Nightmare’s Call

Under the light, Lin Sheng's face was dignified, and he lowered his head to look carefully at the text just translated again.

Then check the dictionary again and again to see if there is a translation error.

In the tumultuous flip of the book, he checked it three times in a row, and he was sure of it, and he was right.

"If it was really swordplay, then the book I saw in my dream ....." Lin Sheng felt a little shocked.

He still remembers a lot of clear text in the book, with almost no repetition.

If those are true ...

Suddenly a strong curiosity rose from his heart.

"That is clearly a dream, how can it be ?? How is that possible ?!" Lin Sheng pursed his lips, lowered his head quickly and continued to translate the next paragraph.

There are two paragraphs of the text he forced to memorize. The front is the cover and the back is a short paragraph at the bottom right. I don't know what it is for.

Soon, he checked the dictionary and bumped into the rest of the text.

Fortunately, Guren's writing is not difficult, and there are many experts in domestic research. Lin Sheng is somewhat glad that he can buy a dictionary so easily.

After translating, he picked up the paper, shook it, and laid it flat on the table with some inexplicable changes.

"What the **** is this ..."

Lin Sheng looked complicated.

He was 100% sure at this time that something was wrong with his dream.

The white paper on the table, with black characters on a white background, was clearly written.

‘Class 2 swordsman, Ravel ’s book’

"The second-level swordsman ... this is ..." Lin Sheng felt that his worldview had been unprecedentedly subverted.

He was silent, quickly crumpled up all the translated paper, then got up and quickly opened the door.

The living room was dark, and neither of the parents had returned yet.

He took a deep breath, walked quickly to the kitchen, and wet the paper ball with a tap.

In the rushing sound of water, Lin Sheng watched as the handwriting in the paper ball quickly blurred, soaked, and eventually turned into a faint black, and he could see nothing.

He threw the soaked paper into the trash can, then dried his hands, left the kitchen, and returned to the bedroom.

Without washing, Lin Sheng took off his clothes and socks and got into the bed.

He was anxious to test, wanted to go back to the dream of yesterday, and remembered a little bit of content to see if the book really could be read.

And the nightmare before ... Do you not know if it will continue today?

"I hope I can still get into that dream ..." Lin Sheng had some expectations in mind.

He completely lost his previous fear, closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and emptied his brain.

Time passed little by little.

Lin Sheng's consciousness gradually began to blur. In the midst of ambiguity, he seemed to hear the security door of the living room opened by a key, and someone came in.

There was no talking, nothing else.

Footsteps soon came from the corridor, and then his bedroom door was pushed open.

Someone stood at the door of the bedroom and stared at him for a moment. He could clearly feel that the other person was standing at the door, staring at him inexplicably.

"Is it Mom and Dad?" Lin Sheng speculated murmurly.

But soon, he didn't even know when the other party would leave. Consciousness fell asleep.

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Gloomy manor.

Lin Sheng stood quietly in the hall, beside the fireplace with half-human heads. At the front is a rectangular dining table lined with shabby tablecloths.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked around.

"I ... come back again?"

Lin Sheng felt a little incredible.

He thought he would have the nightmare before, and he was ready to fight against that nightmare.

Unexpectedly, he came here again.

"Here, is it ...?" Lin Shengqiong searched all his memories, but couldn't find any content of the manor in front of him.

"Dreams are logically supposed to be places I've seen before.

Many dreams are made up of scenery, people and other elements I have seen before, but now, I have no sense of familiarity in this place ... "Lin Sheng frowned.

He looked down at himself.

He is still wearing a long gray underwear. This is what he wore before going to bed.

"Even the hanging lines are restored?" Lin Sheng raised his right hand, and the clothes on his elbow were hooked with a thin line, which are perfectly presented here.

He paused, moved decisively and walked straight towards the study.

He has visited the rest of the manor, and now he is most interested in the study, especially the book opened on the table.

Quickly opened the wooden door, Lin Sheng quickly returned to the study he left last time.

The study is the same as before.

Two mahogany bookshelves were filled with books, a stack of books was stacked on a low wooden table, a candlestick was placed, and a large book opened.

Lin Sheng stepped closer, sat down at the low table, and looked down carefully at the contents of the book.

The dense text and graphics are very clear.

"It's so real .... it's like it's not dreaming."

To determine if he was dreaming, he reached out and squeezed the corners of the wooden table.

The sense of touch is still the same as before, just like a very thick cotton cloth, and the edges are not sharp.

It just surprised him that the touch of the test this time was much more real and delicate than the touch in the dream.

"..." Withdrawing his hand, Lin Sheng refocused on the book in front of him.

Large sections of Gulene text made him a headache.

"I don't have a strong memory. I can write down a little bit at a time. How long does it take to read a page in this way?" Lin Sheng was speechless.

After thinking about it, he still decided to leave everything else alone and translate a little bit. Maybe he would become proficient after turning it over.

"It seems that I still have to return to my old profession." His previous life was engaged in the translation of ancient texts.

Fortunately, the ancient Rennes script, in this world's status, is equivalent to the ancient English of the Earth's period, although it is more obscure, but it can still be roughly translated.

Lin Sheng has done a good job in this area.

"Just learn one more foreign language. If this book can really read ..."

Lin Sheng's expectation and curiosity squeezed out like Quan Chung.

He was really very very curious.

What exactly is recorded in this dream ancient book.

Is it really like the cover record, about ancient swordsmanship?

Moreover, if this book can be read, can there be so many books on the shelf as well as a single translation?

Lin Sheng's heart was like countless ants crawling and itching.

After deciding, he began to remember the first page of the book again.

That book was also the book he had memorized last time, and this time it was the first page, and I checked it carefully.

A little bit of time passes.

Lin Sheng repeatedly memorized a short paragraph of the first page by light sources that did not know where it came from.

Without knowing the meaning of the content, it is extremely difficult to memorize a whole paragraph of ancient text.

However, Lin Sheng did this in his previous life. He has rich experience. Soon, he hard-coded a whole paragraph of the first page according to his own skills.