He brought Peach back to the mansion, and after teaching her some basic knowledge of the supernatural world, he found a set of stealth techniques that was more suitable for women to learn from his memory, and guided her bit by bit as he got her to practice it.
Every day, Peach would come to Lin Sheng's place to learn martial arts, and in her spare time, under Lin Sheng's guidance, she would close her eyes and pray to the holy light. Cultivate faith, temper the will. Prepare for the investigation of her parents' disappearance.
Aside from these trivial matters, Lin Sheng finally found a breakthrough to get his hands on a powerful dark-energy weapon.
In the mysterious realm of Baine University, because there was an entrance to the Ashen World, there was a large stockpile of heavy weapons.
But these heavy weapons were all hoarded inside the mysterious realm, and were guarded by a professor and two mentors.
This professor was the key to Lin Sheng's approach to the dark-energy weapon.
The professor was Cavendian, in his eighties, and was considered middle-aged among the Transcendents. His strength was stable at the level of Six Winger, and aside from drinking, he did not even smoke.
He did not gamble, and he did not like women. Aside from maintaining his weapon every day, he cultivated to improve his dark powers. It was like an airtight egg, without any loopholes.
Lin Sheng got this information from the logistics professor, Madillan Bingbell, whom he had subdued.
After Madillan got the training method of Saint Power, his health improved day by day. As his dark powers were stimulated by Saint Power and grew stronger, the hidden injuries in his body were gradually healed.
This made him more and more grateful to the Holy Sanctum, and his persistence and pursuit of Saint Power had reached a peak.
Especially the Holy Sanctum, as if it was created to suppress the Blacktide, Saint Power had a strong suppressive effect on the mist emitted by the Blacktide.
This was something Madillan had personally tested.
Under such circumstances, it was a piece of cake for Lin Sheng to ask him to do something as trivial as gathering information.
After getting the information on Cavendian, the manager of the armory, Lin Sheng thought about it for a long time. Finally, he found a breakthrough.
Cavendian himself was flawless, but he had a biological son named Basbo, who was just an ordinary person.
Basbo was now a higher-up in a record company and had a successful career. But not long ago, because he was involved in a major corruption and bribery case, he was dragged into it. He was suspected of secretly hiring Extraordinaires and forcing innocent girls to sleep with important people.
Now that Basbo was being investigated, Cavendian was constantly using his connections to try and suppress his son's case.
"It's good that there is a breakthrough."
Lin Sheng stood downstairs of the Chow Chow Records building with a strange smile on his face.
He was currently using the body of a red-armored warrior, not his original body.
According to the investigation, Lin Sheng raised his head to look at the nineteenth floor of the building. That was where Basbo's office was.
This was the result of the red-armored warriors he had sent over the past few days.
"Actually, this fellow doesn't have too many flaws. However, if there are no flaws, then we'll just create one. "
Lin Sheng did not enter the building. Instead, he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
Pa.
At the exit of the underground parking lot on the right side of the building, following the snap of fingers, a white-collar worker in a suit and leather shoes slowly walked out.
This white-collar worker's face was pale and his head was lowered. No one around him could see him. It was as if he did not exist.
The security guard guarding the underground parking lot was smoking and chatting with another security guard. The white-collar worker walked past them less than two meters away.
But the two of them seemed to be blind and could not see anything.
Lin Sheng walked to a café across the street and found a seat by the window. He ordered a cup of steaming black coffee and pretended to read the free magazine in the shop.
In reality, his gaze was focused on the white-collar worker without moving.
The white-collar worker walked out of the parking lot step by step and walked towards the entrance of the Chow Chow Records building.
He walked step by step. His steps were shaky at first, but they became steadier and heavier as he walked.
Slowly, the white-collar worker's upper body began to swell up rapidly, growing tumors the size of a fist.
In less than ten seconds, his entire upper body had swelled up. He looked abnormally deformed.
Puff … puff … puff …
As he got closer to the building.
The white-collar worker became more and more deformed and swollen. The tumors on his body gradually expanded to the size of a human head.
His entire upper body, from a distance, looked like more than a dozen heads squeezed on a body, fighting for a body.
Roar!!
He roared to the sky and strode into the entrance of the building. No one around could see him, and no one could hear his roar.
Lin Sheng's face was calm, still casually glancing at the magazine.
"This is the first synthetic shadow monster I've officially transformed. According to my speculation, it should have the natural invisibility of the shadows and the iron bones of the two-wing class."
After mastering the technique of transforming shadows in the research institute, he now had a complete set of equipment.
It was not difficult for Lin Sheng to reproduce the technique of transforming shadows. And after absorbing a large amount of technical knowledge and memory, he began to improve and study the special constitution of the shadow race.
To put it simply, the shadow was actually a body transformed from a remnant soul.
Because they were too weak and broken, and did not have a physical carrier, ordinary people could not recognize them at all.
But the shadows also had their own special characteristics. When they attacked, they could bite the soul power of living people.
Therefore, although the physical attack of the shadow was weak, only about the strength of an ordinary adult, its attack type was very strong. It also had the ability to teleport short distances.
That was what Lin Sheng valued.
He sat in the cafe and took a sip of his coffee. His eyes occasionally glanced at the direction of the building on the side.
In the seat in front of him, a beautiful woman with long brown hair, wearing a bright yellow sweater and a white short skirt, was chatting with her OL friend about the latest seasonal dresses in a store.
But when Lin Sheng picked up his coffee cup and was about to take a sip, he suddenly saw a brown-haired little boy, half the height of a person, appear behind the long-haired beauty.
The boy was wearing a gray shirt and white sweatpants, his body dirty and muddy.
His face was pale, and with a strange smile, he slowly raised his hands to the long-haired beauty and hugged her.
The waiters came and went, the long-haired beauty's best friend, and the other customers, no one saw the little boy.
"Not a shadow." Lin Sheng slightly raised his eyebrows, watching the little boy. He wanted to see what he was up to.
Peach's noodle shop was in trouble, and now a random cafe was in trouble.
The world seemed to be getting more and more chaotic.
And most importantly, after the noodle shop incident, he had investigated all the shops on the street, and no one remembered that there used to be a noodle shop there.
Everyone continued to live their lives and work their jobs.
Lin Sheng did not move. He just watched the little boy gently hug the long-haired beauty from behind, and then his whole body slowly melted into the beauty's back.
Clang.
As the long-haired beauty spoke, she suddenly put down the coffee cup. The coffee cup and the glass table collided, making a crisp sound.
She lowered her head, and for some reason, slowly began to cry in a low voice.
Seeing this, the best friend seemed to think of something and kept comforting her.
The long-haired beauty cried harder and harder, and the more she cried, the sadder she became.
Suddenly, she grabbed the steel fork that had eaten a few pieces of meat and stabbed it into her own eye.
Pfft!!
The steel fork violently pierced the eyeball, most of it disappearing into the depths of the eye socket.
Blood and fluid sputtered out, spilling into the coffee cup on the table.
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