Nightmare’s Call

Walking to an intersection and crossing the zebra crossing, a few small sparrows suddenly flew from the wire above Lin Sheng's head.

The chirp chirp sound is very clear and sweet.

Lin Sheng felt that the hotness in his heart seemed to be better.

He stood under the wire and looked up at the little sparrow above.

But just as he raised his head, the sparrows on the wires felt as if they were electrocuted, their hairs exploded, and they screamed and fled away.

It felt like someone gave them a blow with a stick.

"It's too exaggerated." Lin Sheng was helpless, lowered his head, and just walked on the deserted street, blowing the cold wind, which made him feel better.

It was getting darker and darker.

After walking a few kilometers, Lin Sheng felt a little better in consciousness, and his body seemed to be calmer. Only then can I be in the mood to care about where I am.

At this moment, a slender string sound came from the right side not far away.

The soft and rhythmic crisp music made Lin Sheng feel like a clear spring was flowing through his heart, and the volcanic state that could erupt at any time was quickly brought under control.

His heart moved, and he walked quickly in the direction of the music.

Soon, beside a cake shop, I found the source of the music—a simple piano shop called Yinfei.

The store is not big, only occupying two widths of ordinary storefronts. The position of the plaque above is painted black all over, and four large characters are hung with white woodcuts: Yinfei Qinxing.

The door is a transparent glass door, and there is a leaflet on the door: long-term enrollment, 20% off the tuition fee at the end of the year.

There is a display board on the ground outside the door, which says: Karna piano, Hyde piano, Viesman violin, Kahn harp, etc. We have all the authentic goods.

Lin Sheng walked to the glass door, looked inside through the glass.

Several children, the youngest being seven or eight years old, and the oldest twelve or thirteen years old, are carefully demonstrating and playing their own music under the guidance of a girl in white clothes with short hair.

On the other side of the shop, there are various banjos, flutes, harps, etc. of different sizes and colors.

There is also a black medium-sized piano in the corner, and two couples who look like customers are standing in front of the piano and chatting softly.

From time to time, some clumsy and crisp music wafted from the shop, but it was this kind of clumsy music that made Lin Sheng's heart involuntarily calm down.

"Music?"

He was silent for a while, standing in front of the store quietly watching the little guys playing the piano inside.

Although his current age is actually eighteen or nineteen years old. Not much older than these kids.

It's just his body shape. Originally, because of his recent exercise, his body has become a lot stronger. Now in the half-dragon state, it is even bigger than before.

At this time, Lin Sheng was standing in front of the piano shop. He was nearly two meters tall, and his body was as strong as a rock. In addition, he had the natural subtle dragon power of half a dragon.

Just standing in place can make passersby retreat.

Lin Sheng didn't care how much pressure he would bring to other people.

After standing for a while, he finally reached out to push the door and walked into the piano store.

The woman in charge of teaching the piano glanced at him, and was slightly shocked by his exaggerated strong figure. But after a few more glances, she continued to teach a few children to practice.

A female shop assistant in a dark green apron approached, raised her head politely and smiled at Lin Sheng.

"Is there anything I can do for you? Would you like to see a banjo, a banjo, a violin, or a harp?"

"I'll just take a look." Lin Sheng could feel his half-dragon form relax under the influence of the music.

But not enough!

He needs more, more clear and quiet music.

He walked past the banjos hanging on the wall, running his fingers over them one by one.

Among the large number of memory fragments absorbed, all the music-related parts were screened out one after another.

Soon, he walked in front of a pale golden harp that was only as long as an adult's forearm.

Seeing this, the clerk at the side quickly stepped forward to finish.

"This is a Saar harp. It is different from most harps. The Saar harp is very small. Although the sound is not as melodious as a large harp, it is better in crisp rhythm."

"Really?" Lin Sheng reached out to take off the light golden harp. He recalled in his mind the way he had seen the blood-blue harp in his dream in Xuefeng Castle.

This Saar harp only needs a little modification, and it seems that it can be transformed into the blood blue harp in the records.

Both are very similar in size and appearance.

Lin Sheng stretched out his hand and closed his eyes.

The small and exquisite harp is in stark contrast to his huge body.

With a flick of your fingertips.

Ding.

A burst of crisp and pleasant piano sound suddenly spread in the piano shop.

Among the memories Lin Sheng absorbed, there was a soldier in heavy armor who liked the harp the most. No matter how heavy the war mission is, he will find time to play a song for himself every day.

That soldier came from the ancient Kingdom of Mituo, where there used to be the most luxuriant countless forests, the most delicious massive fruits, and countless lush green vegetation.

It's a pity that in the memory of the soldiers, the Mituo Kingdom has long since sunk in the long river of history, buried by wind and sand, and disappeared.

Lin Sheng closed his eyes and recalled carefully, the ancient songs from the soldier's memory, accompanied by his somewhat unfamiliar fingering, slowly washed away in the piano shop.

As the ancient quiet music spread, Lin Sheng's spirit and body gradually returned to normal under the influence of this tranquility.

The high temperature and blazing heat in his body seemed to be watered by an incomparably cold spring water, making his whole body cool and comfortable.

This sense of comfort almost made Lin Sheng forget that he was in the piano shop, not resting.

After finishing a piece of music, Lin Sheng let go of the strings.

"I want this harp." He handed the Thrall harp to the stunned shop assistant.

"well!"

The clerk came back to his senses and quickly replied.

He had never heard the piece just now. That old sad, quiet and distant style made him feel calm when he listened closely.

When he came back to his senses, he remembered that the one who played the harp just now was actually a strong man who was a head taller than him. It was obviously such a soft piano sound.

In another corner of the store, the boys and girls who were practicing the piano, as well as the teacher who was teaching the piano practice, also looked at Lin Sheng in surprise.

It's not because he plays it very well, but because no one has heard this piece before, and Lin Sheng is two meters tall, with a strong physique like a bear, and holds a small and delicate pale gold harp.

The contrast of this picture is really strong.

The young couple on the side looked at Lin Sheng with admiration. Their aura looked like professionals who specialize in music.

These days, there are too few people who can play the Saar harp so smoothly, and who can also substitute their own feelings. Not to mention Lin Sheng is so young.

After paying the money, Lin Sheng refused the couple's initiative to communicate and left the piano shop directly.

After he played a song, he felt that the half-dragon form on his body was slowly fading away, and the previously inflated body was also slowly shrinking and recovering.

He plans to go back and modify the harp to make a blood-blue harp that can exercise his own holy power.