Nightmare’s Call

"Brother! Don't hurry, have you considered changing your place? You have a good sword, Chen Huan's mother-in-law is done by you. Great master!"

When the man approached, there was a strong perfume.

He was a little taller than Lin Sheng, with a large block and a rough voice, but the authentic Celine accent gave people a strange feeling.

The Celine races are mostly yellow races, but the yellow races here are generally whiter and much whiter than the yellow races of Lin Sheng's previous life.

And the blacks and whites here are relatively less differentiated than the previous earth.

Whites are just a little whiter than yellows.

In the port of Huaisha.

It is not uncommon for foreign whites to come, most of them are from the Lean nations across the sea. It is the most developed region in the world.

Lin Sheng turned around and looked at the man who stopped him carefully.

The man was a white man with dark yellow hair, a golden nose ring on his nose, a cyan tiger tattoo on his body, a bare upper body, and a pair of spacious gray breeches on his legs.

"Hello, my name is Russell. The manager of the Steelscale Club. I saw it just now, and played well!"

"Russell?" Lin Sheng froze, the name was good. "My name is Lin Sheng. Do you say you are the manager of the Steelscale Club?"

"Don't talk here, come with me!" Russell turned Lin Sheng and ran.

The two quickly walked all the way, turned a street corner, and went to another swordsman club.

This is also one of the other two clubs that Lin Sheng has visited before. Both are expensive venues.

The clubhouse is decorated like a luxury hotel outside, it is brilliant, and there are two black lions on both sides of the door.

Everything is round, round headlights, round halls, round pillars, round counters.

There is a little girl at the front desk with a round face ...

Russell pulled Lin Sheng straight to the second floor.

On the second floor, the two quickly entered a spacious and gorgeous swordsmanship practice classroom.

Two swordsmen wearing armor helmets are fighting each other.

"Madeland! Xia Yin, come soon, I brought a master back!" Russell shouted as soon as he entered the door.

"This buddy just ten minutes ago started crying the long-legged girl next door!" Russell quickly exaggerated the facts to highlight the effect of publicity.

"What?"

After hearing the words, the two swordsmen stopped and turned to look over.

The two were a young black man and a half-breed girl.

Russell pointed to the black man: "Madhiran, chief of the club."

Then she pointed at the mixed-race girl: "Xia Yin, chief equipment engineer of the club. Oh yes, she is a mixed-race of Celine and Io."

Finally he pointed to Lin Sheng.

"Master, Lin Sheng crying Chen Huan!"

Lin Sheng was speechless and glanced at the situation in the classroom.

There is no difference between the entire classroom and the dance room. The floor is covered with thick high-grade cushions, which do not look like cushions, but more like patterned expensive black marble.

On the left is a large floor-to-ceiling mirror for the swordsman to correct his own movement.

There is an embedded grid in the corner, which contains a set of expensive metal armors and helmets.

There are various blades of varying lengths on the weapon rack.

"How? Conditions are much better than next door!" Russell grinned twice. "There is nothing missing here, there is no master. Are you interested in joining?"

Lin Sheng looked at him in fog.

"What do you mean?"

"One thousand a month, you have to guide at least five times, which is two hundred times. Is that okay? Chen Huan cannot get this price," Russell offered.

The black Madilan also approached with a smile, showing his mouth full of white teeth.

"Hello, my friend. This club is a small group of three of us who have collected our own money. The purpose is to exchange Naxi swordsmanship and other ancient martial arts."

"He's a very good Madilan. One of us is fine!" Russell exclaimed in an extremely exaggerated tone.

"What about you? I'm just a beginner ..." Lin Sheng was surprised, then calmed down again.

"Beginner? It doesn't matter. Beginners who can make Chen Huan cry are even more hurry!" Madilan chuckled.

The female voice Xia Yin also approached with her helmet off. She didn't speak, just watching Lin Sheng.

"I'm here, what do I do?" Lin Sheng asked again.

"Five times a month, two hundred guidance fees each time, just come and explain to us Naxi swordsmanship." Russell explained, "Our side is different from Tengchong, we are not open to the public. Only certain members are accepted."

"To put it plainly, the three of us need guidance," Madilan added.

"What about your previous guidance?" Lin Sheng was puzzled.

This place is gorgeously decorated and has a lot of salary. Someone should have applied for it long ago. Why can't I see it?

"Tangchong was run away next door." Russell sank as soon as he mentioned this.

"Well, don't say that, let's practice!" He hurried Lin Sheng to wear protective clothing and helmet.

After two minutes ...

The three were panting, standing opposite Lin Sheng.

All three were heavily armed with cross swords in their hands. It's just that all three pose a little unnatural.

Russell and Madilan panted with their chests covered, and Xia Yin pressed her right thigh still.

"Great!" This was the first sentence that Xia Yin said.

"Come on, stay, drive you fifteen thousand!" Madilan patted his thigh and yelled.

Lin Sheng was a little confused for the last three pairs of eager eyes.

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Back home at night, Lin Sheng was still stingy.

He was kicked out of the Tengchong Club somehow, and then pulled into the Steelscale Club somehow.

A club with three full members in one.

It feels like dreaming, there is a serious untrue.

Sitting at the dinner table, Dad Lin anniversary raised the rice bowl and looked up at Lin Sheng sitting opposite.

"How's it going? The grade hasn't fallen?" He put a clip of dried tofu and put it in his bowl without moving, waiting for Lin Sheng to reply.

"It's okay, the same as before." Lin Sheng replied, answering.

"Grandpa's situation has stabilized, but he still has to take turns to take care of you. You can only rely on yourself. We won't be able to take care of it for a while." Lin Jianni sighed.

"I see." Lin Sheng nodded.

"When I went upstairs, I heard Aunt Zhang downstairs said that the price of beef has risen sharply recently ..."

Mother Gu Wanqiu began to talk about the daily oil and salt sauce vinegar, where there are promotional activities, and where there are slight changes, she can inquire from neighbors in the neighborhood.

Obviously she goes to kindergarten to work every day, and it doesn't take long to return.

Lin Annihilated from time to time to discuss with her.

Lin Sheng sat silently listening.

After eating, he took the initiative to wash the dishes, cleaned up, and quickly returned to the bedroom.

He couldn't wait to enter the dream again and explore what was secret in that mysterious black feather city.

Before killing the Rotten Swordsman, he gained incomplete memory, which made Lin Sheng full of expectations.