"and many more!" Matsushiro Kento squinted his eyes and listened for a while, then suddenly realized: "Did you hear any sound from the ceiling?" ceiling? The crowd was puzzled and subconsciously looked up at the ceiling. Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom. There were rhythmic knocking sounds coming from the ceiling, and the sound was eerily synchronized with the knocking sounds coming from the cell phone. "Arai, your mother is hiding in the ceiling?" Oda swallowed and said some trash talk to cover up his fear. "Hang up now!" Kento Matsushiro shouted sternly. Arai's face was pale and he frantically operated the phone. At the last second before the phone was hung up, a child's laughter suddenly came from it.
Everyone retreated carefully and kept a distance from Arai. Their faces were all pale, with expressions of fear and anxiety. What Gu Wei had said about the past of this house once again emerged in their minds. "Guwei! You bastard!" Someone couldn't stand it any longer and rushed towards Guwei: "You tricked us here, do you want to kill us?" “I, I, I, I….” Gu Wei's lips trembled, and he couldn't say anything to refute. He was also scared to death. "This place is so fucking weird, let's go!" "How can we go in such heavy rain?" "Guwei you bastard!!" The crowd was noisy. "Everyone, be quiet!" Morita Shigehei's face turned pale, and he slammed the table hard. "I don't believe there are ghosts in this world. It must be a coincidence, Kento, what do you think?" He looked at Kento Matsushiro expectantly. The two of them made eye contact and quickly understood each other's meaning. Don't mess around at this time! "I heard that in thunderstorms like this, communication signals will become disordered and occasionally connect to other signal terminals." Matsushiro Kento calmed his mind and began to make up stories: "So, this is a normal phenomenon." He is the smartest person in the group, and when he says this, the others can only half believe it. But the atmosphere at this moment was no longer as cheerful as before. Everyone huddled together, not daring to play with their phones or to chat. They just prayed that the rain would pass quickly. Pray that they can return to their normal lives. "Hey, Taro! Go to the bathroom with me."
"You won't go by yourself?" "I, I... Can't you just accompany me? At worst, I can let you play with my new game console for two days!" "make a deal!" The two went to the toilet together. "I'll be waiting for you at the door." Taro said, "Hurry up." Seeing his companion squatting at the door, the man felt relieved and released himself happily. "Taro, how come Lin Yuansheng suddenly became so powerful?" "Actually, this is all Morita's fault. He was the one who started bullying Lin Yuansheng!" "Oh! I don't even know how to tell my dad about transferring schools. Do you think if I apologize to Lin Yuansheng, will he forgive me?" This guy was sitting on the toilet, talking nonsense. It is a way to kill time and relieve tension. But soon, he noticed something strange. Taro hadn't spoken a word since responding to him twice before. It was quiet outside the door, and there was a deathly silence. "Taro, Taro?" He called out carefully twice: "Don't scare me, speak!" He wiped his butt hurriedly and pushed the door open carefully. The corridor was quiet and his companion Taro was no longer there. ... "Taro is missing?!" Kento Matsushiro looked scary. "I asked him to go to the bathroom with me, and he suddenly disappeared!" "There are ghosts, there are really ghosts in this place!" "I want to go home, I want to go home... I don't want to stay here anymore, I want to go home!" The completely frightened bad boy screamed, ran out of the house and rushed into the heavy rain. "Guwei!!" Shigehei Morita roared at his companion's back. "go!" Matsushiro Kento made the final decision with a punch: "Let's find Furuo and get out of here!" At this time, no one cared whether the rain was heavy or not. Knowing that they could leave this strange house, everyone became excited and hurried to pack up. Then-- "what!!"
A shrill scream suddenly exploded. Everyone's face turned pale and they rushed towards the source of the scream, only to see one of their companions collapsed on the ground, trembling and pointing at the dark corner of the stairwell, his face full of fear. The accumulated water in that dead corner slowly spread out, and there was a figure sitting inside facing them. As the crowd approached, the figure staggered and fell out from the shadows. "Guwei..." Kento Matsushiro, who came over upon hearing the sound, suddenly narrowed his eyes. The figure turned out to be Gu Wei who had just walked in the rain. However, he had now become a soaked corpse, with an expression of fear frozen on his face that had been soaked by the rain. It was as if he saw something horrible before he died! Boom! Thunder rumbled outside the house, and deathly silence fell inside the house. ... ... 'Skills: Indiscriminate Fighting Heavenly Path Style - Swordsmanship Level 1 → Swordsmanship Level 2 (↑)' 'Free attribute points: 8→6' In the warm trunk of the car, Lin Yuansheng groaned and felt a tearing pain in his arm and thigh muscles. But this pain was far less than the initial increase a few days ago and was still within his tolerance. As the pain came, more memories came to his mind. That was the experience of fighting hundreds of real sword battles, escaping death and winning in danger every time. "really...." Lin Yuansheng let out a deep breath and sweated profusely. He pulled at his slightly tight collar and looked at the bulging muscles under his clothes. He had a deeper understanding of the operating mode of the Fengling Modifier. Previously, the reaction from level 0 to level 1 was so big. This is because upgrading a skill does not just require him to master the skill, but also requires him to transform his body. Just like those false memories, Lin Yuansheng mastered this skill through unremitting efforts, day after day, practicing hard in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer. Therefore, Feng Ling needs to transform his body so that it can skip the long process of quantitative change and complete qualitative change. And now the second addition point, There is less transformation on the body and more on the increase of combat experience. This also means that Lin Yuansheng has practiced the Tiandao swordsmanship to the brutal stage of real sword combat.
Physical fitness is no longer the main issue at this stage. The most important thing is practical experience. “This is level 2.” Lin Yuansheng clenched his fists. He could see the calluses on his palms, which were the marks left by years of tightly gripping the hilt of the sword. I originally thought that level 1 and level 2 of the skill were the same as in reality, divided according to the kendo ranks. But now it seems, The level determined by the Wind Spirit is more in line with the proficiency in the game. And 'Level 2' has allowed Lin Yuansheng to transcend the framework of kendo ranks and reach the level of real sword duel pursued by the ancient sword masters. Tian Dao Qian has been completely surpassed by him. In the entire Tiandao Liu Dojo, except for the owner whose background is still unclear, no one can surpass his attainments in Tiandao Liu - swordsmanship. "Level 2 is already so exaggerated, what about level 3 and level 4?" Lin Yuansheng stared at the panel. He felt that his body could still withstand the impact of one more skill upgrade, and he also wanted to know what level Tiandao Liu - Swordsmanship could eventually reach? "Feng Ling, add some more!" 'Free attribute points: 6→2' 'Skills: Undiscriminating Combat Heavenly Path Style - Swordsmanship Level 2 → Swordsmanship Level 3' "Uhhhhh!!" Lin Yuansheng arched his back in pain, his whole body turned red like a braised prawn, with steam rising from it. Chapter 15 Haunted House 4 Tiandao Liudao Pavilion. Tian Daoqian was alone, practicing swordplay in the empty dojo. Due to weather reasons, she sent her disciples home early, but she herself continued to practice her family swordsmanship in the dojo without any rest. "Xiao Qian~" The sliding wooden door of the dojo was opened a tiny crack, and the wind and rain outside poured in through the crack. The owner of the museum poked his head in through the door. That serious face, now forced into an exaggerated smile, looked particularly funny. "Father." Tian Daoqian took off her mask helplessly. "Oops!" The gym owner shivered as he squeezed into the dojo, then turned around and closed the door, shutting out the cold wind and rain.
"I came to see my lovely daughter." The owner of the museum came forward happily. "Please don't disturb my practice, father!" Tian Daoqian used a bamboo sword to stop the shameless owner of the hall: "I haven't completed my practice plan for today." "The right way is to combine work and rest. Pushing yourself so hard every day will be very hard!"