"This guy … When did he come in?!"
Lin Sheng's body stiffened. He leaned against the door and clenched the hilt of his sword with both hands. His body felt a little cold.
"No! This is the other one! "
He quickly recognized that this rotten swordsman was not the same as the one just now.
This guy's right arm, which was holding the sword, was bitten by something, and a large piece of flesh was missing. It was obvious.
"This is going to be troublesome …"
He did not want to die again.
He did not want to live the life of being muddle-headed and in a bad state for several days in a row.
"Hiss …"
The rotten swordsman was getting closer and closer.
Lin Sheng could even clearly see the dense pustules on the rotten swordsman's neck.
These pustules were like small blisters, densely packed and bulging.
Lin Sheng clenched the hilt of his sword, his muscles tensed, and stared at the rotten swordsman.
"Puff!"
All of a sudden, the rotten swordsman lunged forward. The sword in his right arm drew a black arc in the air and stabbed at Lin Sheng's chest.
"Ahhh!"
Lin Sheng roared in his heart. He raised his sword with both hands and thrust it forward.
The sword slashed down from above, trying to block the rotten swordsman's attack.
Unfortunately, the two swords missed each other and rushed to each other's targets.
"Hiss!"
Lin Sheng felt a pain in his chest. The sword in his hand suddenly lost strength, and the momentum caused it to hit the rotten swordsman's left shoulder.
"Bam!"
The sword only cut off a little bit of flesh.
Lin Sheng lowered his head in a daze and saw that his chest had been pierced in advance.
The black sword pierced deep into the left side of his chest, immediately destroying all his strength.
"I'm dead again …"
His vision turned black, and he lost consciousness.
After an unknown period of time, Lin Sheng slowly opened his eyes.
He was still lying on his bed.
The sky outside was gray, and it was almost dawn. The faint sound of a rooster crowing drifted over from afar.
"I'm dead again …"
Lin Sheng reached out and touched his chest, where his heart was. There was still a trace of pain there.
"It's like being stabbed …"
He slowly straightened up from the bed. Her underwear, which she had just changed into yesterday, was completely soaked.
After getting out of bed, he quickly found a set of clothes to change into, took the clothes to the bathroom, and quickly wiped the sweat off his body with hot water.
Then she changed into clean underwear.
"This can't go on. I have to think of a way." Lin Sheng sat in front of the desk, opened the drawer again, and took out the translation notes from before.
The notes were written neatly and neatly in Chinese. He reckoned that no one in this world could understand this kind of writing except for him.
This was also the best encryption method.
"I've looked up some information on the internet regarding swordsmanship. The contents of these few diagrams and the annotations seem to make sense. They aren't made up. But I've never learned any swordsmanship before. This information was definitely not fabricated by my own dreams. There must be some other reason! "
Lin Sheng was a hundred percent sure.
"That dream is filled with danger. An ordinary person like me, who has no ability to protect myself, would just be sending myself to my death. Even with all his might, he could barely hurt a crippled monster. "
He stared at the notes and diagrams in front of him.
"If I want to understand the secret of the dream, I have to go out and explore. I have to record the information in the book while exploring the environment. At the very least, I need to be able to protect myself when I go out! I can't even defeat a crippled monster … I have to think of a way. "
Lin Sheng was silent, and soon he had an idea.
"Since I have the swordsmanship information in front of me, I should try to look around to see if there are any relevant ways to learn. This way, I can have a chance to verify the authenticity of the information, and improve my ability to protect myself. After all, I still have a crossguard sword in my hand in the dream. "
Lin Sheng made up his mind and made a decision.
Before his parents got up, he quickly ate breakfast and headed to school.
After morning classes, Lin Sheng could not wait to leave school and wander around Huaisha.
In this era, the internet was not very developed. If he wanted to find a shop to learn something, he could only rely on his eyes.
Not to mention the rarer European style longsword.
Fortunately, Lin Sheng lived in Huaisha. Although it was a small city, because it was a port city, it had a lot of foreign trade. Many foreigners often came in and out of the city, which led to a series of related industries.
The first thing Lin Sheng did was to go to the foreign street near the sea in Huaisha.
It was an area where foreigners often lived and spent their money.
Soon, he found what he was looking for.
And he found more than one place. There were three in total.
Two clubs and one club.
The two clubs were immediately eliminated by Lin Sheng because of the extremely high membership fees.
There was only one club left.
"Although it's a bit old, it's definitely cheap."
Lin Sheng stood in the middle of a deserted side street, looking up at a shop on the second floor.
There was an inconspicuous wooden plaque hanging there, with rows of small words written on it: Tengchong Swordsmanship Club, Black Clay Street Street Office, Black Clay Street Carrier Pigeon Association.
The three rows of words were squeezed together. It was obvious that this was a sign shared by the three organizations.
Below the sign was a dirty and dilapidated staircase. The wooden steps inside creaked as people went in and out.
Beside the staircase, there were two hooligans squatting and smoking. They seemed to be chatting.
Lin Sheng looked down at his school uniform. He tightened his schoolbag and walked toward the staircase.
He walked up the wooden stairs step by step to the second floor.
Lin Sheng saw three arrows in different directions drawn with red chalk on the wall.
The arrow for Tengchong Swordsmanship Club turned right on the second floor.
He followed the arrow and turned into the corridor on the second floor.
After walking for a dozen meters, he stopped in front of an office with an open door.
There was a sign hanging on the office door: Tengchong Swordsmanship Club.
It was empty inside. Three rectangular black desks were put together to form a large table in one corner. Three people sat at the table, busy with something.
Knock, knock, knock.
Lin Sheng knocked on the door.
"Hello, is this Tengchong Swordsmanship Club?"
A girl nearest to the door turned her head and looked over.
"You are?"
"I want to learn orthodox Naxi swordsmanship. Do you have it here?" Lin Sheng replied.
"If you want to learn Naxi swordsmanship, you've come to the right place." The girl suddenly smiled. "We are the most professional non-profit Kindred Department in Huaisha."
"Kindred Department?"
"It's a club for people who are interested to get together," the girl explained.
"Come in and talk. There are very few people who are willing to learn Naxi swordsmanship. Nowadays, boxing, mixed martial arts and other more convenient fighting techniques are popular. Swordsmanship like Naxi swordsmanship that has been passed down from ancient times also needs to be equipped with a sword. It's quite troublesome and not practical. If you don't really like it, you may not be able to stick to it. "
The girl smiled and pulled a chair for Lin Sheng.
The two sat down. Lin Sheng looked around.
The whole office was not even painted. It was a simple cement wall.
The chair under his butt was also wobbly and a little loose.
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