"Let's go back. It's not far from where we live, "Loffe said in a low voice.
"Okay." Lu Sheng nodded. He subconsciously shifted his gaze to the interior of the church. Through the door of the spacious hall, he could vaguely see something transparent flashing past.
They returned to the villa and rested peacefully.
They thought they would have to wait for a week before someone would come to them. They did not expect that it would only be the afternoon of the third day.
Then, Isis's people came.
Lu Sheng was standing quietly on the lawn under a flowering tree.
In the cultivation of the Assassination Fist, the most important part was meditation, and among the meditation methods, standing still was the most important method.
In the process of listening to one's own heartbeat, one could ignore external distractions and focus only on the inner self.
For the Assassination Fist system, which aimed to completely control one's own body, this was the best way to adjust one's state of mind.
Loffe and her sister were reading with Annie in the villa.
Twain was lying on the grass for an afternoon nap.
Beep beep beep …
Suddenly, the clear sound of an electric bell came from the door.
"Someone's ringing the doorbell." Lu Sheng opened his eyes. Twain immediately looked at the door.
Twain flipped over and got up. Luo Fei and the other two quickly walked out and looked at the door.
Everyone's attention was focused on the gate. Through the rusty iron gate, they could see a tall figure in a black robe standing quietly outside the gate.
The figure had his head lowered and half of his face was covered by a black mask. He did not mind the heat and wrapped himself up tightly.
Lu Sheng quickly walked to the door and pressed the button to open it.
The iron gate closed with a clatter to the left.
"Are you the ones who left the mark?" A hoarse man's voice came from the figure's mask.
"It's us." Loffe brought Annie closer.
"Annie …" The figure's tone softened as he recognized Annie. Although Annie could not see his expression, she could imagine that he was smiling.
"Uncle Winrington!" Annie exclaimed. A sweet smile appeared on her face as she broke free from Loffe's hand and threw herself at the figure.
The man seemed to be afraid that he would hurt Annie. He took a step back and used his hands to remove some of the metal parts on the black robe before hugging Annie with both hands.
"Uncle, I missed you so much!" Annie pressed her face against the man's shoulder.
"I missed you too, Annie," the man said softly. After comforting the little fellow, he looked at Lu Sheng and the others.
"You … also want to treat your friends and family?"
"Can I?" Twain asked quickly.
"I don't know, but I can bring you to the church's branch. There, you will be tested. "The man named Winston said in a deep voice.
"What kind of test?" Lu Sheng asked.
"Infection test." Winston glanced at Lu Sheng. Suddenly, the look in his eyes changed. "You don't have to go. You're already deeply infected. And you! "He pointed at Twain.
Tang En's expression changed and he wanted to say something.
"There's no need to explain. Either the two of you have eaten the Specters' cooking, or you're too close to them. I can smell the rotting stench in your bodies from so far away. "Winrington said coldly.
"I …" Tang En was speechless. Not only had he eaten, he had eaten for six years.
"After you leave the Specter you're closest to, you'll completely turn into the same Specter in two months." Winrington said calmly. "I've seen too many examples like this."
"Then what about us …" Loraine asked quickly.
"You're fine." Winrington glanced at the Loffe sisters. "You can follow me later."
"Then what do we do?" Tang En could not help but ask.
"Wait for death." Winrington replied coldly. "Let me give you a piece of advice. There will be an unforeseen event here in four days. If you don't want to die early, you should stay somewhere else."
Lu Sheng stood at the side and did not say anything.
The Loffe sisters and Annie quickly followed Winrington and left.
Before leaving, Annie secretly gave Lu Sheng a look. It seemed like she had her own intentions.
Lu Sheng guessed that she would sneak out to find him later.
But the problem now was that Winrington had determined that the two of them were infected.
Soon, only Lu Sheng and Tang En were left in the spacious villa.
"Damn it, I'm clearly a normal person! How can he be so sure that I'm infected!? "Tang En angrily put his hand through his hair and said in frustration.
"We need more information about this sect. Let's go and search for survivors. "Lu Sheng suggested.
"Huh? Why? If it's just the two of us, we can last for a long time. But it's different if there are others. "Tang En disagreed.
"You can choose not to come." Lu Sheng said lightly. He suddenly remembered the greyish black mucus that he had vomited earlier.
Maybe Winrington was telling the truth.
Lu Sheng turned around and walked into the villa.
"Go to hell!" Twain turned around angrily and followed closely behind.
In the next few days, Lu Sheng and Tang En searched everywhere for survivors. Unfortunately, the people around seemed to have already left. Apart from the two of them, there was no one else.
Lu Sheng continued to raise his Illusionary Style Assassination Fist to the fifth stage. The fifth stage was already the level of an expert in the Illusionary Style. After a long period of training, his speed, explosiveness, and accuracy had improved tremendously.
Lu Sheng increasingly felt that this world seemed to have a lot to do with the power of nothingness.
He originally thought that the key point was the existence of the specters that did not exist.
However, on the fourth day, the unforeseen event that Wimbledon spoke of finally arrived. This was also what Lu Sheng wanted to confirm and contact.
…
…
At night.
Lu Sheng lay on his bed, breathing steadily. His eyes were tightly shut. He looked like he was sleeping, but he was actually meditating.
It was impossible to use meditation to replace sleep, but it could greatly reduce the duration of sleep. After all, in this world where danger could happen at any time, meditating could allow him to deal with threats in a timely manner.
Usually, he would finish his meditation at around four o 'clock in the morning and sleep for three hours from four to seven o' clock.
But this time, after lying down for less than an hour, Lu Sheng felt an inexplicable sense of drowsiness.
Unknowingly, he slowly drifted into dreamland and fell into a deep sleep.
The bedroom was silent, only the faint sound of his breathing could be heard.
Time passed slowly, not knowing how much time had passed.
Suddenly, a gust of air flowed into the lock.
Click.
The door was gently opened.
The wooden door opened slowly, as if it was blown open by the wind. Or as if something invisible was sneaking into Lu Sheng's bedroom.
Whoosh …
A gust of cold wind blew past.
Lu Sheng suddenly opened his eyes. In front of the bed stood a pale, white-haired old man with a smile.
His eyes were distorted and blurred, and it seemed to take a while. The old man suddenly disappeared. He could no longer see him clearly.
Whoosh!
He quickly got up, propped himself up, and looked around.
Just now, he seemed to have seen Thomas's grandmother standing in front of the bed, looking at him.
Whoosh.
Lu Sheng threw off the blanket and got off the bed. He saw the door swinging back and forth in the wind. He didn't know when it had been opened.
He stood up, and his expression became serious.
He hadn't woken up naturally just now. Instead, he had suddenly felt a great danger approaching. The main body hidden in the depths of his heart had sent out a strong warning, which had forcibly pulled him back from his sleep.
"Sure enough, that Wellington was right. There's trouble on the fourth day."
Lu Sheng looked around, but didn't see any movement.
He recalled the scene he saw just now, and his heart still clenched. That inexplicable sense of danger had stimulated him to the point where he was no longer sleepy.
"I have to go see Twain!" He quickly put on his clothes, walked out of the bedroom, and headed for another bedroom on the second floor.
Just as he reached the door, he pushed it lightly, and the door opened automatically, making a soft sound.
Lu Sheng's expression froze, and he looked in through the gap in the door.
Twain's back was facing him, and he stood quietly in front of the bedroom window. The window was wide open, and he seemed to be looking up at the moon.
The moonlight shone down like a faint white veil, covering his body with a thin layer of white light.
"Twain?" Lu Sheng called softly.
There was no response.
His heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly felt something was wrong. He rushed in a few steps.
Twain then slowly turned his head.
His eyes, mouth, nose, and ears were all bleeding, and a thin line of blood dripped down his chin to his chest, wetting his upper body.
When the pair of eyes looked at Lu Sheng, they seemed to be crying, but also like a pair of empty holes, with nothing in them.
"Damn it!"
Lu Sheng shot forward like an arrow and grabbed Twain's shoulder.
"Bang!"
Suddenly, a huge force hit his chest and abdomen.
Lu Sheng grunted, and flew out on the spot, crashing hard into the bedroom's wooden door, and breaking it.
"What the hell!" He quickly got up and moved away from his original position. Just as he was about to leave, there was another loud bang.
It seemed like something heavy had smashed into the broken door, and the wooden board was completely smashed into pieces.
It was as if something invisible was whirling in the air.
Lu Sheng relied on his perception of the airflow, and quickly dodged to the left and right.
The invisible enemy seemed to be very large, and almost the entire bedroom was within his reach.
Lu Sheng did not dare to stop for a moment, and he could hear the whistling sound of something breaking through the air at any time.
Fortunately, his body was much stronger than before after the Five Sections of the Assassination Fist.
He rolled a few times. He left the room and came to the small hall on the second floor.
Picking up the machete he had prepared in the corner of the small hall, Lu Sheng suddenly dodged, and slashed hard to the right.
Swoosh!!
Something in the air seemed to have been cut in half and fell to the ground.
Whoosh!
The air quickly tightened, as if it was being pulled by some huge force.
Lu Sheng took another step forward, and the machete slashed forward, from top to bottom.
Whoosh!
The feeling of cutting something solid was reflected back from the blade.
Whoosh!
The wind was strong, and there seemed to be something roaring and shaking in the air.
Twain was covered in blood, and he finally took the opportunity to rush out of the room, and ran downstairs.
"Run!" he shouted at Lu Sheng with all his might.
Lu Sheng did not say anything, and with a flip, he jumped down from the second floor, and immediately rushed in front of Twain.
The two quickly rushed out of the villa, and ran across the lawn under the night sky, until they reached a commercial street a few hundred meters away from the villa. They only stopped when there was no more movement behind them.
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