"It looks like a swimming pool …" Lin Sheng carefully scanned his surroundings.
Beside the swimming pool were mahogany racks filled with test tubes of various sizes.
Most of the test tubes on the racks were empty. Some of the test tubes only had black ash in them, while others had grey mucus.
Among the ten or so racks, only two of them had test tubes glowing with a faint silver light.
Lin Sheng walked around the 'pool' and came before the two test tube racks that held the silver light.
In Fatso's memories. Inside the silver tube was a single-use Magic Circle of Reaping that could still be used in perfect condition.
"I wonder if I can bring this out …" Lin Sheng reached out and took the remaining three silver test tubes off the racks. He held them in his hand and observed them.
Each test tube was as thick as a finger and no longer than a palm. They were thin and fragile.
The silver liquid inside was tumbling and dancing all the time, like a burning flame. They also looked like countless silver bugs that were moving restlessly.
There was an exquisite white porcelain stopper at the top of the test tube. To prevent the liquid from spilling out, the stopper was made very meticulously. The edges were engraved with intricate gold patterns and unknown mysterious runes.
Lin Sheng thought for a moment. Following the method in Fatso's memories, he decisively pulled out the stopper of one of the test tubes. He aimed it at the back of his left hand and gently poured it.
"Hiss …"
The sticky silver liquid slowly flowed out of the test tube and slid onto the skin on the back of Lin Sheng's hand.
The moment it touched his skin, all the silver liquid quickly faded and melted into his skin, disappearing without a trace.
At the same time, Lin Sheng felt as if a small mouth had grown on the back of his hand.
A faint feeling of hunger spread from his left hand.
It was a strange feeling. His hand could feel hunger too?
He looked at the empty test tube, stuffed the cork back in, and inserted it back into the shelf.
"Now, let's see if I can find any bloodline I can absorb …"
He glanced around and soon saw a narrow, dark tunnel at the end of the swimming pool.
On both sides of the tunnel were prison cells with even thicker doors.
"That should be the high-risk creature holding the Crag Dragon's blood that the fatso got." Lin Sheng figured it out.
After absorbing Fatso and so many memory fragments, he had a rough understanding of the language used in this dream.
Holding the other two test tubes, he slowly walked to the narrow passageway and looked inside.
With the fluorescence of the swimming pool, he could see that the passage was filled with white prisons.
On the left side of the passageway was a prison cell. The skeleton of a winged white deer was lying in a corner. Other than the bones, only its skin was left.
The cell on the right was completely empty. There was nothing there.
Lin Sheng was looking forward to it.
If he could find a new bloodline here and extract it and fuse it with himself, he wondered if it would also be strengthened in the real world.
In any case, he would not die in his dream, so it did not matter if he gave it a try. Even if there was an extremely troublesome problem, he could kill himself immediately to eliminate any future troubles.
With this thought in mind, Lin Sheng continued to walk deeper into the tunnel.
Unfortunately, he did not see a single living creature until he reached the end of the tunnel. There were 16 prisons on the left and right.
He had clearly encountered powerful beings like the Heavy Armor Soldiers and the fire-breathing Fatso outside. But here, there was not a single living creature left.
The first requirement of the Circle of Reaping was that it could only be used when there was a living creature. If there was no living creature, then there was nothing.
When he reached the end of the tunnel, Lin Sheng raised his left hand and looked at it.
The Circle of Reaping on the back of his hand had already formed a complicated pattern that looked like a silver flower. It looked like an intricate tattoo.
"Forget it. Looks like there's nothing left to explore." He turned and walked back the way he came.
Soon, he was out of the tunnel. He walked around the swimming pool a few times, trying to find something else.
Unfortunately, this seemed to be a storage and cold storage area.
That huge 'swimming pool' would continuously release a pale green mist. This fog would float in the air for a while before slowly turning gray.
"It's obvious that this is the source of the gray fog outside."
Lin Sheng squatted beside the swimming pool and dipped an empty test tube into the green liquid inside.
"Hiss …"
The surface of the test tube was quickly covered in dense white hair. It was as if it was covered in frost. His entire body became bone-chilling cold.
"So it's just a preservation method?" He put the test tube back into the wooden rack.
Lin Sheng stood up and walked out through the gap in the door. He returned to the arched tunnel filled with gray fog.
"I should go to the entrance of the dungeon and dig through the wall to see what's outside."
Just as he lifted his foot and took a few steps forward, a fuzzy feeling suddenly surged from his heart.
"Tick tick tick tick tick …"
He heard the rhythmic ticking of the second hand beside his ear.
"Time to wake up …" Lin Sheng's vision turned black. His entire consciousness sank, and he quickly lost consciousness.
After the battle with Fatso, and then walking such a long distance and exploring for so long, Lin Sheng was surprised that he could last until now.
Waking up at this time was not too sudden.
He did not know how long had passed.
Perhaps an hour.
Perhaps two hours.
By the time Lin Sheng woke up, the sun had already made his mouth dry.
He lay on the bed. Some bright light shone in from the window and landed on his quilt, making the whole room hot and dry.
Half of Lin Sheng's face was directly illuminated by the sun. When he opened his eyes, there was a black mark on his left eye … It was a side effect of the strong light.
"I've finally killed that damned Fatso …"
He lifted the quilt and felt his body heating up. He was sweating a little. But his muscles and bones seemed to be overdrawn. He lay on the bed and did not want to get up.
"So … where did the ticking of the second hand come from?" Lin Sheng looked at the bedside table. There was no longer an alarm clock there.
Because of an accident, the plastic alarm clock was accidentally crushed when he woke up yesterday.
He had not bought a new alarm clock, so the ticking of the second hand did not exist in the room.
"Or is it because I've already formed an impression?"
Lin Sheng took a deep breath and slowly got up from the bed.
After he lifted the quilt completely, he felt a little cold again, so he pulled the quilt over and covered his legs.
Sitting on the bed, he recalled the dream he had during this period of time, and his brows furrowed slightly.
"Strange …"
"At first, I thought Blackfeather City and Snowgale Castle were all connected, and both involved the Holy Sanctum, Ancellia, and the faith of the Holy Light. So this time, I should have entered a connected dream. But what's not right is that the dream I entered this time has nothing to do with the previous ones. "
In the memories of fire-breathing Fatso and the other soul fragments, no one had heard of the Holy Sanctum or the Holy Light or Saint Power.
There was no Blackfeather City, and no Snowgale Castle. There was no trace of the other two dreams.
All there was was the power of decay, court mages, and the Circle of Reaping.
In Fatso's memory, there were no other intelligent creatures in the world except humans.
Blackfeather City was different. In the dreams of Blackfeather City and Snowgale Castle, there were rumors and records of barbarians, giants, ancient evil spirits, and so on.
"Could it be that the third dream is an independent and unrelated place?" Lin Sheng pondered.
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