Nightmare’s Call

There is no industry on the bright side at all. They are completely black-faced forces and are not afraid of relationships.

Coupled with the recent severe shortage of manpower at the police station, the inability to take care of them at all makes it even more furious to get started.

The next day, the three of the club were interrupted by their hands and stunned before being thrown to the harbor. The gang put a note on the two of them and gave the club two options.

The first is to give up the headquarters and compensate them for their use.

The second is to lose 10 million cash.

"Then what? How did Russell Madilan Xia Yin deal with them?" Lin Sheng continued to ask.

"Madilan is afraid .... Going home .... Brother Russell and Sister Xia Yin still want everyone to work together, but no one listens to them. The core members said leave, leaving most people . "

"Retreat?" Lin Sheng shook his head. That's why he decided to start another stove.

The previous club seemed good, but it was actually a piece of sand with no cohesion.

Now that this has put a little pressure on the club, they can't bear it.

"A bunch of roosters!" Saru sneered. "I guess the gang didn't expect it, it just scared people casually, and the effect was so good."

"Lin Huizhu, Teacher Saru, what do you do now?" The girl looked at Lin Sheng and Saru helplessly.

"Nothing to do." Saru grinned. "I asked them to come together, but I didn't listen, now I'm fine."

"You go back and tell Russell that I can help him once. It's still the kind of friendship they helped me with. It was just that the hearts of the people were gone and the club was definitely out of play." Lin Sheng calmly said.

He is a man with clear grievances. Russell and others helped him at the beginning.

"Thank you, Lord Hui, I'll be right back!" The girl was overjoyed, bowed and thanked, and turned and ran.

Ran to the door and almost fell.

Saru looked at her back.

"This chick is quite emotional."

"There are still cats in the rat's nest. Normal." Lin Sheng smiled. "Look back and they will come again. Will you take someone to solve it?"

"I'm not free. I want to concentrate on meditation." Saru refused flatly.

"That line, I will arrange someone else. Such a good phone training will be cheaper for others, alas."

"I'm going, I'm going!" Saru repented decisively.

"Really?" Lin Sheng looked at him with a smile.

"Really. Boss, aren't you just looking for free labor?" Saru was silent.

"The Tekken will not be the kind of soft persimmons of the club. In the future, there will be many battles like this. It will be good to adapt first." Lin Sheng said casually. "Well, I'll go back first. Any questions to ask?"

He is naturally a man with no shortage of hands. Just two black feather swordsmen can easily solve the trouble.

As a black body warrior with incorporeal body, he has strong mobility and far more practical ability than ordinary people. It is natural to get a small gang.

With the reaction speed of the Black Feather Swordsman, he can completely smoke or dodge before others fire.

Throwing this task to Sarou, Lin Sheng really meant to exercise him.

After slightly answering Saru's practice doubts, Lin Sheng left the Tekken and returned to his home by taxi.

Next, he should go into the dream and continue his practice.

The Holy Light has roughly mastered the use of superficiality, and the Grey Sealed Warcry has no effect, it should be that the meditation time is too short.

Now Lin Sheng is using meditation in a dream, where the flow of time is much slower than reality.

This is equivalent to a lot more time than others.

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Snow wind castle.

Lin Sheng slowly opened his eyes from the bed, his consciousness recovered.

Standing up, he looked at the broken wooden door for the first time, where his wooden shield and giant sword stood as a small security organ.

The organs are still intact and nothing has changed.

He sat up, got out of bed and sat at the desk. Without opening the book of evil spirits, he closed his eyes again and fell into a gray meditative state.

After a round of meditation, Lin Sheng began to practice the Holy Power and adjust his state.

The Lord ’s Holy Power of the Grey Angel that had previously been absorbed still needs a little bit of running-in, to be completely transformed into his own Holy Power as commanded by his arm.

Just a moment later, Lin Sheng suddenly froze slightly.

Just now, as the Holy Power continued to grow stronger.

Some natural lines began to be drawn spontaneously in the power of his lower abdomen, forming a somewhat mysterious, but irregular pattern.

The divine power around the pattern is like light, and the warmth shines on all the internal organs of Lin Sheng, only slowly. In this light, there seems to be a mysterious message.

As if instinctively, Lin Sheng felt spontaneously that he seemed to have acquired a certain talent-like ability.

He sat in his chair and looked carefully at the piece of information that had just emerged.

"Detect evil? This is the fixed magic of the third-level Templar warrior?"

"Detect evil? So to what extent is evil considered? How is this boundary divided?" Lin Sheng was puzzled.

Soon, some explanations in the message made him understand the key.

Detecting evil, it is actually faith.

"All heretics are guilty!"

This detection is actually very simple, just looking at the affinity of the Holy Power.

If the subject has other powers in his body and does not accept the Holy Power, it must be evil.

It is also evil if the testees are not physically compatible with the Holy Light, or they are disrespectful to the Light.

This thing is a faith lie detector.

The essence of the divine power originates from the soul, which Lin Sheng learned from the basic practice of mana.

So if the soul is unwilling to accept the Holy Light, it will make the body incompatible.

Lin Sheng also had some emotions. This power is extremely overbearing. It must pass through detection if it is fully accepted from the body to the mind.

"This divine spell needs to be changed. Think back on a good way to explain it."

Lin Sheng set aside this divine skill and continued to practice the Holy Power.

Meditate on the gray seal, practice the Holy Power, and then after both are tired, turn the book to learn the evil language and change your mind.

Lin Sheng felt that he had not been so diligent in his college entrance examination in his lifetime.

However, this feeling of a little bit of improvement in strength, feel progress every moment, really good.

"Sacred power practice seems to be a process of purifying the absorbed soul fragments into my own." Lin Sheng faintly felt his own change.

"If a normal person absorbs so many pieces of soul, it should have been a problem for a long time. But I don't even have the sequelae. Now I want to come, maybe the practice of the Holy Spirit solves everything.

Suddenly he remembered the proverb he had seen before.

‘My heart is life, and my heart is holy. ’

The passage in Hengguang's Proverbs is not implicit. The essence of the so-called divine power is most likely to be the high realization of one's own will.

Constantly practicing the Holy Spirit is constantly strengthening self-will and self-soul.

Thinking of this, Lin Sheng stopped the idea of ​​Pentium and returned to the state of practicing Holy Power again.

Today, he needs enough time.

As long as the new gray printing ability is successfully used, he intends to continue exploring the castle.

Only by killing monsters and increasing soul strength can he become stronger faster.

Otherwise, it ’s really hard to work hard from step to step, from level three to level four. Normally, it will take at least several years, after which the level will not know how long.

He can't wait that long.

Kill more prey, get more souls, and summon more subordinates! This is what he wants!

And the stronger the soul, the stronger the Holy Power!