The sound of keys opening the door began to come from the anti-theft door lock.
Lin Sheng looked around, and hurriedly moved the coffee table in the living room, blocking the door with a bang.
"Creak."
Suddenly, a strange sound came from the study.
Lin Sheng's heart sank, and he quickly rushed to the door with his sword in both hands.
The window of the study was half open.
Outside the window, there seemed to be something rumbling in the darkness, occasionally brushing against the glass of the window.
Lin Sheng rushed over and looked out the window.
Beneath the window, a tentacle that looked like a tree root as thick as an arm slid past the window at a rapid speed.
The tentacles of the tree roots were transparent, and some kind of strange silver mucus could be seen swaying inside.
"Bam!"
The door of the living room suddenly made a loud noise, and the door bulged inwards in a horrifying twist.
"Bam!"
There was a second impact.
Lin Sheng felt as if the entire house was shaking.
He gripped the black sword tightly, and was about to activate Sacred Blood to block it.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, a transparent root flew from the window behind him.
The root wrapped around his waist, and an irresistible force swept over him, binding him and sending him flying out of the window.
Just as he flew out of the window.
Lin Sheng instinctively slashed at the root, but the surrounding black fog surged over and drowned him in an instant.
"Squelch!"
The black sword seemed to cut through something.
Lin Sheng felt his body become empty, and he fell.
In the darkness, he could not see anything.
The sea of black fog surged towards him, trying to enter through his nose, ears, and mouth.
Suddenly, a layer of faint red light spread from Lin Sheng's body.
The red light barely blocked the surrounding black fog, but it looked extremely weak, as if it would collapse soon.
Lin Sheng tried to curl up his body, but he felt himself falling.
He could see the house above him, glowing with a gentle red light, flying away from him. Farther and farther away.
He immediately recognized that it was the house he used to live in.
He fell out from there.
The house slowly disappeared into the black fog, and could no longer be seen.
Time seemed to have lost all meaning at this moment.
Lin Sheng continued to fall. He gripped the black sword tightly in his hand. It was the only thing he could rely on.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, another transparent root shot over from afar. There was a silver liquid flowing inside the root, and it was rapidly retracting in a certain direction.
Caught off guard, Lin Sheng was once again entangled by the roots, wrapping his waist and sending him flying in a certain direction.
Whoosh …
The wind whistled in his ears.
Lin Sheng had never experienced such a wonderful feeling.
He was tightly bound by the tree roots, and his entire body was shuttling through the black mist at an unimaginable speed.
This time, he did not swing his sword to cut off the roots. His intuition told him that if he allowed himself to continue falling, something extremely bad might happen.
So this time, Lin Sheng calmed his mind and let the tree root bring him through the air.
Time ticked by.
Slowly, he sensed that the black fog around him was becoming brighter.
It changed from black to a hazy grayish white.
Chi!
Suddenly, a huge cloud that looked like cotton candy charged towards him at high speed.
The cloud seemed to be alive. It was wriggling slowly, and its entire body was grayish white.
Some parts of it were shrinking, and some parts were expanding.
By the time Lin Sheng reacted, he had already crashed into the huge grayish white cloud.
At this moment, the tree root that was binding him once again exerted a great force, and pulled him in a different direction. It brought him dangerously close to the edge of the huge cloud.
At the same time, he seemed to hear the laughter of a crowd. The sound came from within the huge cloud, and it was faint and indistinct.
There seemed to be people speaking loudly, and there were strange musical instruments accompanying them.
Soon, as he moved further away from the cloud, the sound rapidly weakened until it disappeared.
Without waiting for Lin Sheng to react, another silverish gray cloud flew past him from the grayish white fog.
This time, there were faint cries of pain coming from within the cloud, as well as some strange, crazy howls.
Lin Sheng did not have time to decipher the contents of the sound. Immediately, a third cloud approached him at high speed.
This cloud was smaller than the previous two, and it was a faint gold color. It was extremely eye-catching in the vast expanse of grayish white fog.
Lin Sheng was bound by the tree root, and he flew past it at high speed from the bottom left.
When he got close.
"Hiss …"
A huge golden human face suddenly appeared on the surface of the faint gold cloud.
The human face looked at Lin Sheng indifferently, and its huge golden eyes moved slightly as he moved.
Lin Sheng clearly felt the tree root that was binding him tremble, and it started to quickly loosen its bindings.
"So cowardly?!" Lin Sheng hurriedly grabbed the tree root.
His instincts told him that if he was left here, facing the golden human face, something extremely dangerous might happen.
Fortunately, the golden human face only glanced at him and the tree root a few times before it slowly disappeared into the cloud.
Lin Sheng held the black sword in one hand, and grabbed the surface of the tree root tightly with the other. His body was tossed up and down like a toy, and he crashed into the tree root again and again.
Clouds of different colors, big and small, flew past him at high speed.
Some of the clouds roared angrily, some cried sorrowfully, some were silent, and some were slowly disintegrating, and were about to disappear.
After flying for an unknown period of time, Lin Sheng finally felt that his hand could no longer hold on.
Involuntarily, he fell into a daze, and his fingers instantly loosened from the tree root. His entire body was thrown high into the air by the huge momentum, and then he fell.
Amidst the howling wind, Lin Sheng saw clouds continuously flying past him.
"Bam!"
He crashed hard into the top of a small black cloud. Then, like a ball, he was bounced up several times, and rolled down the edge of the black cloud.
Just then, another transparent tree root flew past him.
Lin Sheng aimed at the location, and stabbed the surface of the black cloud with the black sword, just in time to adjust the direction of his fall.
"Bam!"
He fell on the surface of the tree root again.
This tree root was as thick as a thigh, and it was big enough for him to ride on.
The tree root flew quickly, and streaked across the clouds.
Gradually, the clouds became fewer and fewer, thinner and thinner.
The grayish white fog on both sides slowly decreased. His field of vision became wider and wider.
Lin Sheng's body crawled on the tree root, and he looked forward.
As the clouds decreased, the fog became thinner and thinner.
A huge green island gradually appeared below him, and there was a large stretch of mountains on the island.
Amidst the greenish-black sea of trees and mountains, on the highest peak of the mountain, stood a castle with a black stone spire.
The castle was quiet and lifeless, and its outer walls were mottled with green vines.
Before Lin Sheng could take a closer look, he felt the tree root he was sitting on suddenly tremble, as if it was being grabbed by someone and thrown around violently.
He did not have time to exert more strength, and was instantly thrown high into the air, falling straight down the mountain below.
Meanwhile, the transparent tree root that carried him quickly shot into the distance, and disappeared into the fog in the blink of an eye.
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