Coming out of the club.
Lin Sheng strolled on the street at night.
Through the phone, he had confirmed that his cousin Wang Yue had indeed returned home, not to his home, but to her own home.
This matter could be considered to have been completely resolved.
But in his heart, because of this matter, he had a vague and clear contradictory understanding of connections, influence, and collective power.
The crisp sound of footsteps echoed in the empty street.
It was also like beating a drum, beating his heart again and again.
"It's just the power of a group of kids with a little background … It can actually reach such a level when they gather together …"
Lin Sheng's eyes were calm, and his eyes swept over the passers-by walking in front of him.
There were only a few pedestrians on the street, and the surrounding shops had begun to pull down their shutter doors.
Cars, some slow, some fast, roared past him.
Pa.
Lin Sheng suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"Unfortunately … such power is too unstable …"
He looked down at his hands, which could easily kill most of the club members, but could not solve the problem of Wang Yue perfectly.
Lin Sheng could feel that deep in his heart, a desire for this power was slowly emerging.
"This is the power of a group, and it is also a perfect and invulnerable power … Upright, without the slightest trick. Really … "
"It's really … fascinating …"
Lin Sheng withdrew his hands, and suppressed the surging in his heart.
"Unfortunately, such power is too unstable. Sand can be gathered into a tower, and water can be gathered into a sea, but the sand may be blown away by the wind. The water can be diverted by the gully. "
He continued to walk in the direction of his home.
But he was still thinking in his heart.
"I am not irreplaceable in the club. This group power does not belong to me. Maybe this time, it will help me once because of a favor, but what about the next time, and the next time? "
This strong and clear instability made Lin Sheng start to think about how to solve this point.
When he returned home, it was already 9: 30 in the evening.
Lin Zhounian was standing in the living room, answering the phone. Gu Wanqiu was holding a newspaper in her hand, looking worried.
Seeing that Lin Sheng was back, they didn't seem to be surprised.
During this period of time, Lin Sheng would often return home at this time to practice his swordsmanship, so they were used to it. She thought he was going to make up for it.
"Chenchen, your Big Sister Yueyue's matter has suddenly been resolved. She's going home early now," Lin Zhounian said to Lin Sheng after putting down the phone.
"Yup, it's settled? That's good. "Lin Sheng nodded, acting as if he had just learned the truth.
"I don't know how it happened. I asked Wang Yue, and she said she didn't know either. Maybe the boss of some company found his conscience? "Lin Zhounian wondered.
"Maybe that's the case. In the past, I heard that there was a big boss who completely changed his mind because he suddenly encountered something. Then, he began to abandon evil for good. "
Gu Wanqiu pretended to be serious.
Lin Sheng didn't want to talk about this. After dealing with the guests in the living room for a while, he returned to his room.
He turned the lamp button, took out the notebook from the drawer, and placed it in front of him. Then, he sat down quietly.
He flipped open the notebook and picked up the pen. He first wrote a word on the paper: stable …
"Let me think, among all the powerful monarchs that I've translated from so many ancient texts, which one of them could have stable collective power?"
He thought hard about it.
Unfortunately, no matter which monarch he cited, they all faced the same problem.
The human heart was ever-changing, and it would also constantly change according to opportunities, circumstances, and other conditions.
Even a minister who was once extremely loyal to the monarch might betray him over time.
Then there was faith.
The power of faith was extremely powerful, and its cohesion was equally amazing.
But like the monarch, it also faced a situation where stability could not be ensured.
"Moreover, choosing to manage the collective power will inevitably divert the training and strengthening of oneself. It will delay one's own strength. "
Lin Sheng closed the notebook.
"Sure enough, only one's own strength is absolutely loyal to oneself. But the individual is not comprehensive, and must be supplemented with the strength of the group. Only then is there no blind spot and invulnerable. "
"And the strength of the group is unstable. It can be lost, betrayed, or left at any time. But it is more complete than the individual, and has fewer weaknesses. "
Lin Sheng got up, washed up, and changed into his pajamas. He lay on the bed, his eyes calmly looking at the chandelier on the ceiling.
"But a person's time and energy are limited … I can only choose one … otherwise, wasting time and energy will only lead to mediocrity, and nothing."
Lin Sheng kept thinking.
The large number of texts he had read in his past life had given him a sea of reference materials. Case after case, history after history, he kept overturning and improving his previous thoughts.
As time passed, his eyes gradually became brighter.
A perfect idea slowly appeared in his mind.
He seemed to have found a feasible way …
With the confirmation of this way, Lin Sheng's mind was like a raging sea, and with this path as the core, a large number of practical methods gushed out.
He kept thinking and checking, his brain in a highly active state.
Until late at night, he did not even know when he fell asleep.
…
…
He slowly opened his eyes.
Lin Sheng found himself standing in front of the iron fence of the Warren Sanctum.
It was dead silent.
The dim streetlights clearly illuminated the empty streets of Blackfeather City.
As far as the eye could see, the entire street was empty. The endless street stretched to the end of his vision.
"Finally in again …" Lin Sheng looked down at himself, and the black sword was gone.
Only the white pajamas he wore when he came in were left.
"Did I lose my weapon after dying this time?"
He looked up at the opposite side.
The knight's mansion looked mysterious and deserted in the night.
Through the iron gate, he could see that the stone tablet was still standing in front of the huge fountain.
Lin Sheng took a deep breath.
From the knight's mansion, he had obtained the ritual sacrifice, and the special ability called Sacred Blood Ignition.
While the ability had side effects, but compared to the growth, it was definitely worth it.
"I need to investigate that knight's mansion, maybe I can find other good stuff."
Lin Sheng's heart burned at the thought of the ritual sacrifice.
From Annie's memory fragments, he had obtained the taboos and precautions for the ritual, as well as information about the owner of the mansion, Sir Kaarman.
Sir Kaarman was one of the top potioneering masters in Blackfeather City, and also dabbled in occultism.
But unlike others, Kaarman had already run into trouble before the incident in Blackfeather City.
In Annie's memory, the old knight knew that he did not have much time left, and began to search for a special method to prolong his life.
And the ritual sacrifice was one of the by-products of his research.
And in Annie's memory, Sir Kaarman was in the basement of the mansion, conducting some kind of ritual experiment that no one knew about.
Other than that, Annie's position was not high, and Lin Sheng did not have many memory fragments. So there was not much information, and he did not know what kind of ritual Kaarman was conducting in the basement.
But no matter what, Lin Sheng decided to go all out.
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