Chapter 048

The iron door opened, and Lin Sheng quickly went in and closed it with his backhand.

Carrying the black sword, he scanned the courtyard.

The yard was covered with black floccules. I didn't know what they were. The flocs are constantly rolling and sliding on the ground by the cold wind.

On the wall on the right side of the iron gate is a copper name plate, which is full of green and mildew.

Lin Sheng reached out and wiped the name plate, revealing the fuzzy pattern and handwriting below.

"Sir kayaman House - 6 Temple Street"

At the bottom of the handwriting is an owl like bird flapping its wings.

"A jazz mansion?"

Lin Sheng squinted and didn't see much.

Taking his eyes back, he walked forward slowly with his sword, warily into the empty courtyard.

Towards the fountain, soon he came to the stone tablet in front of the fountain.

In the moonlight, he was on the alert and scanned the words on it.

"We don't accept credit."

"Currency is not acceptable."

"We don't accept members of the Felton family."

"If you have something or news that interests me, maybe I'll give you an exemption."—— Kayaman West

"It seems that this place is not an ordinary Jazz mansion..." Lin Sheng had some guesses in his mind.

Around the stone tablet, he went straight to the gate of the mansion.

The white gate is carved with an Owl Bird relief with two wings spread out.

With the approach of Lin Sheng, the big bird creaks, slowly folds its wings and opens its eyes. The door opened slowly and automatically, revealing an entrance just for one person to enter.

Lin Sheng was startled by the sudden movement, and immediately put on an alert posture.

But after putting on airs, there was no movement.

Only opened a crack in the door, constantly pouring out a light cold wind.

Then he squinted, pointed his sword on the door and pushed it gently.

The door opened slowly and completely.

Inside is a spacious and gorgeous Golden Hall.

On the wall facing the gate, there is a huge oil painting of a white middle-aged man with curly brown hair, a moustache and a delicate aristocratic tights full of medals.

Lin Sheng looked carefully in the moonlight.

The middle-aged man in the painting seems to be holding a sword in his hand, and there is a big black dog squatting on the ground beside him.

The black dog squatted almost to the height of the man's chest. It was powerful and had black manes on both sides of its neck, just like a black lion.

He was very nervous, but he didn't intend to retreat quickly.

After absorbing so many pieces of memory and meditating on the rune, he had a certain confidence in his strength at this time.

The white line on the test tower just now also shows that he is a level 2 fighter even in the former black feather city.

What's more, it's the second level soldier who inherited the gray seal.

Level 2, in the black feather city system, can also be regarded as an elite soldier, even if he may be because of the gray seal rune, he was rated level 2.

But it's enough.

Lin Sheng has memory fragments, so he is very clear that his physical quality is far inferior to that of a class II soldier.

That is to say, he can be rated as level 2, most likely because of the grey seal of meditation.

The greyish Rune gives him good resistance to attack. This is his strength!

Holding the sword in both hands, Lin Sheng walked slowly into the hall.

From left to right, he began to search the cupboards and dark grids near the walls.

Dense cabinet and dark grid, he quickly opened the inspection. But it's all empty, nothing.

All the way to the huge wall painting, Lin Sheng suddenly stopped.

He seems to have heard something.

A slight step is approaching.

In the hall, the floor was not carpeted, but hard stone slabs.

There was no obvious cover for the sound of the footsteps. Stepping on the hard stone, there was a slight patter.

Lin Sheng turned around, grasped the black sword tightly, and focused on it.

Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, he saw a little shadow on his right side.

"Here it is Lin Sheng waved his hands in an instant and chopped them away.

Dang!!

Double swords.

The shadow peeped out of the window in the moonlight.

He was a masked swordsman about 1.7 meters tall.

To Lin Sheng's surprise, the masked swordsman was actually a woman.

She was dressed in tight black leather armour, her chest was high, her long black hair was tied into a ponytail, and a mask covered all her faces below her eyes.

But through the close mask, you can still see that she looks good.

Soon the second sword came again.

Lin Sheng holds the sword in both hands, swings to the side, and just opens the other side's blade.

Unexpectedly, the swordswoman held the sword with one hand, and with the other hand, she drew a short knife and stabbed him. The knife is aimed at Lin Sheng's belly. As soon as his abdomen shrinks, he narrowly avoids the short knife. At the same time, he turns sideways to avoid the blade coming after him. The two were fighting in the hall. Just less than ten breath, Lin Sheng was slashed twice in succession. It's all short knife's sudden moves that make him in a hurry. The masked swordswoman is very fast. She is faster than Lin Sheng by more than one level. If it wasn't for the grey mark on his body, the shelter would have worked. I'm afraid the two knives would have cut his belly. Fortunately, the opponent's swordsmanship is not strong. Lin Sheng, who combines mercenary instinct with orthodox black feather swordsmanship, is a little inferior. The sword blades collided twice a second. A lot of physical exertion made Lin Sheng pant and his chest twitch like a blower. But the swordswoman is like a perpetual motion machine, no fatigue, still maintain the initial crazy attack frequency. Lin Sheng's only happiness in his heart is that his opponent's eyes are dark and he seems to be waving his sword only by instinct. Bang! All of a sudden, he kicked the low stool on the ground. The low stool clattered and was swung away by the swordswoman. Before she continued to rush up, Lin Sheng pulled a wooden bookshelf and pressed it down. There was a crash. The female swordsman's body shape is a meal, and her chest is stabbed by a black sword from the shelf gap. She frantically rushed forward two steps, allowing the black sword to penetrate her chest and from her back. A large amount of black blood gushed out from the edge of the wound. The swordswoman seemed to be unconscious. She kept struggling, waving her sword and slashing at Lin Sheng behind the bookshelf. Unfortunately, with the blood flowing more and more, her movement quickly slowed down and slowed down. Finally, she flopped forward and fell to the ground, hit her head on the bookshelf and rolled to the ground. Lin Sheng moved the black sword hard, pulled it out and stabbed the woman swordsman. Make sure she doesn't move. That's a relief“ This monster, if it wasn't for his stupid head, he would have cut me if he had to carry the bookshelf hard. I would have been dead this time. " Lin Sheng was afraid. Just now, because I am a second-class swordsman, I have a little inflated mentality. At this time, it cools down quickly. In front of her, if she didn't turn into a monster and completely lose her mind, I'm afraid that this duel will be easy and she will lose him. The speed is faster than him, the endurance is stronger than him, except the sword move is slightly weak, the others are advantages“ It doesn't seem to be dead, but it can't move. " Lin Sheng pushed open the bookshelf and gently put it aside. He went to the woman swordsman, squatted down and quickly checked the booty. The long sword in the swordswoman's hand is of ordinary quality. Just after the collision with the black sword, it has lost several holes. On her body, there are three black steel needles pinned to the side of her high chest leather armor. I don't know what to use them for. On the side of the slender waist, there is a black leather bag. Lin Sheng took off the bag, opened it and poured it out. Inside, he grunted and rolled out a yellow paper roll. He picked up the roll of paper and quickly unfolded it. The handwriting on it was a little blurred. It seemed to be a list of items‘ The whole body blood volume of three adults, a standard bottle of deer blood and a standard unit of redwood. The nine standard units of silver powder -- the ritual of offering sacrifices to the spirits. " www.novelhall.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!