Nightmare’s Call

Click.

Lin Sheng gently turned the huge **** on the door, and the metal hatch opened slowly.

The door opened outward, exposing the same gray-black metal passageway.

The walls of the channel also have gray veins like blood vessels.

Lin Sheng went out and looked around.

Both sides are surrounded by straight narrow metal channels. There are also forks on both sides of the passage leading to other places.

This is a well-connected place.

"It seems to be in a certain base? Or in a spaceship?" Lin Sheng tried to let go of his perception and explore a certain range around him.

With his current strength, let go of perception completely, and without any obstruction, he can master all the movements within 50 meters.

Farther away is the decreasing distance from the distance. And within these 50 meters, it is the range in which he can absolutely grasp it with extreme precision.

Just to his disappointment, the air was filled with some inexplicable anxiety and twisted waves.

These fluctuations are extremely secretive. They are like countless viral bacteria floating in the air, or more like spores.

Lin Sheng reached out his hand and gently touched the air in front of him.

There was a tiny tiny transparent dot floating in the air.

As soon as this little point touched his protective finger, he quickly squirmed and released a lot of small white roots, trying to penetrate into Lin Sheng's finger skin.

"Sure enough ... This is a long-destroyed place of death ..." Lin Sheng felt a little bit and knew clearly what this little thing was.

This is a very small parasitic microorganism.

They seem to be able to parasite on living bodies. Look at these roots that grow out of secretion, it should be some kind of evil in order to devour flesh and blood to sustain monsters.

"Sense can't be released too far, there are too many spores ..." Lin Sheng frowned slightly. The spores were densely packed throughout the space. Just a few meters from his eyes, he could sense tens of millions of small spores.

They are like dust and dust, floating in the air quietly, and once they encounter a living thing, they will fly madly, giving birth to roots and parasites.

Lin Sheng slowly moved forward. He didn't rush to clean the spores, but just moved the finger forward slowly after clearing the one on his finger.

When you arrive at any place, you don't have to make a fuss first, but you must find out the truth and tell the truth.

This is his experience after so many dreams.

After all, there is such a powerful existence in the dream as a demigod. Don't talk about demigods. If you suddenly encounter a powerful divine metamorphosis like the abuser Aisha, I am afraid that he can't easily defeat it now.

To this day, Lin Sheng dare not easily die in a dream.

Weak hour death is not yet felt, but in this realm, who knows what negative effects there will be after the dream death.

So it can be avoided as much as possible.

Lin Sheng walked left along the passage towards the direction of the sound of the piano, and walked silently step by step.

After walking along the passage for hundreds of meters, a slightly larger round exit appeared on the right.

Outside the exit is an empty, metal hall with countless gray ducts.

There are glass culture tanks standing up to five or six meters in layers around the hall.

Through the culture tank, you can clearly see the gray-black liquid inside the tumble flow.

The entire hall is more than ten meters high, and there are many black cables running around in the air.

The ceiling is a huge diamond-shaped complex pattern.

There is a little green light shining in the middle of the pattern, which is the only light source here.

Lin Sheng looked away and looked at his feet.

It was sticky under the feet, and it seemed to be sprinkled with a lot of oil.

He didn't bother much, and continued to approach the piano.

Enter this hall and turn around a corner.

He saw from a distance that at the same position as an indoor flower bed in the hall, there was a man with a light blue light all over his body, playing a stringed instrument like a hand and gently playing.

The man lowered his head and could not see his face. Just looking at the facial lines, it seems that they are not too young.

His hair was gray and he was wearing a sci-fi sense of body, and seemed to be as close-fitting as a space astronaut. The whole body is only available in white and gray tones.

Just don't know why, Lin Sheng always felt that he couldn't understand the details of this man.

He was hazy all over, as if shrouded in a layer of fog.

And perception is hindered by the countless spores in the air, and it is impossible to spread a few meters away.

Thinking of this, Lin Sheng moved forward, wanted to get closer, and tried to contact this person.

What just surprised him was that he had just moved a few steps forward, and the man's figure slowly began to fade and dissipate.

The sound of the piano is getting smaller and lighter, and finally it is inaudible and disappears completely.

Everything is calm again.

"Eh? Disappeared?" Lin Sheng glanced left and right, flicking his fingers, and suddenly twirled a wave of twists and waves across his fingertips, suddenly crossing more than half of the distance, falling in front of the man.

Click ...

Under the effect of twisting protection, that metal area cracked and bent quickly, as if pinched by a large hand and twisted vigorously.

Seeing that there were no problems, Lin Sheng also put his heart down and lifted his footsteps. He suddenly turned into a streamer and fell to the edge of the flowerbed in an instant.

"There is no human breath here ...... that guy, is it not a living person? It is a special existence like a soul?"

Lin Sheng perception searched the surrounding traces and found nothing left.

"There is no breath of soul power, it should not be a soul body."

As he thought about it, he heard another small sound of playing the piano in his ear.

The voice came from another place this time.

Without any hesitation, Lin Sheng probably figured out the threat level here, his body flickered and he swept away quickly.

His speed was so fast that it seemed like a ghost in the hall, and from one end to the other in an instant.

Rush into a channel where sound came out.

Lin Sheng slowed down and converged to fluctuate. quickly. In front of the door of a room at the end of the passage, a gray-haired man with blue light was sitting on the ground.

He still lowered his head and focused on the stringed instrument in his hand. It seems that Lin Sheng has not been found at all.

This time Lin Sheng didn't hesitate at all. After the rapid and divine integration, he was fast to an amazing degree.

With just a moment of thought, he blinked across tens of meters and suddenly pulled closer to the man.

But he moved closer, and the man disappeared faster.

Rather than retreating, it was more like being approached by him, and squeezing away.

When Lin Sheng arrived at the door instantly, the man disappeared again, and the sound of the piano disappeared again.

"Disappeared again?" Lin Sheng looked surprised. If the first time is a coincidence, and the past is also said, then the second time, he has taken out his fastest speed, but he still failed to catch up with the other party.

This is obviously not accidental.

He looked up at the metal gate in front of him.

On the lintel was a hanging black corpse. The corpse was like a relief, and the back was inlaid with links to the gate.

He spread his hands, his face full of pain, his legs down from his knees, and all of them disappeared, as if cut off.