Nightmare’s Call

In the dim light, the only window in the storeroom faintly transmitted in a faint moonlight.

Lin Sheng stood alone in the darkness, and the weird syllables in his mouth were smooth and natural, like singing special music in an unknown language.

Initiation requires constant chanting, the standard ritual is nine times.

Lin Sheng sang again, but found no abnormalities, and started a second time.

Immediately after the third pass, the fourth pass ...

He had practiced alone before obviously, without any abnormalities.

But at this moment, he stood in front of the circular array and looked at the three solid red solids that were gradually solidifying, but his mind was filled with hazy drowsiness.

His consciousness seemed a little confused.

The brain is gradually in a state of half asleep and half awake, and his gaze has been gazing at the blank space in the middle of the circle in accordance with the ritual requirements.

It's just that blank space, on the original flat plastic paper, at this time it slowly twists and turns.

Like some thick red grease, stirred and rotated, a clear line emerges.

In the center of the plastic paper, a basin-sized vortex forms.

He suspected that he had some sort of hallucination, but at this point the ritual was halfway through and could not stop.

Lin Sheng's mouth still sang a weird and mysterious starter.

In the inexplicable syllable melody, the vortex in the center of the circular array gradually stabilized.

He began to lift the bowl in his hand, and poured the prepared three material mixture into the vortex in the center of the circle.

噗通.

A large mass of thick slurry seemed to fall into the water and disappeared into the center of the circle at a glance.

Shh ...

Suddenly, a blurry sound of ethereal fluttered from the vortex.

Lin Sheng stared at the surface of the vortex, slowly showing a blurry face.

The face is like being covered by cloth, becoming clearer and more prominent.

It seemed to want to break free of the vortex, opened its mouth, and wanted to yell.

At this moment, Lin Sheng struggled with all his strength, grabbed the red fir block and threw it into the whirlpool.

The wooden block hit the human face.

boom! !! !!

Immediately, a loud roar shook Lin Sheng's entire body and his head was dizzy.

He couldn't support his weak body and fell to the ground with one knee softly. Put your hands on the oily ground.

Vaguely, he seemed to feel countless noises echoing in his ears.

Those murmurs like hallucinations are intertwined and mixed with each other, and finally turned into whispers.

The gentle one, whispering with some strong temptation, kept whispering in Lin Sheng's ear. Seems to be telling him some kind of information, some kind of evil knowledge.

I don't know how long it has been.

In the moonlight, Lin Sheng shook his head hard, feeling cold, his face was soggy, and he didn't know anything.

He reached out and wiped it, looking at it by moonlight.

"blood....!?"

Lin Sheng was startled.

He slowly got up and quickly checked on his face.

He had blood clots on his ears, nostrils, mouth, eyes, and all the holes in his organs.

Quickly peeled off the blood clot, Lin Sheng rubbed his face and rubbed away the remaining blood.

"Did I succeed?"

He recalled the process just now, that nightmare-like experience, which made him completely unable to remember what those whispers whispered.

All he knew was that he was cold.

And his body seemed to have undergone some unknown minor changes.

There seemed to be a cold chill, lingering in the space between his chest and abdomen.

The chill was like ice cubes, and the cold air was continuously released, soaking deep into the internal organs.

Strangely, this chill did not make Lin Sheng feel bitter.

After a while, the chill completely disappeared. It seemed as if everything was inside his body.

"Is this over?" Lin Sheng reached out and looked at his body. Compared with before, his body seemed no different.

It just became lighter.

He tried to clenched his fists, his whole body agitating.

Suddenly, a syllable rushed out from his mouth.

"Holy blood ... burning ..."

Uh ...

Deep in the skin, as if something was slowly being lit.

An inexplicably huge force spread out from the heart of Lin Sheng as if it were born out of nothing.

Power, a steady stream of power, rushed into Lin Sheng's body as if blowing air.

In the moonlight, blood spots began to appear on his skin.

Alas.

Lin Sheng covered his heart fiercely, and suddenly pulled open his collar.

At the heart of his naked chest, a group of dark purple blood vessels stood out clearly. Like a spider web crawling on his chest.

"This!!?"

Lin Sheng gritted his teeth and stretched his fingers to touch the dark purple blood vessels of the heart.

It was like a second heart growing on the surface of his skin, the surface of blood vessels was still beating slightly, and it was extremely cold.

"Damn! What have I done !!?"

Lin Sheng loosened his collar and punched him **** the wall on one side.

Huh! !!

The wall vibrated suddenly. The entire storeroom shuddered on the ground, as if hit by a heavy object in the wall.

With a look, he looked at the wall through the moonlight.

There was an extra fist-sized cement gap on the wall.

"I'm growing so much power ...?"

Lin Sheng raised his hands in disbelief and looked closely.

He knows from Enni's memory fragments that this spiritual ritual is extremely evil. The stronger the host's spiritual will, the stronger the power he gets.

The ritual can only be used once for some reason.

But he did not expect that this ceremony actually succeeded, and he gained such a strong power!

Lin Sheng originally intended to give it a try, and wanted to see if the knowledge obtained in the dream was useful in reality.

But now ...

"Not only useful ... but too much!"

He glanced down at the plastic paper on the floor. The moonlight shone on his face, reflecting his somewhat shaggy face.

Especially between his eyebrows, a piece of dark purple Sichuan-shaped tendon was faintly seen.

A large circular hole has been added in the middle of the plastic paper on the ground.

The plasma mixture turned upside down has disappeared. The only remaining thing is a celadon round bowl.

"Are the sequoias gone too?"

Lin Sheng knelt down and reached out to roll up the plastic paper.

He can feel that in this state, his body is much stronger than usual, regardless of strength or explosive power.

And it's not just power, it's thinking.

His thinking was calmer and clearer than usual.

As if in this state, it will not be affected by any emotions.

Keeping this pattern, Lin Sheng intends to see how long this ability can be activated.

He does not believe that this power will be sustained.

According to the explanation given by the person entrusted to the ceremony of Enni, after the ritual of the sacrifice ceremony is successful, it will be based on the host's own spiritual will to attract an unknown evil spirit.

The evil spirit will exchange a special ability to the host according to the material sacrifices prepared by the host and some of the spiritual power of the sacrifice.

As for what ability can be obtained, it is all random.

After all, the evil spirits summoned by everyone are different. And the ability of evil spirits to transmit is different.