55 The Gain: Part 1

Lin Sheng finally obtained a unit of deer blood. He brought it out of the farmhouse and went straight to the hospital without any delay.

Blue Cherry Blossom Private Children's Hospital was the largest private hospital in Huaisha.

That was the target of his rush.

Lin Sheng got in a taxi and began to figure out where to hold the ritual.

"Certainly not in the city. If I get caught, I won't be able to explain it. People will think that I was doing some kind of cult ritual." Lin Sheng leaned back against the car seat, closed his eyes, and thought about it.

"This time, I'll just do it in the suburbs. Next time, I can rent a house in the suburbs as a temporary base." He remembered one place that would be very suitable. It was the place where he used to wander around when he was a boy.

Lin Sheng then calculated the cash in his hand.

He did not earn a lot of money working as the club's instructor. Instead, he made more than ¥300,000 from the bet with Sarroux.

It could have been more, but Lin Sheng stopped charging him for the challenge fee after he joined the club, and poor Sarroux was grateful for that.

"Sarroux's very strong. If I didn't have the defensive effect of the Ashen Seal, I'd be no match for him. He's almost pushed himself to the peak of his age." Lin Sheng thought to himself.

More than a month ago, Lin Sheng was just an ordinary high school student. Now, he was essentially a tough swordsman who was used to fighting and hardening himself.

A Level 2 warrior may have seemed ordinary, but the power of such a warrior was far greater than most people could imagine.

"The warriors of the temple definitely have a combat system. They even have a test tower, so I'm sure I can find other combat materials. Guess I'll have to look for a larger temple later." Lin sheng thought, not noticing that he had arrived at the hospital.

"Is it here?" The taxi driver shouted.

Lin Sheng looked out the window to his right.

He saw a building with milky white columns covered with vines. The whole building appeared to be in the style of an ancient temple that was supported by stone columns. Hanging above the gate was a gray board in the shape of a cloud. It read "Blue Cherry Blossom Private Children's Hospital."

"I can't imagine the huge profits they make." Lin Sheng got out of the taxi and looked up at the hospital gate. How much did the decoration cost?

The hospital was famous for its high price and good service in Huaisha. It was said that one visit there would cost at least ¥1,000.

It had the best pediatric specialist, the best medical equipment, and the best medicine.

Lin Sheng stood at the gate, waiting silently.

Expensive luxury cars kept going in and out of the hospital's front gate.

Some ladies who were dressed in expensive clothes got out of their cars with their children and walked into the hospital slowly. It did not look like they were bringing their children to see a doctor at all. It looked more like they were going to a beauty salon.

Lin Sheng was still standing in front of the gate, feeling uncomfortable.

He noticed that not only did the security guards keep their eyes on him, but most of the people who came and went also scanned him with an inexplicable look.

It was not a look of contempt, more like the expression of someone who saw a staff member and wanted to ask for directions but found that he did not look like a staff member there.

The feeling of embarrassment left Lin Sheng speechless, but he had an appointment with someone right there and could not just walk away.

Twenty minutes had passed. It was getting late, and the lights were on all around the hospital.

Finally, a middle-aged man wearing a gray suit and carrying a black plastic bag approached him in a hurry.

"Mr. Lin?"

"Err… Yes."

"This is what you came for. Just give the money to that person." He shoved Lin Sheng the black plastic bag, then turned around and left.

Lin Sheng blinked before he immediately turned and left.

The handover took less than five seconds. Almost no one around noticed what had happened.

Carrying the black plastic bag, Lin Sheng quickly returned home, took the schoolbag hidden under his bed, and promptly went out.

He proceeded to take a taxi to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of Huaisha.

The factory was overgrown with weeds, and there was a pile of abandoned wooden boxes in one corner.

Lin Sheng walked around the factory for a while and soon arrived at a storeroom in the factory.

There was no light around, and he could smell a faint smell of urine.

Lin Sheng covered his nose and pushed open the storeroom door.

It was empty and almost the size of a school classroom.

There were remnants of a bonfire on the dirty and greasy ground, while a simple wooden bench sat in one of the corners, covered with gray and green mildew.

Lin Sheng glanced around the storeroom and quickly walked to a clean section of the storeroom. Then, he took out a piece of folded plastic sheet from his schoolbag.

"Luckily, I expected this." He unfolded the dark red plastic sheet and spread it out on the floor. The plastic sheet was more than one meter wide and two meters long.

After that, Lin Sheng took out all the other materials in his schoolbag.

The silver powder, deer blood, as well as human blood, were respectively placed in small bowls and pressed on the plastic sheet.

Soon, the storeroom was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Lin Sheng was quick and skillful. He took out another pen, dipped it in some melted frozen human blood, and drew lines on the plastic. He had practiced for this moment many times.

About five minutes later, a blood ritual circle appeared on the plastic sheet.

There were a lot of intersecting lines in the circle, and the intersections of some lines were marked with mysterious twisted symbols.

None of the symbols were Ancient Rehn, and most were unknown characters that Lin Sheng could not understand at all.

He purposely left four blank spaces amid the dense lines in the circle.

Lin Sheng mixed a fixed proportion of human blood, deer blood, and silver powder, turning them into some kind of blood-colored slurry. Then he poured the slurry into the blank spaces of the circle.

Three disgusting drops of crimson slurry fell onto the dark red plastic sheet and seemed to blend into the color of the plastic sheet.

That was what Lin Sheng wanted. If the color contrast was too big, it would be easy to notice it from a distance, which was too risky.

"Lastly, the redwood." Lin Sheng took out a square gray block from his schoolbag.

It was a raw cube of wood that he had bought directly from a wood processing factory. It cost him more than ¥700 for just a small piece.

The price of redwood in Xilin was much higher than that of other types of wood because a lot of people made wood carvings out of it.

Having done all that, Lin Sheng stood in front of the circle.

It was getting late. There were no candles or blood splashing on the floor like what happened in the movies.

He just stood in front of the circle as he began to chant slowly and deeply.