57 The Gain: Part 3

Standing in the storeroom, after nearly a hundred heartbeats, Lin Sheng suddenly felt all his strength rapidly withdraw into his heart like a deflating balloon.

The dark purple veins between his eyebrows as well as on his chest faded and smoothed out, hiding away under his skin. His clothes and trousers were also slightly looser now.

"Looks like it also expands muscles..." Lin Sheng surmised.

Then, suddenly, a strong feeling of weakness came over him, spreading like an electric shock. Lin Sheng almost fainted.

"I knew it... The principle of energy conservation. Such an explosive power must have come from me!"

Lin Sheng held on to the wall with one hand as he felt everything spin around.

He felt lucky that the evil spirit he had summoned was not picky about what it ate and did not care if the blood clotted a bit, or else he would not have succeeded this time.

In terms of the power, he vaguely sensed that the explosive power may have been produced by burning the blood in his body. Where else would that power come from?

The evil spirit would never be so kind to provide charging services for those who used the power for free.

Lin Sheng rested against the wall for a moment, recalling the ritual. "What an experience..."

That dark red face, which struggled to free itself, had shattered his materialistic worldview of more than forty years in an instant.

"No, maybe what I saw was just an illusion." Lin Sheng shook his head. "It's possible to see weird things in a state of hallucination."

He picked up the plastic sheet carefully, wrapped the bowl, carried his schoolbag, and cleaned up the remaining traces. Finally, he staggered out of the abandoned factory.

Lin Sheng had now tasted the pain and trouble brought upon by the ritual, especially after he tested out the new power that he gained. He was totally weak from head to toe.

At home, Wang Yue was watching TV with Lin Sheng's mother while his father was doing something in the study.

Lin Sheng opened the door and came in. His pale, bloodless face startled them.

"Why do you look so pale?" Gu Wanqiu quickly stood up and helped Lin Sheng to sit on the sofa slowly.

Wang Yue poured him a glass of water and put it on the tea table in front of him with a worried face.

Lin Sheng thanked her as he picked up the glass of water and took a sip.

Lin Zhounian heard the commotion and came out of the study. He was also startled when he saw his son's pale face.

"You look so pale! Is there something wrong? You need to go to the hospital!" he said, putting his hand on Lin Sheng's forehead.

"No fever, just sweating." Lin Zhounian concluded.

"Mom, Dad, don't worry, I'm okay. Maybe I'm just tired... I haven't been sleeping well these few days, and I've been busy studying during the day. I'm lacking a good rest, so it's normal that I don't look well."

Lin Sheng found an all-purpose excuse—not sleeping well.

However, Lin Zhounian insisted on taking him to the hospital.

Lin Sheng could not refuse, so his father rushed him to the nearest hospital for emergency treatment.

After a round of examination, which cost more than ¥800, nothing was detected except anemia and insufficient rest.

Lin Zhounian did not mind the extra expense. He breathed a sigh of relief and returned home with Lin Sheng.

Gu Wanqiu quickly went to the kitchen to make eggs cooked in brown sugar. Lin Sheng ate two bowls in one sitting. Then, he soaked his feet in hot water and went back to his room to rest.

He felt lucky that he had disposed of the plastic sheet and bowls before he went home. Otherwise, his family would have found out.

He would get rid of all his clothes the next day. Who knew if the evil spirit he had summoned left anything on his clothes. He would be in trouble if the evil spirit followed him home. He never thought of that before.

Realizing this, Lin Sheng immediately took a bath and changed his clothes. After that, he found a plastic bag to pack his clothes. He tied the plastic bag tightly and put it in his bedroom. He was going to burn them tomorrow.

Later, he dried his hair and lay down on the bed.

He actually agreed with going to the hospital for a check-up. After all, he did not know whether performing the ritual in real life would bring any hidden danger to his body.

He knew from memory that the ritual could enhance power, then he just used it without thinking about the consequences.

The good news, for now, was reality did not seem to differ a lot from the records in the memory fragments.

Lying in bed, Lin Sheng was exhausted and extremely tired. He fell into a deep sleep as soon as he lay down.

To his surprise, he did not enter the dream realm.

Why could he not enter the dream realm? Lin Sheng found it strange.

*Beep! Beep! Beep!*

A rhythmic alarm bell roused him from his slumber.

Turning off the alarm, Lin Sheng propped himself up on the bed and looked out the bedroom window.

There was nothing beyond the window. It appeared to be dawn right then, and it was dim outside.

*Bam!!!*

Out of nowhere, a pale face with an eerie smile hit the window.

A man with messy hair and white clothes was pressing his face against the bedroom window. He rolled his bloodshot eyes and looked at Lin Sheng with a smile.

*Click! Click! Click!*

Before Lin Sheng could react, the man lowered his head and started to frantically pick the iron lock that hung from the window, trying his best to get in.

Lin Sheng was about to get up, but all of a sudden…

*Bam!!!*

There was also a loud bang at the door.

*Click! Click! Click!*

It seemed like someone was furiously trying to force open the door with something, and the door would open at any moment.

"Damn it!" Lin Sheng quickly turned over and got out of bed, but he was too weak to even stand up.

He tried to walk to the wall to take his sword case

However, as soon as he took one step, he felt everything spin around, and he was not able to balance.

Lying in bed, he noticed that the window and the door had been opened. The next second, two white figures lunged at him.

A great sense of crisis welled up in him, but before he knew it, a light flashed before his eyes. It was a swirling, dark red light.

Even when he closed his eyes, he could still feel the light right before his eyes.

The sense of crisis quickly subsided.

After a while, Lin Sheng slowly opened his eyes again.

He was still lying on his bed, covered with a thin blanket. The windows and the door were shut, while the sky was bright and sunny.

A feeling of security that Lin Sheng had never felt before suddenly surged from the bottom of his heart.