rummaging through the living room, Lin Sheng didn't find anything.

He went to the study again to look for it, and there was nothing but books.

Then he went from the study to the kitchen.

Quickly finding a pointed kitchen knife in the kitchen, he carried it straight to the bedroom.

The manor's bedroom has a double wooden bed in the middle.

Along the wall, there was a wardrobe, a dresser, and a large wooden chest.

The lid of the box was open, and it was empty.

Lin Sheng slowly glanced left and right, walked to the dresser, and he reached out to open the drawer in front of the table.

There were a few young girl-style colored headbands in it, and the color was a little old.

Pressing back the drawer, Lin Sheng glanced at other places in a blink of an eye.

Soon, in the corner near the window, something leaning against the wall, covered by a curtain cloth, caught his attention.

He strode forward, walked over to the thing, and reached out to grab it.

Hiss...

It's an unsheathed crosssword!

The silver-black tip of the sword rubbed against the ground with Lin Sheng's movements, making a subtle noise.

He carefully raised his sword.

The weight of the long sword is not large, about four or five catties. The length just reached the toe from Lin Sheng's waist.

The hilt and blade form a standard cross. It looks like a longer cross.

Lin Sheng grasped the hilt of the sword with both hands, and felt some rough strips of cloth wrapped around it. The hilt and the blade of the sword are so integrated that the gaps in the craftsmanship are almost invisible.

On the blade of the sword, near the handle, a simple vertical pupil pattern is engraved. Exactly the same as on the door before.

He tried to swing his sword, feeling a little heavy.

"Let's see if there's anything else. ”

Lin Sheng rummaged in the bedroom for a while, but found nothing other than this sword.

In desperation, he left the bedroom with his sword in hand. Back in the hall.

"Be careful this time, don't make a sound, you shouldn't get into trouble. Lin Sheng still has lingering palpitations about the last death.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't dare to go out.

Anyway, it's in a dream, and it won't really die.

Lin Sheng's heart was filled with a strong curiosity about the outside world. If he doesn't go out for a walk, he is unwilling.

Carrying his sword, he stood in front of the gate and took a few hard breaths to calm his mind.

"This time, try to keep it quiet. As long as it's not detected, it should be fine. ”

He cautiously reached out again and grasped the snake-headed doorknob.

Click....

With the faint sound of the door lock turning.

A crack was opened in the door, just enough for Lin Sheng to enter and exit.

He carried his sword and moved it out very slowly.

Outside, there was a burst of cold air. The blow made him feel cold, and the joints on his body seemed to stiffen as his body temperature dropped.

"It feels more real.... Compared to the previous dreams, the senses now are not like dreams at all..."

Lin Sheng's heart sank.

This strange change made him feel a little uneasy.

Came out of the gap and stood in the doorway.

He looked left and right, not choosing to descend the wooden steps in front of him.

"It was the staircase that was too loud before. I should have jumped right on the dirt so I didn't make a sound. ”

Thinking of the route, Lin Sheng slowly moved his steps and walked to the right side of the steps step by step.

The clammy mist slowly rolled around, and the dark yellow floor beneath his feet was marked with old scratches and small stones.

Lin Sheng had to be extremely careful to avoid the stones when moving.

Struggling to hold back his breath, he quickly reached the edge of the plank and jumped down slightly.

Burst.

There was an extremely subtle stampede.

He stood firmly on the black dirt floor.

Standing on the ground, Lin Sheng looked forward. There was no more noise in the direction of that lane.

"It worked! Just be careful, you won't attract the figure. ”

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Stand in the fog and look left and right.

Behind him was the half-open living room door, where he had just come out.

To the left and right, there was a hazy darkness and dense forest. The only thing you can see is the carriageway directly ahead.

Lin Sheng took a deep breath and slowly began to walk around the manor.

Go left.

He soon came to the courtyard facing the living room window.

In the courtyard there was a black swing, a wooden shelf tied between two dead trees, made of only two thick hemp ropes.

A few decaying benches were scattered haphazardly across the courtyard floor.

In the corner of the fence was a small withered garden.

Lin Sheng walked around, but didn't find anything, so he continued to walk towards the back of the house.

Hiss....

Suddenly, he paused, and heard a voice wafting in.

Standing in the fog, Lin Sheng was on the right of the manor house, and on the left was the simple courtyard.

With his sword in both hands, he paused cautiously and stared straight ahead.

That's where the sound came from.

Hiss....

It seems to be the sound of something dragging on the ground.

Lin Sheng felt a little familiar.

He tensed and stood still, staring at the dark mist in front of him. There is the corner that leads to the backyard.

Gradually, the sound got closer and closer, closer and closer.

The owner who made the sound also slowly appeared in front of Lin Sheng's eyes.

It was a strange humanoid with black pustules covered in skin.

He held a long black sword in one hand, the hilt of which was long with his arm. The rest of the body is the same as a person.

It's just that the face is wrapped in a thick gray linen cloth, and the eyes, nostrils, and mouth are not exposed, only the linen cloth that oozes blood slightly.

The humanoid figure is half a head taller than Lin Sheng, about one meter nine.

As soon as it came out of the fog, it immediately saw Lin Sheng as well.

Hiss...

The human figure reluctantly moved forward step by step, approaching Lin Sheng.

His steps were slow and eerie, and the tip of the sword in his hand dragged on the ground with a subtle hissing sound.

"This thing..... What kind of monster the hell!?" Lin Sheng involuntarily took a step back.

Although I was frightened by the appearance of the other party at the first time, it was more frightened than when I died once before.

Lin Sheng quickly stabilized his mind.

I'm still a little panicked, but I'm still able to think about countermeasures.

He looked down and noticed that the monster's right leg was lame. Through the black trousers on his legs, large chunks of flesh could be seen.

"It doesn't look great. Lin Sheng clenched the hilt of his sword, he didn't plan to avoid it.

Let's try this guy's details first.

It was so close to the door that he could turn around and run back and rush through the door at any moment.

On the premise that there is a way out, he plans to try to contact this second living creature that appears.

"Hey. Can you understand me?" Lin Sheng lowered his voice and asked in a low voice in Celine.

The strange man didn't react, still moving towards him step by step.

"Are you a resident here? I have no ill intentions, can you tell me what this place is?" Lin Sheng tried to communicate with the other party.

Hiss....

The strange man didn't respond, and continued to move closer to him.

Lin Sheng felt wrong and had to retreat slowly.

Just when the two were less than three meters apart.

The strange man suddenly pounced forward, raised his long sword in his hand, and stabbed forward.

Phew!!

The tip of the jet-black sword just touched the cross sword in Lin Sheng's hand.

Clang!

A piercing, high-pitched crash echoed through the night.

Lin Sheng was knocked and stumbled and almost fell.

His countenance changed dramatically, and he turned and dragged his sword and ran, taking a few steps and making a few steps, jumping up the wooden steps and rushing into the door of the living room.

Boom!!

He slammed the door shut, and lowered the latch with a click.

Hiss....

Suddenly, a small murmur came from behind him.

Lin Sheng stiffened.

Turn around slowly.

In the middle of the hall, a rotten swordsman, also with a sackcloth head, was moving towards him with difficult steps.