Nightmare’s Call

From school to Hei Shui District Tekken Club, the driving time is only twenty minutes.

Lin Sheng chatted with the driver while looking out the window.

On the streets of Huaisha City, there are more and more pedestrians, and there are frequent accidents. Instead, as the political situation changes, it becomes more and more prosperous.

"There seems to be more people in the city recently?" Lin Sheng asked casually.

"It's not as if it's more," the driver master sighed. "Recently, many foreigners have entered the port area and they have made some streets in the neighborhood smokeless."

"Foreigner?"

"Yeah. It's mainly from Miga and Osiri. I didn't know anything about it a while ago, and it said it was an open port, and our Huaisha was also on the open list." The driver lowered his voice.

"Open the port?" Lin Sheng frowned slightly. "Isn't it open enough before?"

"It is said that tax deductions have been introduced for foreign companies. There are various benefits. But for our own company, there are not so many benefits."

The driver was a little bit upset.

"Is that so?" Lin Sheng thoughtfully.

This kind of policy is obviously not the initiative of Xilin's side, and it feels more like being forced to come out.

Soon, the car reached the gate of Tekken.

Lin Sheng paid the money, got out of the car, and stood at the mouth of the general department of Tekken Club.

Today's Tekken will buy the site of a former private elementary school.

Lin Sheng transformed the school's only teaching building into an Tekken assembly hall.

There were two disciples in black vests standing before the door.

When they saw Lin Sheng getting off the bus, they bowed their heads and said hello.

"Good Lord!"

"Tough work." Lin Sheng nodded, walked into the door, and immediately a pretty waitress stepped forward, leading him to the dressing room and changing into a uniform.

As the meeting master, his meeting clothes were simple long trousers and trousers, but they were lacquered black, and a large iron word was sewn with white threads on the back.

Now that funding is tight, everything is simple. Before the Tekken Club did not make large-scale profits, Lin Sheng was not prepared to engage in these gaudy costume designs.

The simpler the better.

Putting on his uniform, he strode into the lobby.

It was originally a small school with no playground. There was only one building and one yard. There is also a flagpole on one side.

The lobby was transformed into a coach hall.

Saru is taking a few students to practice black feather swordsmanship. Seeing Lin Sheng enter the door, he immediately stopped and greeted.

"Brother, oh no, Lord, you came just right. Father Dao Ling seems to have broken through, and these days I feel more and more powerful on him. Everyone dare not approach!"

During this time, Saru practiced black feather swordsmanship and meditated gray marks. The whole person's suffocation was much less than before.

He looked quite steady, and his irritability slowly subsided.

"You have improved a lot."

Lin Sheng patted him on the shoulder. Now when he steps into the extraordinary, he can feel the special breath that ordinary people can't detect.

Just like now, Saru's body is constantly exuding a slight wave of gray mark holy power.

Obviously, his meditation gray print seemed to be effective, but he didn't know it himself.

"Really? I feel a little bit, but I don't know which area has improved!" He trusted Lin Sheng quite well, and immediately believed when he heard this.

"Experience carefully, meditation brings you more than just a peaceful and stable mind." Lin Sheng said a few words. "Well, where is Father Dao Ling?"

"Meditate inside," Saru hurried.

"I'll go check it out first." Lin Sheng also wanted to see the death claw Tao Ling, what level now.

Dao Ling is different from Saru. He is a martial artist who reaches the limit of the human body, but his body is declining as he gets older.

Therefore, his breakthrough represents the breaking of the limit. It will be difficult for even Lin Sheng to determine what the effect will be.

Let Saru continue to lead training, Lin Sheng walked out of the lobby and walked down the corridor, and soon reached the second area on the first floor-the meditation area.

The meditation area was an original classroom that was remodeled to provide meditation for everyone.

Here is only a formal Tekken Club member. Those training outside are just ordinary students, not members.

Lin Sheng has established two distinct identities-members, students.

Members are equivalent to mentors of students. There is enough freedom to choose whether to be willing to teach students to earn income.

It can also be just a name, and occasionally everyone exchanges martial arts together. Of course, such a name will not get the gray print of Lin Sheng.

These are just beginning and need to be improved.

Lin Sheng didn't care, he had to attract enough masters before making plans.

Entering the meditation zone, he quickly found the one where Dao Ling was.

Just standing at the door, across the door panel, he could feel a slight warmth emanating from the door.

"Success ?!" Lin Sheng's eyes moved. This warmth is similar to the divine power he perceives in his dreams.

But the difference is that the warmth here is too weak, not even one tenth of his original.

He reached out and knocked on the door.

Alas.

"Come in, Lord." It said that the Tao spirit was calm and rejoicing. He clearly heard Lin Sheng's footsteps.

Lin Sheng pushed in.

Inside was a closed white quiet room without windows.

Dao Ling was sitting in the center of the square, his gray hair was spread out, and his muscles and skin were almost the same as before.

The changes brought to him by the meditation gray seal, especially the changes in energy and spirit, were almost as scary as magic.

Lin Sheng was a little surprised when he saw the appearance of Dao Ling.

"The retreat meditated for five days .... a lot of gains ..." Dao Ling stood up with a smile that couldn't stop. "Thank you all for your selfless sharing."

Lin Sheng took off his shoes and walked on the wooden board. The door behind him automatically rebounded and closed.

"It looks like you're really pushing the limits."

"Yeah ... the line that I had been pursuing when I was young, the line that was missing, just yesterday, really crossed it ..." Dao Ling stretched out his hands, and his previous hands were not much different from the ordinary old man.

But now, the skin on the back of his hands seemed to be young, tight and firm, full of vitality.

"The old man can feel that this special layer of power covered on his body protects himself in all aspects like armor. Very magical!" Tao said with inspiration.

"This is the power of gray marks." Lin Sheng nodded.

"Yeah ... as the Lord said before, this power is amazing ..." Taoist spirit praised.

"But this is not without cost." Lin Sheng explained. "Gray seals are the result of meditation. In the process of meditation, we are actually condensing our own spiritual will."

"What does the Lord mean? This power is actually owned by us?" Tao Ling wondered.

"You can understand it this way. The gray seal is auxiliary and activates our own divine power. Although this divine power belongs to ourselves, if there is no gray seal present, it will fade and disappear in a short time." Lin Sheng calmly said .

"That is to say, I have to meditate on the gray prints in order to maintain this state?" The Tao spirit who heard the meaning of the string, looked a little uncomfortable.

"That's it." Lin Sheng nodded. "You must meditate on the gray prints periodically, about once every six months. Otherwise, the gray prints will fade and the strength will decline."