A dim mist filled the surroundings of the manor.
Lin Sheng held the black sword and walked slowly along the right side of the carriageway.
From time to time, gravel and dried grass roots were stepped on, making a small crackling sound.
There was also the movement of leaves shaking with the wind on both sides.
Lin Sheng glanced at the two sides, and there was a dark dense forest on the left and right, with black branches shaking unceasingly, as if something might rush out of the darkness at any moment.
Directly ahead, a solitary street lamp post stood at a Y-shaped fork, and a rickety black oil lamp was hung on the post.
Under the oil lamp, two shriveled and pitch-black corpses were standing back to back, leaning against the street lamp with their heads tilted.
The two corpses were wearing black clothes, their faces could not be seen clearly, only the messy white hair covered their heads like weeds.
Lin Sheng paused, and slowly approached with his sword in hand.
There was an open space around the street lamp, and the wind was blowing.
The closer he got, the more inexplicably lonely Lin Sheng felt. Like a person standing in the middle of an empty football field with nothing around.
"It's at least four or five hundred meters away from the manor, so I shouldn't encounter that monster that killed me once again."
Lin Sheng knew very well that his weight, the speed and strength of that monster were far from what he could match.
Now, although he has obtained part of Ravel's memory, his real strength is still very weak.
One is that his physical fitness has not changed, and his strength and speed are still the same.
The second is that what he got was only Ravel's memory fragments, and he only mastered a piercing technique, and this is only the most basic of the basic moves.
"In terms of real strength, in Ravel's environment, I may not even be considered a qualified reserve fighter." Lin Sheng smiled wryly.
But when he thought that he might get memory fragments by killing the monster, he was filled with anticipation.
Holding the sword, he approached slowly step by step vigilantly.
Go all the way to less than one meter away from the corpse.
Lin Sheng poked the corpse's arm with the tip of his sword.
Snapped.
A corpse fell sideways, its head gurgling and rolling off its neck. revealing a dagger he had hidden back.
"Too dead." Lin Sheng narrowed his eyes, and picked up the dagger with the tip of his sword.
With a snap, the dagger rolled out and fell to the muddy ground beside it.
hiss
Suddenly, a familiar hiss sound came from Lin Sheng's right side.
His eyes widened, and he immediately looked in the direction of the sound.
In the darkness, a monster with a black sword growing from its right arm slowly limped towards him.
The monster's head was covered with a white turban, and blood stains seeped out. The exposed skin on the neck and arms was covered with festering pustules.
"Again." Lin Sheng clenched the black sword tightly and focused on it.
With Ravel's incomplete memory, he felt that he could try to fight this monster head-on.
"Sneak attack can't solve the problem. I have to face this kind of predicament sooner or later." Lin Sheng sighed, holding the sword in both hands, and slowly raised it up to his ear.
hiss
The Rotten Swordsman is getting closer and closer.
Lin Sheng became more concentrated.
call
Suddenly a gust of wind blows past.
Lin Sheng slashed down in an instant, and the black sword made a sharp piercing sound in the dark night, and slashed straight at the rotten swordsman's neck.
If this blow hits, it will definitely cause a one-hit kill. Although the rotten swordsman is powerful and good at swordsmanship, his body is rotten and extremely fragile. Once hit, it's basically useless.
The Rotten Swordsman didn't sit still. It raised the black sword in its hand, drew an arc, and hit Lin Sheng's blade.
clang.
Lin Shengjian was swung to the outside, and Ravel's battle memory came into play.
He took advantage of the situation and moved to the right to avoid the attack of the rotten swordsman.
"die."
Lin Sheng held the sword in both hands and followed the trend. Attempt to cut off the opponent's wrist.
clang.
Another muffled sound, this