* Click. *
An hour later …
Lin Sheng's fourth attempt at making the Blood Indigo Harp finally succeeded.
"I've failed so many times with just a simple modification on the basis of a finished harp …" Lin Sheng had given up on his craftsmanship.
"But at least I've succeeded."
He heaved a sigh of relief, picked up the harp in his hand, and began stringing it up one by one.
The Blood Indigo Harp was not much different from the Saar Harp. It was still gold, but the overall color was a little darker, a dark gold.
After stringing it up one by one, Lin Sheng did not try it out. It was too noisy to play at home.
He was also a little too tired.
In the past two days, he had to master the half-dragon state, and to make the Blood Indigo Harp. He put all his focus on these two things.
"Alright, time to study. I'll spend half of the day meditating, and the rest on studying."
Putting away the harp, Lin Sheng quickly tidied up the mess on the floor.
After washing up in the washroom, he took an apple back to his room to nibble on it.
He quickly finished the apple and drank some water. He then changed his clothes and lay on the bed.
With a click, the table lamp was switched off.
Lin Sheng closed his eyes, and slowly calmed down.
* Tick tock tock tock tock … *
The faint ticking of the clock became clearer, and it kept getting louder and louder by Lin Sheng's ears.
His consciousness felt like it had fallen into the deep sea, sinking and sinking.
After some time.
Lin Sheng opened his eyes, and gray fog filled his vision. It was the Elven Dungeon that he had been in for a few days.
The temperature in the dungeon was very low, and the candlelight flickered, giving off a dark and mysterious feeling.
Lin Sheng had already familiarized himself with the atmosphere here, and quickly walked into the dungeon on the right.
This cell was the one with the best conditions in the vicinity.
It was equipped with a table, chair, toilet, bookshelf, wardrobe, and even a mirror and cup.
Lin Sheng had no use for most of it. He pulled out a chair and sat down.
He was about to start meditating on the Ashen Seal like before.
Suddenly, he glanced at the wall on one side of the cell and seemed to have thought of something.
"The cells here … are built underground. How did I get here?" Lin Sheng recalled how he had entered the Elven Dungeon.
"A crack … a crack in the wall …"
He stood up, grabbed a heavy sword from the side of the wall, and walked to the front of the prison cell.
The walls had not been repaired for a long time and were covered in tiny cracks.
Lin Sheng chose a relatively large one, inserted the tip of his sword into it, and began to poke left and right with all his might.
Small pieces of stone fell from the crack and rolled to the ground.
As time passed, judging from the touch, Lin Sheng felt that his guess was correct.
"It's empty! The one next door is empty! "
He was excited.
The sword was already halfway into the crack, and when it was halfway through, the heavy sword suddenly felt light, and there was no longer any resistance in front of it.
Lin Sheng pulled back forcefully.
Pu.
The sword was suddenly pulled out.
A faint purple light shone through the gap.
"It's purple when I came in!"
Lin Sheng was overjoyed, and immediately recognized the purple liquid that he had entered before entering the dungeon.
He knew that he had found the entrance to the gap, and decisively used the sword to stab it again, and stabbed with all his might.
Chak chak chak …
Amidst the piercing sound of friction, as time passed, an irregular hole about half a meter tall and half a meter wide appeared in the prison cell wall.
Faint purple light shone through the hole, and the light was like countless amounts of purple liquid, flowing and rippling occasionally.
"Will there be any trouble if I leave before the time of the dream runs out?" Lin Sheng stood in front of the cave, a little hesitant.
But he had had enough of this dungeon, and staying here was a waste of time.
He could not beat the arm face in the pool, and even if he had obtained the Crag Dragon bloodline and could enter the half-dragon state, he did not want to provoke that thing.
According to Lin Sheng's own thinking, unless he had some divine weapon that could easily cut through those insanely hard arms, he would never go looking for that monster again.
The difference in level was too great.
"The biggest secret of this dungeon must be all in the arm face, but … I'm still too weak. Just like Blackfeather City, I can't explore the deepest part. "
Lin Sheng sighed, and stopped thinking about it, and quickly changed into a complete set of heavy armor, a sword, a helmet, and metal boots.
Then, he slowly entered the purple hole in the wall.
* Gulp. *
It was as if he had entered the faint purple bottom of the sea.
Lin Sheng stretched his arms and legs, and swam forward in the purple liquid.
His body slowly expanded, and his skin darkened, turning as hard as rock, and his strength, endurance, and resistance all increased.
At the same time, a burning sensation rose from his throat, and his eyes heated up, turning into pale golden dragon eyes.
* Whoosh. *
Lin Sheng slashed with all his might.
His arms brought up a huge current, and propelled him forward.
Even though he was wearing heavy armor, Lin Sheng seemed to have no mass, and floated forward in the purple liquid.
"The half-dragon state has the effect of increasing lung capacity?" Lin Sheng did not know how much his lung capacity had increased, but he felt that it would be fine even if he did not breathe for a while.
He swam forward quickly, and there was purple liquid all around him.
Soon, five minutes later …
Lin Sheng felt that he could not hold his breath.
The half-dragon state did increase his lung capacity, but it could not withstand holding his breath for a long time, and it consumed a lot of energy.
His surroundings were still purple, and he could not see anything.
Lin Sheng felt that it was getting harder to breathe, and his vision began to blur.
"It's over …"
Finally, he could not help but open his mouth to breathe heavily.
A mouthful of purple liquid rushed into his lungs.
Lin Sheng felt a sharp pain in his chest, and his vision blacked out.
His vision fell into complete darkness.
He did not know how much time had passed.
He slowly opened his eyes, and saw the familiar ceiling of his house.
"I'm dead …" Lin Sheng reached out to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
He sat up, and looked at the alarm clock on the bedside table: 4: 32.
The sky outside was dark, and it was not bright yet.
Lin Sheng felt a little helpless. Although he would not really die in the dream, he would have to wait for three days to die once, and he would waste a lot of time training the Ashen Seal in between.
"What a pity …"
He got out of bed, and changed into clothes for going out. He planned to go to the Iron Fist Society.
They were open 24 hours, and there were people on duty at night. Since he had nothing to do, he planned to try out the effects of the Bloodazure Harp.
He put on his clothes and brought the case. This time, it was not a fake sword case, but a real one.
But this time, the case was much wider, and he could only carry it on his back like a backpack.
The rest of the family was not up yet.
Lin Sheng carried the case and quietly left the house.
The neighborhood was quiet in the middle of the night.
Woof, woof.
An old dog with a lame leg was barking in a dark corner.
Seeing Lin Sheng walk out of the stairwell, the old dog seemed to be frightened, and turned to run.
Lin Sheng had gradually adapted to this situation in the past two days. Anyway, wherever he went, even if he was not in half-dragon form, he still had a faint draconic aura.
All the sensitive animals and insects would unconsciously run away from him.
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