The entire second floor was a slightly smaller, lavish reception room.
Two rows of display cabinets adorned with delicate patterns held white skulls of all shapes and sizes.
Most were animal skulls, though a few were strangely shaped human ones.
But Lin Sheng's gaze didn't rest on the skulls. Instead, it fixed on three towering figures slowly emerging from the bedroom.
By the moonlight, he could tell at a glance that they were all dressed in the same black outfits as Enni.
Two were women and one was a man. They gripped an assortment of weapons, some swords, others short-handled flails.
The moment they saw Lin Sheng, the three pounced at him like hounds catching the scent of blood.
"Looking to die!"
Lin Sheng tilted his head slightly and stepped forward, slipping past the first attacker.
The Black Sword in his hand flashed out like lightning, a streak of black light slicing across the second person's neck before he firmly blocked the flail swung at him by the third.
Thud.
Lin Sheng's explosive strength erupted. He knocked the third attacker back with his sword, then swept it across in a half-circle.
Squelch!
A great spray of blood splashed across the carpet.
The three bodies collapsed one after another. Black blood gushed from their necks.
Lin Sheng shook the blood from the Black Sword and retreated to a corner, letting three black streaks shoot into his body.
His body swayed, and his head began to throb as if it would split apart.
A mass of chaotic memories flooded into his mind.
According to the Memory Fragments, all three were adopted children of Duke Cayman. They often sparred with Enni, and their strength was roughly equal, with little difference between them.
What Lin Sheng hadn't expected was that one Enni had already