. Joining each other just for the money?

This is of course unrealistic and requires careful consideration.

After having dinner and washing the dishes, Lin Sheng used the excuse to review his homework, and quickly washed back to his bedroom.

After doing two sets of review questions, he felt a little sleepy. Then put on a coat and put on the prepared sneakers.

The kimono lay beside the bed with eyes closed.

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Warren Temple.

Off-white temple.

Lin Sheng sat up slowly from the middle of the row of chairs. He skilfully scanned the surrounding conditions.

The temple was the same as the last time he left.

The air was filled with a sense of reassurance, the doors and windows were intact and closed tightly.

Lin Sheng stood up from the row of chairs and examined his lower body.

He was wearing black sportswear, black sneakers before bedtime, and leaned on his chair against his weapon, the rotten sword.

Lifting the sword, he stepped out of the row of chairs without looking at the prayer table in the middle. It was a small door straight behind the temple.

He had explored the entire Wallen Temple and other places, leaving no room for the storage room directly behind him.

There is a main hall, a vice hall, a clergyman's bedroom, a kitchen and a toilet each.

He has searched all these places, except for some daily necessities.

Only the rest of the storage room was left unattended.

Holding the sword tightly, Lin Sheng quickly walked to the storage room and reached out to hold some cold copper handles.

Pull out.

squeak....

With a slight friction, the gray-white wooden door was slowly opened.

Inside is a small space of about one square meter.

Without storing too much, there is only a carved stone pillar more than one meter high like a stele.

The stone pillar was grayish white, and the top was engraved with a pattern of a crescent moon next to three stars.

Seems like a tick mark below.

There is a line at the bottom.

Lin Sheng leaned closer and looked closely.

‘Test Tower: A professionally rated stone tower. The measurement range is Templar, Warrior, Monk. ’

"Test Tower?" Lin Sheng froze, this is his first experience.

He has been in a lot of memory fragments, and I heard who is who is a soldier of several levels, but no one mentioned how these levels were evaluated.

Or he absorbed only fragments of memory, without mentioning this information.

But at the moment, it seems that this little stone tower in front of me is related to this occupational level assessment.

He walked to the stone tower and looked at it carefully.

In addition to the pattern and scale on the surface of the stone tower, there are only two stick-shaped handles protruding from the left and right.

A grip symbol is engraved on the edge of the handle.

Lin Sheng stretched out his hands and held both handles with both hands.

Inexplicably, he seemed to feel that there was an extremely slight trace of warm current, which penetrated into the palm of his hand from the hand of the stone tower, and then followed his arm, making a rapid movement around him.

The warm current quickly returned to the stone tower and disappeared.

Whoo ...

A slight tremor sounded.

Under Lin Sheng's somewhat surprised sight, the scale on the front of the stone tower slowly lit slightly white light.

The entire stone tower is like a thermometer, rising from the bottom, a thick white line with fingers.

The white line stopped slowly at the second-level position, and then stopped.

"Second level?" Lin Sheng moved his heart, and then he let go of his hand.

The white line suddenly faded as he let go, and soon faded.

"This means that I am now a second-level soldier?" Lin Sheng guessed.

He held his grip again.

Soon the white line appeared bright again, rising to the second position, but the warm current did not appear before.

"Interesting ... I don't know what standard this thing was tested against."

He let go of his handle and let the white line disappear.

After rummaging in the storage room, Lin Sheng saw nothing except the test tower.

With the rotting sword, he returned to the temple door.

On this trip, he is no longer planning to stay in this safe area.

The temple is free of monsters and dangers, and has been regarded as a safe area for rest and recovery.

‘Although this place is good, I did n’t come here to stay in the safe zone ...’

Lin Sheng gently opened the main hall door.

The lintels separated silently, and a gust of cold wind came in.

Lin Sheng took a nap, but still stepped out of the hall, holding his sword.

Standing at the door of the temple, he can see the black feather city area with street lights outside.

An empty street with decaying buildings.

In the distance, towering sharp black towers and huge walls surrounding it.

"Here, it's like a huge cage ..." Lin Sheng muttered, his gaze started to look for the next direction to prepare to move forward.

Holding his sword, he slowly walked to the iron fence of the courtyard, and his gaze fell on a mansion opposite the temple.

It is a fish-shaped mansion like a mansion.

On the exterior of the whole building, a large number of reliefs similar to angel babies are carved, and some places have delicate patterns like wisteria flowers.

Compared with other buildings around it, the whole mansion is much more complete. Even the outer wall of the protective courtyard is extremely complete and has no broken gaps.

There are three floors in the mansion, and the doors and windows of each floor are closed tightly.

Looking from this position of Lin Sheng, you can see a dry black fountain pool in the middle of the opposite courtyard. In front of the fountain, a white stone monument stands.

The moonlight was soft, and you could faintly see what words were engraved on the stele.

After thinking about it, he decided to go to the house opposite.

It's not just because the house opposite is highly preserved that some good things may be found. More importantly, the mansion is closest to the temple and may be relatively safe.

And one more thing, the mansion is much shorter than the surrounding buildings. In some details, it is not as delicate and luxurious as the other surrounding buildings.

Obviously the owner of the mansion is not high.

In such a crisis-ridden place, low status means that the danger is not high.

squeak....

Lin Sheng gently opened the iron fence door and walked out slowly.

As soon as he left the envelope of the temple ring above him, he felt cold.

A bit of bitter threat came to my mind.

Lin Sheng clenched the black sword, glanced left and right, and rushed to the iron gate of the opposite mansion.

A few steps, he crossed a street more than ten meters wide and quickly came to the iron gate.

Reaching for a gentle pull, the iron gate of the mansion was slowly opened.