Underneath the list of scrolls is a ritual array, flanked by a line of ancient relict text that resembles a mantra.

There's also a small line at the bottom.

'Ennie, your mental power can increase your strength at most once, remember, restrain greed. ’

"Ennie?Ritual of Sacrifice of the Spirit??" Lin Sheng was stunned, staring carefully at the last paragraph, and his intuition told him.

Maybe he's going to pick up a treasure this time!!

Because the materials recorded above are not things that I have not heard.

"If you can use rituals in reality.....

Before he could come back to his senses, wisps of black smoke suddenly appeared on the corpse.

The black smoke condensed into a black line and swooped into his chest.

Lin Sheng's mind was shocked, and a large number of memory fragments about the female swordsman rolled violently in his mind.

Images flickered before his eyes.

"Ennie, do you love me?"

"Ennie, that's not how the sword is held, you need to twist your wrist, like this. ”

"This ritual requires a living sacrifice, which awakens the blood in your body, mediated by some evil force..... If you don't have enough will, don't use it. ”

Not.....

Lin Sheng covered his head, feeling like his whole head was about to explode.

He reached for the side wall, wanting to rest.

Suddenly, a cold wind hit you.

Lin Sheng had goosebumps all over his body, and he rolled to the left, trying to avoid it.

But it's still slow.

The headache slowed him by more than a beat.

Burst!

A huge black battle axe slashed into his neck, splitting half of his torso into a Y-shape.

Ho ho ....

Blood spurted out, Lin Sheng's eyes darkened, and the last thing he saw was a strong black shadow more than two meters tall.

The black shadow was slowly pulling it out of him with a great axe.

...........

...........

Lin Sheng lifted the quilt from the bed, his body was cold and his face was pale.

"Hell, sneak attack while I'm absorbing memories!" The gray seal rune on his body didn't do anything other than keep his body from being split in two.

Because the power of that dark shadow is too great.

"But the content of the ritual is written down.... Materials, graphics .... And the way of sacrifice in the mutilated memory..."

Lin Sheng got out of bed and turned on the lamp, skillfully took his notebook out of the drawer, and carefully recorded all the details of the ritual with a pen.

To his surprise, during the ritual of the sacrifice, a fixed syllable that he did not know what language was needed to be used as the initiating language.

It is not a Glenn script, nor is it any other known analogue language. It's just a seemingly meaningless syllable, randomly combined.

In the fragmented memory, the woman named Ennie had recited it countless times before she remembered it, and now it was cheaper for him.

"Human blood, deer blood, redwood, silver powder.... These materials should be able to be put together, that is, the total body blood volume of three adults.... I wonder if the hospital can buy it?"

Lin Sheng thought in his heart.

It's a whole new endeavor.

If the ritual knowledge obtained in the dream can also be used in reality, then it will be of great help to him.

He had tested that no matter how many injuries he had in his dream, he would not have any problems with his body when he returned to reality.

In the same way, no matter how much you exercise in your dreams, it seems that waking up has no effect.

Obviously, some of the muscles in the dream have already been exercised, but when I wake up, when I exercise that muscle again, I will still be sore because I have not exercised for a long time.

In other words, everything in the dream will not be fed back into reality.

So the only thing I can get from it is information, knowledge.... For example, the Grey Seal, for example, this ritual...."

Lin Sheng knew it in his heart.

In this way, he will also look for related things in the future.

Looking at the time, it was only 4:15 in the morning.

Lin Sheng lay on the bed, turned off the light and wanted to sleep for a while, but after getting the spirit sacrifice ceremony, his heart was itching all the time and he wanted to try it.

This feeling has kept him awake from sleeping.

I didn't fall asleep until five o'clock. Instead, the brain is getting more and more excited.

"Forget it, get up and go out for a walk!"

Lin Sheng simply got up, quickly put on his clothes, put on the sword box on his back, and left home.

Out of the Huilian community, Lin Sheng walked slowly along the street.

Large expanses of clouds fluttered slowly in the sky, and ten thousand golden rays of light radiated from the east, dyeing one side of the clouds golden.

Early in the morning, many shops on both sides were not open.

Lin Sheng trotted to a viaduct three kilometers away from his home in one breath before slowing down.

A few homeless people slept under the bridge, curled up in a ball, wrapped in dirty quilts, and slept soundly.

Lin Sheng withdrew his gaze from the homeless man.

High-speed cars are constantly whizzing past the viaduct.

Lin Sheng walked down the steps of the bridge and walked to the aisle on the edge of the bridge.

The only way to cross the viaduct here is this aisle.

There were just a few delicate-looking, pure and lovely long-haired girls walking in front of him.

The girls, who were in their early twenties, with a little makeup on their faces, long legs and thin waists, wore woolen skirts and thick stockings, and laughed and scolded each other as they walked.

"Maybe it's modeling. Lin Sheng saw that they were followed by a girl with glasses hanging a camera.

Several girls walked up to them, and they also saw Lin Sheng carrying a black box, and couldn't help but glance at the box on his body with a little curiosity.

It didn't look like a case, more like some kind of flute-like instrument.

"Lin Sheng?"

Suddenly, a deep male voice came from high on the side.

Lin Sheng was stunned for a moment, raised his head and looked to the left.

At the edge of the viaduct, I don't know when, there was a swarthy man wearing a tight black vest and full of muscles.

The man wears a black leather jacket with a slightly raised chin and a silver cross on his chest.

Lin Sheng's eyes narrowed, his hand slipped, and the black box on his back naturally slipped into his hand.

"Looking for me?"

A few girls on the side seemed to be attracted by the movement here, slowly slowed down, and looked at this side curiously.

"Make a movie?"

"I don't know, that man can speak so clearly so far away, is there a megaphone?"

The man on the bridge stepped on the guardrail. The muscles of the body flow and squeeze like a little mouse.

He gently removed his coat, revealing his near-perfect back triangular muscles. More crucially, he took out a black pistol from his waist with his right hand.

The gun swirled a few times in the palm of his hand, snapping tightly in his hand.

"Times are different. The man said calmly. "We will eventually become the forgotten generation.

But until then, even if people have always thought me stupid, I will still persevere. ”

He snapped and placed the gun on the edge of the fence.

"Let's fight it out!!"

With one step, he jumped over, almost blocking the sunlight, and jumped off the bridge.

Lin Sheng's pupils shrank, and he retreated sharply, and the black box exploded with a crisp sound.

The silver blade was like lightning and straight towards the man.

Clang!!

The two slammed into each other.

The man didn't know when he put on a pair of black metal gloves on his hands, and his fists came together, smashing into the middle of Lin Sheng's sword body from top to bottom.

The huge force slammed into Lin Sheng's body, causing him to retreat again and again.

Lin Sheng was on the side of his footwork, his body rotated and pulled away from the blade, and his backhand was a spinning slash.

The silver sword light was like a waterfall, bringing out a little reflected golden light and drifting towards the man's chest.