The rustling of dark green leaves rubbed against each other, making a small and light sound under the shaking of the wind.

Lin Sheng lay on his back on the verdant grass and slowly opened his eyes.

The sound of branches and leaves was constantly heard all around.

"It's lifeless...."

Lin Sheng sat up, expressionless.

Except for the sound of plants, there were no insects around.

There were no birds, no insects, and no wildlife.

He examined himself.

She wears a black tracksuit prepared before bedtime and sneakers on her feet. On the ground beside him was a black sword that he used so easily.

Lin Sheng stood up and walked over to pull out the black sword.

The soil here was soft, and he felt very relaxed when he drew his sword.

Carrying his sword, he raised it to his eyes and looked at it.

The blade of the sword was full of dense jagged notches, and the tip of the sword had broken at some point, and the position near the hilt of the sword was slightly distorted.

Swish.

He waved it casually, it was very useless.

Call...

With a sigh, Lin Sheng still didn't throw it away, still holding the sword, and judged the direction of the surroundings.

He absorbed a lot of memories, but they were all fragments, and there was nothing in them about survival in the wild.

"You can't go wrong with going to the top of the mountain. He judged by the slope and went to the top decisively.

He wanted to go to the castle he had seen in mid-air. Most likely, there was what he wanted.

The giant trees overhead swayed in the wind, making a tidal sound.

Lin Sheng was at their feet, climbing up step by step along the gap between the trees.

Climb over steep slopes and follow vines to climb the rock wall.

Skirt the white waterfalls that cascade down and follow the mountain trails to avoid the cliffs.

Lin Sheng used the black sword in his hand as a trekking pole, supporting it all the way and going up.

Smack.

The gravel rolled under his feet and fell into the bottomless cracks of the dark canyon.

Lin Sheng's back was close to the stone wall, he looked down at the dizzying bottomless crack, raised his head again, moved his steps a little, and continued to move to the left.

His body is transverse. Because the road under my feet is only the width of my palm, I can only move forward horizontally.

The cold mountain wind whistled and blew.

Lin Sheng was chilled, but he still gritted his teeth and continued to move forward.

What made him a little strange was that in this dream, he seemed to stay for a long time without any sense of waking up.

The higher you go, the colder the air gets.

The surrounding trees gradually changed from gray-brown to gray-white.

White snow gradually appeared on the ground, and the canopy of the trees overhead slowly turned white.

Poof.

A black sword plunged into the hard black and white interspersed permafrost.

Lin Sheng stood on the mountain road and looked up at the huge castle above.

The winding path leading to the castle was completely covered in ice, and he had to keep his sword plunged into the frozen ground to keep his balance in check.

Otherwise, he could slip and fall off the snow-capped cliff on his right at any moment.

Whew, whew, whew...

Lin Sheng saw the white qi he exhaled, and as soon as these white qi left him, they quickly faded away.

The wind whined all around, and nothing could be heard in my ears.

The whistling sound was like a myriad of horns blowing in unison, completely obscuring any other sounds that might have been heard.

At the top of the mountain, the gray-white castle seems to blend with the snow, huge, lonely, quiet, and mysterious.

Lin Sheng lowered his head and continued to staggered up step by step.

He was running out of energy, but luckily he landed not far from the castle.

If it had been farther away, he might have to wait until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow to arrive.

Half an hour later.

Lin Sheng panted and held the black sword, and finally stepped onto the wide platform where the castle was located.

Standing on the edge of the platform, he looked into the distance.

There are several steps in front of the castle gates.

The stairs were covered with frozen ice, which was translucent and had a slightly blue edge, making it look solid and sharp.

The gate is round-arched brown, with two humanoid reliefs on both sides of the door frames.

It was two statues of nuns with only the upper body carved.

Hooded and soft-looking, they looked down at every visitor at the door below. Place your hands tightly crossed over your chest.

The statue is made of gray and white stone, the same as the castle as a whole. It's just that under the nun's eyes, there are faint dark tear stains, like blood tears.

Lin Sheng paused, rested, and then slowly walked towards the castle gate.

The summit platform was very windy. The sound of the wind is like someone roaring in your ears.

Lin Sheng felt that his ears were about to be frozen, and his eardrums roared for a while, and he was about to be yelled into a deaf person.

Walk to the gate.

He looked up at the two statues of nuns, lifted his sword, and walked up the stone steps steadily.

The ice crumbled under his feet, clattering and clattering.

Standing in front of the door more than three people high, he stretched out his hands and pushed hard.

The door was frozen hard, and the cracks in the door were all frozen ice, and it didn't move at all.

Lin Sheng felt unbearable cold, the clothes he wore could withstand the temperature of autumn, and staying in this kind of ice and snow was simply a sin.

Unable to open the door, he looked left and right, and soon found a black wrench on the right wall.

There is a large keyhole underneath the wrench.

"Can't get in without a key?" Lin Sheng frowned, pulled it up hard, and sure enough, it didn't move at all.

He descended the steps and began to inspect the castle walls.

Soon, under a window close to the ground, he found a place to enter.

It was a simple black metal iron door.

The door is ajar and opens onto a small garden on the side. Large, rusty padlocks still hang from iron doorknobs.

Lin Sheng took a deep breath and entered along the iron door.

The garden was overgrown with weeds and desolate and dilapidated.

Patches of savagely white vines climbed up the castle walls.

The weeds struggled out of the snow and ice to arch out of the top, but they looked like they had no business.

Walk through the garden and walk to the side gate of the castle.

Lin Sheng stretched out his hand and pushed hard.

Squeak.

The heavy black side doors slowly pushed open, revealing a long corridor of dark red carpet.

He walked slowly into the passageway, step by step, into the depths.

The passage is more than 20 meters long, and at the end is a small hall that resembles a lounge.

Fireplace, ornate hanging lamps, laid-back swinging chairs, gray blankets on chairs. There are also two harps placed on the wall.

This is the main furnishing in the small hall.

Lin Sheng noticed that on a rocking chair, a small red book was randomly placed. The little book was opened, and it was covered with a thick layer of white ash on the surface.

He walked over, picked up the book, and looked at the page that the little book had opened.

'Proverbs of Constant Light'

On the left side of that page, a title is clearly printed. The title of a Gruin text.

There is also a small line of scribbled text below the title.

'God, please tell me what to do?' I will pray, day and night. Even when I recite the book of Proverbs, the light stirs in my body. I still feel a deep sense of fear. ’

And then below, there is a printed text about the Proverbs of Constant Light.

'Sweep away the evil and diffuse the light.'

Light, not God, not power, not weapons, not walls. ’

It is my heart, my spirit, the condensation of all that I have, the only mirror of my heart. ’

'I am steadfast, I cut through the thorns.

I have a fighting spirit in my heart, and I want to be unmatched!

My heart is my eyes, my eyes see the light, my light illuminates living beings!

My heart is the living being, and my heart is the holy light.

When I am fearless, the light shines on everything. ’

"Chanting?"

Lin Sheng's heart moved slightly.

Anyway, he won't die, he is far more reckless in his dreams than in reality.