Nightmare’s Call

If the temple wants to develop, now is the best time.

All the top experts in the school were transferred outside, leaving only a few people to guard them.

And the people guarding this point happened to be hit hard by the attack of the cult organization. At this time, the healing effect of the holy power will definitely have a great effect.

Thinking of this, Lin Sheng slowly closed his eyes, and began to recuperate the mental weakness caused by being killed just now.

Up to now, his spirit is weak after one death, and he can recover within two hours at most. However, it still takes a day for the dream to cool down.

After a night without words, Lin Sheng was completely immersed in the state of meditating on the gray seal.

Over the next few days.

Lin Sheng occasionally went back to the school and workshop to check the situation, but most of the time, he was collecting and trying to fight against the red-haired woman.

What made him very troublesome was that the large amount of explosives he had buried could not be ignited at all under the influence of the red-haired woman's extremely cold air.

He also tried chemical poison gas, but it was completely ineffective.

He even tried to borrow powerful fel energy from the school warehouse to modify guns.

These modified firearms have an effect that ordinary firearms cannot match, that is, they are extremely lethal to extraordinary people.

But it's a pity that the bullets fired by the gun were cut into pieces by several swords before the woman came two meters away.

Another two days passed.

Lin Sheng went up to fight the battle of attrition himself, and after a dozen moves, he was killed in seconds. Finally decided to do the big ticket.

But against extraordinary people, especially the extremely powerful ones, the effect of ordinary weapons is already very weak.

Therefore, Lin Sheng set his mind on the powerful fel weapons that the school had stockpiled.

Ordinary evil energy transformation weapons are also open to students. But for truly powerful lethal weapons, even ordinary mentors need to submit an application in advance.

Hard to reach.

Therefore, a long-term plan is needed.

a week later.

Lin Sheng investigated and found out the information he needed. At the same time, the entire living villa area was transformed into holy land.

The outside of the villa is also covered with high-power lighting to prevent the holy soil from emitting faint fluorescence and attracting the attention of outsiders.

With everything ready, Lin Sheng was a little tired.

He was in a state of tension for a long time, and he continued to die and was killed many times in a row. He also needs to relax a little bit and calm down.

After coming out of the basement, feeding the three captives.

Lin Sheng arranged for a few red armored soldiers to stand guard, while he wandered around for a while, and found a familiar noodle restaurant to sit down.

Huang's Noodle House.

Lin Sheng is a regular customer here. Usually when I am hungry, I will come to solve lunch.

Eating pasta for lunch has basically become Lin Sheng's recent habit.

The noodle shop is very small, with only six yellow wooden tables, and the benches can still accommodate two people, and the wood is a little cracked.

In the rectangular shop, menus are posted on the walls on both sides, with the prices of various dishes marked on them.

Lin Sheng skillfully sat down at the table by the door.

"Boss, a bowl of hot and sour beef noodles, add spicy and egg."

"No problem." The boss is an uncle in his forties, wearing a soft white round cap on his head, a clean white apron around his body, and plastic gloves on his hands. He looks honest and honest.

His wife and teenage daughter help out in the shop.

The young and pretty girl is always dressed in a light blue clerk uniform, her small buttocks are upright and tight, wrapped in white jeans, her beautiful legs are tightly closed without a single gap. It is very eye-catching.

Among the male customers sitting in the store, some of them could not help but secretly glance at the girl.

But this place belongs to the bustling area of ​​the city, and no one dares to really harass others. On the contrary, it is because of this beautiful scenery, which slightly increases the popularity of the shop.

It was only after Lin Sheng got to know the boss well that he knew how difficult it was for this family.

The boss's wife remarried later, and her ex-wife owed a lot of gambling debts, which caused the creditors to chase after her. There was no way to pay the debts, so the family had to leave their hometown and come to Mijia.

It's a pity that they are not familiar with the place, and they are not very proficient in the language. Let alone the written word or something.

My daughter barely managed to get into school for a few years, but she couldn't keep up with the progress and was bullied by the school. In desperation, she had to drop out of school.

Otherwise, whose children have been helping in the store since they were more than ten years old?

Lin Sheng took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder. This kind of pasta originated from Celine is also one of the sources of his sense of belonging to Celine.

Because pasta was also one of his favorite foods in his previous life.

Soon, the girl slowly walked over with a huge brown bowl that took up half the size of the table, and placed it on Lin Sheng's table.

"Your face is here. It's extra large."

Lin Sheng nodded, inserted his chopsticks into the slightly scalding fragrant soup, picked up a large sandwich of noodles, stirred them, wrapped them around the chopsticks, and put them into his mouth.

There are not many people eating noodles in the shop, except for him, there are only three.

Normally, Lin Sheng would not pay attention to other noodle customers in the store, but one of the three today caught his attention.

This is a girl with long hair wearing a high school girl's uniform.

She was sitting alone in the corner, her long hair was hanging down, her clothes seemed a little wet, her hair was disheveled, and she looked a little embarrassed.

Others eat noodles with their heads down while they are hot, and they stuff them into their mouths with chopsticks.

But she was sitting on the seat, holding the bowl with both hands, motionless, as if the surface of the bowl was a mirror, carefully looking at herself inside.

"Tao Zi, the noodles at table number three, quickly bring them over." The owner's wife called from inside.

The noodle shop owner's daughter is Tao Zi, she responded crisply, ran over to carry the noodles, and sent them to table three. On the way back, I passed the long-haired female high school student.

Taozi is very envious of these girls who can go to school. Seeing this girl looking down at the noodle bowl, she heard faint crying.

"My sister, when you are sad, there is nothing more comforting than eating a bowl of hot noodles."

She comforted in a low voice, gently took out a tissue from her pocket, and put it beside the female high school student.

Snapped.

Suddenly her hand was grabbed.

The pale palm of the female high school student held Tao Zi's hand tightly, and the veins on the back of her hand were exposed, which looked a little scary.

Tao Zi was taken aback and trembled all over. But she quickly restrained herself and stabilized her emotions.

"This sister. It's okay. It's okay. Everything will pass. Think about it. It'll be fine."

She felt that her hand was tightly held by the other's hand, and the other's body temperature was abnormally cold, like ice.

Suddenly, the female high school student began to sob softly with her head bowed.

Her cry was very small, at first it was only the cry of mosquitoes, and then it gradually became clearer.

Tao Zi saw her tears dripping into the noodle bowl from time to time. I can't help but feel that I feel the same way.

She kept comforting the girl, but after talking for a while, Taozi suddenly felt something was wrong.

The light in the noodle shop seemed to be dimmed, and there were some voices around just now, but now there is no sound at all.

Mom and Dad used to call her Duan Mian every once in a while, but now it has been at least five minutes, and there is no sound at all.

"Sister, I still have to help. Eat slowly. I'll come back later." Tao Zi panicked.

She looked up and looked around.

The entrance to the kitchen at the end was dark, and the lights inside seemed to have dimmed a lot. Just changed the light bulb.

The old mother who was sitting at the door of the kitchen and responsible for collecting the money disappeared at this time, leaving only a red lacquered chair standing there alone.

The old man's busy voice was still there, but for some reason, those familiar clinking sounds of bowls and chopsticks were now a little palpitating.

Taozi looked down at the high school girl again.

The other party's black hair hung down, covering her face, and she sat motionless on the seat, but the hand was holding her hand more and more tightly, and it hurt more and more.

"Sister, can you let go? My hand hurts from being scratched by you." Tao Zi asked in a low voice.

The female high school student didn't move, just sat there quietly, not even crying. Like a realistic wax figure.