Without a sound, a black thread rose from the rotten swordsman's body, flew towards Lin Sheng with a swish, and quickly penetrated into his chest.
Lin Sheng's head sank suddenly, and he felt a large mess of screen information, as if he was stuffing it into a suitcase full of things.
He felt his headache was splitting, and the sweat was seeping out of his body like he didn't want money.
After three full breaths, Lin Sheng barely suppressed his headache and scanned his surroundings left and right.
Surprisingly, three rotten swordsmen slowly appeared from all around, moving towards him.
"Damn"
He turned around and ran.
Before leaving, he glanced at the street lamp. There were three directions engraved on the lamp post, one of which was Black Feather City, the other was Ravel Manor, and there was Black Swamp.
After getting some memory fragments, Lin Sheng felt that the most convenient thing was the language.
Now, at least he won't run around like a headless chicken like in the beginning.
In the darkness, Lin Sheng ran wildly all the way, headed straight towards the road in the direction of Heiyu City.
He didn't know how many dangers he was alarmed by him around the sides, and he couldn't care about it at all. It was important to hold on until the memory was accepted.
After running for more than ten breaths, when Lin Sheng's physical strength was about to fail, he finally finished receiving the memory fragments in his head.
"Mercenary woman, drink and gamble" Lin Sheng quickly glanced at the memory images he got.
To his regret, the memory content obtained this time does not have much about the battle. Mostly junk memories from life.
The owner of the memory seems to be a wandering mercenary, he will go wherever the price is high.
The money earned is either used to gamble or find prostitutes. Or else go drink and brag.
Memory is full of useless information.
Lin Sheng was full of expectations at first, but now it seems.
"It's not always possible to meet a good person like Ravel"
Fortunately, although he doesn't have much combat memory, the mercenary's memory still contains a little muscle memory. A little about the use and exercise of basic strokes.
"It's not a waste of time." After running for a while, Lin Sheng felt that there was no sound behind him, so he stopped slowly.
He was standing in a dark driveway at this moment.
A faint gray mist filled the surroundings, and for a moment he couldn't even tell whether he was stepping on the ground or not.
The driveway was flanked by dim rows of wooden fences.
These wooden fences are intermittent and tattered, and some rags of unknown purpose are hung on some sides.
Lin Sheng clenched the black sword tightly, and continued to walk forward while carefully sorting out the memory of the mercenary he just saw.
Although most of it is scum, there are very few details, and if you dig deep, you can still get a lot of information.
"The sudden cold wind and heavy fog have infected everyone with some unknown disease." Lin Sheng frowned.
Soon, he found another familiar name, Lasabel.
"It seems to be the third blacksmith shop in Black Feather City"
Lin Sheng quickly searched for the route to Lasabel, but unfortunately the mercenary's incomplete memory did not have this content.
For a few more minutes I walked along the dark driveway.
Gradually, a gray and white wide building full of black holes appeared in front of it.
"It seems to be a city gate." Lin Sheng paused hesitantly, "This should be the Black Feather City that Ravel mentioned."
He looked straight ahead and was about to lift his foot and continue on his way. Suddenly a faint throb came to my heart.
"It's just right when I wake up. I need to spend some time carefully digging out the mercenary's memory fragments."
Lin Sheng stood where he was, and finally looked at the huge and dark city in front of him. His eyes suddenly went dark, and he lost consciousness immediately.
Slowly sat up from the bed.
Lin Sheng tugged at his soaked underwear, feeling a little helpless.
"I have to do my own laundry again." There is no fully automatic washing machine these days, so I can only wash it manually, which is a lot of trouble.
He got out of bed and quietly borrowed