After being chased by the rotten swordsman for two hundred meters, Lin Sheng was both surprised by his stamina and shocked by his opponent's ferocity.
At the same time, he paid more attention to the combat instinct of a mercenary.
"I'm lucky to have acquired this special instinct that can only be developed in life-and-death situations. This trip has really helped me discover the power of this ability."
Lin Sheng stood there and rested for a while. He felt that his stamina recovered faster in the dream than in reality.
He was exhausted before, but he recovered in less than ten minutes.
He stabbed the black sword into the ground, squatted down, and dug up a handful of black soil.
The black soil was cold and hard, mixed with many black threads that looked like grass roots. There were also small black pebbles scattered on the ground.
Lin Sheng gently squeezed the soil. The soil was loose, and he sniffed it.
The stench of rotten meat wafted toward him.
He casually brushed off the black soil, stood up, clapped his hands, and drew his sword.
"Let's see if I can figure out who this guy is according to the memories of the soldiers guarding the city."
A few names flashed through his mind. He fell silent.
"I'll give it a try. Since he stopped here and didn't chase after me, it's most likely that he's one of them."
Holding the black sword, Lin Sheng slowly took a step forward.
He just passed the pole with the black eagle pennant.
"Puff … puff … puff …"
Suddenly, there was the sound of hurried footsteps in the fog ahead.
Lin Sheng's pupils constricted. He pointed the tip of the black sword forward and diagonally to the ground. His whole body tensed up, ready to strike at any time.
This stance was called the Central Iron Gate. It seemed to be an offensive stance, but in fact, it was the most commonly used defensive stance.
Soon, in less than three breaths …
A black figure hurriedly rushed out of the fog. The black sword in his hand was pointed diagonally to the right, and his pace was like a mad bull.
Lin Sheng had no time to think of a countermeasure. From the moment he saw the figure to the moment the sword slashed at him, only one breath had passed.
He quickly raised his sword and swung it with all his strength.
"Clang!"
The two swords collided in an instant.
Under the moonlight, the rotten swordsman's black sword was deflected by Lin Sheng's move.
However, he did not panic at all. With a spin, his body spun 360 degrees, and the black sword attacked again.
Lin Sheng felt weak all over and quickly took a step back.
Whoosh! The rotten swordsman's black sword brushed past him. From top to bottom, it fell heavily into the black soil on the ground.
The sharp black blade followed the inertia and instantly sank a third of the way into the ground.
"Now!" Lin Sheng's eyes lit up. He leaped forward, mustering all his strength, and thrust the black sword forward.
The rotten swordsman tried to pull out his weapon, but the blade had sunk too deep. He could not pull it out so quickly.
Now that he had lost the initiative, he couldn't react in time and was pierced through by Lin Sheng on the spot.
Puchi!
The slender black sword's blade pierced straight through his heart, causing black blood to spurt out all the way to the sword's guard.
More than half of the sword pierced through the rotten swordsman's back, and black blood dripped from the blade.
"I've made a killing!" Lin Sheng felt relieved and happy that his plan had succeeded with the soft black soil had worked. Luckily, a monster like the rotten swordsman was brainless. A normal person would not have fallen for his trick.
Unfortunately, before he could rejoice for long, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen.
Lin Sheng staggered and let go of the sword hilt. He took two steps back and looked down at his abdomen.
He had no idea when a short dagger had appeared there. It was a dagger with a curved hilt that looked like a black snake.
The dagger had pierced deep into his abdomen. Along with the pain came a faint numbness.
With the memories of many soldiers, Lin Sheng immediately recognized that it was the feeling of some kind of poison spreading.
"Damn … I was too careless …"
Enduring the pain, he grasped the dagger and pulled it out, just like in the TV series.
Puchi!
Blood sprayed all over his hand and splattered all over the ground. It was so wet that it could be seen clearly.
"Damn … I'm spewing more blood! I'm going to die! "
Lin Sheng felt as if there was a hole in his abdomen, and air was leaking out continuously.
"It's not a feeling, it's a hole …!"
He covered his abdomen with his hand and fell to the ground.
A meter in front of him, the rotten swordsman's body was lying on the ground, motionless. Apparently, he was dead.
Wisps of black smoke were slowly rising from the rotten swordsman's body, then condensed into a line and flew silently toward him.
With a whoosh, the black line accurately pierced into Lin Sheng's heart.
"Fortunately … I didn't lose anything …" Lin Sheng immediately felt a familiar headache.
A large number of memories crazily drilled into his brain. The pain in his head superimposed on the pain in his abdomen, making him want to cry.
"Forget it, I'm definitely not going to survive this time …"
Without any hesitation, he pulled out the dagger and stabbed himself in the throat.
A suffocating pain quickly spread throughout his body.
Lin Sheng could only feel his vision turning black and quickly dimming. Then, his vision blurred and he completely lost consciousness.
…
…
When he suddenly opened his eyes, Lin Sheng's vision was pitch black, and he had difficulty breathing. The quilt covered his whole body.
"Whoa!"
He lifted the quilt and took a deep breath.
In the middle of the night, he had difficulty breathing under the quilt. It was not cold outside, but there was no sweat on his body. Instead, it was frighteningly cold.
"I used to think that the way mercenaries treated wounds was too old-fashioned, and that they should use more advanced modern medical techniques … I didn't expect … Damn it, I'm not watching TV anymore!"
When Lin Sheng thought of the tragic scene when he pulled out the dagger, he was furious.
No matter how he treated it, he would definitely die with that kind of injury. But at least he could hold on for a while.
Panting, he sat on the bed and rested for a while.
Lin Sheng picked up the alarm clock from the bedside table and looked at it.
It was 4: 16.
"It's still early, I can still sleep for a while."
But to his surprise, the swordsman did not seem to be as dispirited as before.
"Huh? It doesn't seem to be affected? "Lin Sheng was puzzled and carefully felt the state.
He quickly got out of bed and turned on the lamp.
"The best way to test my mental state is to do questions!"
Without saying anything else, he took out a math exercise book, opened it, and randomly found a calculation problem.
In a few seconds, the calculation problem was solved at a speed close to his usual speed.
"No change. It seems that I'm really not affected. "
Lin Sheng did not believe it and quickly solved a few more problems.
The result was the same as before. Whether it was the time used or the process of solving the problem, it was extremely smooth without any delay.
"Wait, I haven't died for a long time …?"
Lin Sheng suddenly thought of something.
"Could it be that I can slowly get used to death?"
He felt that there should be a pattern.
"Or, it has something to do with the black lines I absorbed?"
Making a mental note, Lin Sheng turned off the light and lay back on the bed.
Since it did not affect his mental state, it would be the best. Otherwise, with the college entrance examination around the corner, it would be troublesome if his mental state was affected.
Without worrying about being dispirited, Lin Sheng began to recall the memory he had just absorbed.
The guy who was completely different from the previous rotten swordsmen should be able to give him something different.
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