Lin Sheng got on his bicycle and went straight to the abandoned factory on the outskirts.
It took half an hour to ride from home to the abandoned factory.
This made Lin Sheng want to find a closer place as a base.
At the same time, this abandoned factory also had the disadvantage of not being well hidden.
"I'll make arrangements later. Let's settle the matter at hand first."
He parked the bicycle and pushed it into the bushes.
Lin Sheng quickly walked into the factory.
In the spacious factory, there were three young men sitting around a bonfire. No one knew what they were doing.
Hearing footsteps, the three looked up at the door.
Seeing the well-built Lin Sheng walk in, one of the bald men with earrings stood up, pulled his leather jacket, and looked at Lin Sheng.
He did not speak, but his eyes were filled with unfriendliness and warning. Obviously, he wanted to scare Lin Sheng away with his eyes.
"This place is mine. Don't come here again." Lin Sheng stopped near the bonfire. He said calmly.
"Who the f * ck are you? F * ck! "The bald man opened his mouth and cursed. He rushed toward Lin Sheng angrily and reached out to grab his collar.
Then.
Then, he was lifted up. His two short legs kept kicking in the air.
"F * ck! You f * cking … Pfft! Ouch! "
The bald man screamed and was thrown to the side. He held his stomach and curled up on the ground.
The other two had just stood up, pulled out their fruit knives, and were ready to rush over.
Seeing this, the two were silent.
But what surprised Lin Sheng was that the remaining man and woman did not run away immediately.
They were obviously afraid. The woman's legs were trembling.
But they still stood in the same place, and their eyes kept moving between the bald man and Lin Sheng on the ground.
There was a moment of silence.
"I'm sorry, we took up your space. We'll leave now, right now!" The remaining short-haired man put away his fruit knife and smiled apologetically.
He pulled the woman, and the two hurried to the ground to help the bald man up. Seeing that Lin Sheng did not make a move, they breathed a sigh of relief and quickly walked out.
"Wait," Lin Sheng suddenly said.
"Do you guys want to earn some extra money?" He looked at the three men's tattered leather clothes, and an indescribable look flashed in his eyes.
The three of them stopped in their tracks and turned around to look at him. There was a strange look in their eyes.
Ten minutes later.
Lin Sheng packed his things and stopped the summoning ritual in the warehouse.
Since this place had been discovered, it meant that it was even more unsafe. He had made new arrangements.
Leaving the abandoned factory, he hung everything on the back of the bicycle, lifted the bicycle, and walked along the mountain road into the depths of the barren mountain.
They walked along the pitch-black mountain road for more than ten minutes.
Soon, an abandoned gray temple appeared in front of him.
The temple was made of bricks and tiles, and the wooden door at the entrance had not been repaired for many years. It hung askew from the top, as if it could fall off at any time.
The main body was a small square courtyard. Most of the courtyard walls had collapsed, and there were gaps everywhere that people could enter.
The roof of the temple itself was almost gone. The walls were a little black and emitted a faint burnt smell.
The courtyard was overgrown with weeds and vines. There were also a few large trees with their roots sticking out, entangling a small part of the temple.
The thick roots even grew into the temple's main door, squeezing the door that was taller than a person into a hole half the height of a person.
"This is it." Lin Sheng carried the bicycle and walked into the courtyard of the temple.
He put the bicycle down and lightly snapped his fingers.
A crow flew down from the sky and circled above the temple, scouting at any time.
Lin Sheng carried the backpack filled with ritual materials and quickly walked into the temple.
There were a total of five rooms in the temple.
The main hall was filled with roots, vines, and weeds, and was completely unusable.
The side hall, kitchen, and living quarters were all in ruins. The ground was covered with fallen tiles and tiles. It was difficult to even find a place to stand.
There was only one guest room, so there was still some space. The roof was not completely leaky.
Other than the moss that grew everywhere in the room, and some mushrooms that grew messily on the ground, there was no other problem.
After confirming the location, Lin Sheng quickly put down the backpack and used his foot to tear off a piece of dark green vine that was in the way.
The vines were covered with tiny poisonous thorns, but they were useless against his skin at the moment.
When Lin Sheng touched these poisonous thorns, it felt like he was touching soft bird feathers.
He cleared away the vines and weeds and cleared out an empty space.
Lin Sheng took out the painted ritual plastic paper from his backpack. This was the one he used last time. It was not broken, and he continued to use it after wiping it.
"Fortunately, I used high-purity ink that can prevent scrubbing." Lin Sheng took out a flashlight and carefully examined the ritual on the plastic paper.
The lines were complete, and the symbols were clear. It was as if it had never been used before.
After laying out the plastic paper, he began to mix the materials. He took out the gold nuggets and set up the pan.
Then, he picked up some dry branches and used stones to build a simple stove.
Soon, Lin Sheng lit a small bonfire.
The small fire emitted thick smoke, and it was a little suffocating. Lin Sheng placed the pan on it, took out a plastic water bottle, and poured the cold water he made.
Finally, he lit the butter lamp.
The faint aroma of beef wafted in the air.
In this small guest room that was less than ten square meters, there was a bonfire, a butter lamp, and a flashlight. Under the illumination of these three light sources, the entire room was much brighter.
Lin Sheng checked the diagram on the plastic paper one last time. After making sure there were no mistakes, he stood up and began to mix the ingredients bit by bit.
At the same time, he added white spiders into the water in the pan.
After doing all this, he straightened his body and slowly began to chant the activation incantation.
"Mu, ba, en, di, yu, yi …" Strange syllables came out of Lin Sheng's mouth.
Slowly, the butter lamp began to emit white smoke.
The smoke quickly drilled into the surface of the pan, creating ripples.
"Hiss …"
Soon, an eye-catching cloud of steam rose from the pan and surrounded Lin Sheng.
He skillfully closed his eyes, and his vision fell into darkness.
In the darkness, balls of light lit up one after another.
Blue, grey, and red light. Three types of light floated clearly in Lin Sheng's vision.
"The blue light is the bird soul in the Gray Angel's body. The grey light is the Heavy Armor Soldier in the Elven Dungeon. The red light is the Blackfeather Swordsmen. "
Lin Sheng paused, and slightly frowned.
He could feel that his soul was free enough, but he lacked a powerful summoned creature.
"After I fused the bloodline, I can't summon the Fire-spitting Fatso anymore. Looks like I have to enter the dream as soon as possible to find a new summoned creature. "
He now had some understanding of the ritual.
The number of soldiers he could summon seemed to depend on the number of monsters he killed.
Just like Sacred Shield Tyrant, he only killed one, so he could only summon one Sacred Shield Tyrant.
It was the same for the Fire-spitting Fatso. But the Heavy Armor Soldier and the Blackfeather Swordsmen were different. He had killed quite a number of them, so he could summon them again.
"The Heavy Armor Soldier is suitable for direct confrontation. In terms of strength, it's below Level 3, around Level 2. Slightly stronger than the Blackfeather Swordsmen in terms of strength, but much stronger in defense. It's just that they're a bit slower, and they occupy less space in my soul than the Blackfeather Swordsmen. "
Lin Sheng calculated in his mind.
"They both have the ability to turn into a dream. The Blackfeather Swordsmen are the assassin type, and the Heavy Armor Soldier is the direct offensive type … The Heavy Armor Soldier came from the Elven Dungeon, so I'll just call them the Dungeon Soldier."
He quickly made his decision.
His gaze was focused on the grey light ball.
He chose the Dungeon Soldier. This soldier type was no different from a normal person without their armor, and was better at hiding than the Blackfeather Swordsmen.
In an instant, the grey light completely engulfed Lin Sheng.
In the blink of an eye, his vision became clear again.
He was floating above a huge medieval-style temple.
In front of the grey temple, stood a tall general wearing a black cloak and a white helmet.
The general was bare-chested, his muscles were like cast iron, strong and powerful.
Below the temple was a dense crowd of heavily armored soldiers with swords and shields.
"I will return your souls to my body, and become one with me." The general pulled out the huge double-edged sword on his back and raised it high.
"Protection of the Sun!" He roared.
Whoosh!!
"Protection of the Sun!!"
All the soldiers below raised their swords high and roared.
The shouts were earth-shattering.
Lin Sheng's vision went black, and he quickly exited the memory space.
In his field of vision, there was a Dungeon Soldier in heavy silver armor floating quietly.
A Gourenne number appeared below the soldier: 4.
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