Is there a rustling sound behind you? !
Little Sam shuddered, thinking of a bad situation.
Could it be that...the ghost of the farmer is behind him?
He turned his head tremblingly.
There was nothing behind him, only the desk was shaking slightly, making a crisp sound of "crunching" wood hitting the floor.
When he lowered his head and looked, he saw that a footrest under the corner of the table had been knocked open.
The desk in this house is an old object. It is said that it has been used for decades. It has been there when little Sam's mother was still alive. Because it is waxed frequently, the appearance still looks complete; but there is a lake near the castle, and the humid air penetrates into the desk day after day. Its core has become somewhat moist and easy to corrode, and one corner of the desk is also missing. Resulting in constant shaking. After little Sam moved in, in order not to affect his daily reading, he put a paper foot pad under the corner of the table to maintain balance.
Today, the floor mats are knocked aside. I guess he hit it when he tripped just now.
Because of the lack of foot pads and his collision, the weird rustling sound just now was heard.
Little Sam looked at the shaking desk and breathed a sigh of relief. He had mistakenly thought that the ghost of the farmer was behind it.
Speaking of the farmer's ghost, little Sam couldn't help but turn around and look toward the window. But at this time, there was no shadow reflected on the window, let alone a human face.
Maybe he was too tired from reading and had hallucinations?
Little Sam shook his head and stood up. He looked around cautiously and saw nothing unusual. Recalling that people from the Knights and Wizard Drew had all come in to check and said there was nothing wrong with the room, little Sam secretly thought that he might really be overthinking it.
Because of the previous fall, his ankle seemed to be sprained. Little Sam staggered to the chair behind the table and sat down.
After rubbing his painful ankle, little Sam looked at the "Soul Notes" that had been blown open by the wind on the table.
Just now he took a surprised look and saw the illustrations in the book. He remembered that there were scarlet ghost shadows of eyes in the floor-length mirror.
This is somewhat similar to what he experienced just now.
He also saw ghost images on the mirror-like glass.
Little Sam looked at the explanation next to the illustration and read it subconsciously: "Special Undead... Mirror Grudge..."
Just when little Sam said the word "mirror resentment", he felt that his surroundings seemed to become a little colder.
"It has a special ability to intervene and can directly affect the material world through mirrors."
"The mirror is both its hiding place and its transfer path. You can use the mirror to make a special space jump."
"The best prevention method is to cover all mirrors with cloth and take them away..."
Gudu, little Sam swallowed his saliva. When he saw this, he suddenly thought of the scene he had seen in the hall downstairs before. Drew led the knights to Star Lake Castle to search for mirrors, covered the mirror with velvet, and took it out of Star Lake Castle. This is so similar to the situation described in the book. Could it be that the behavior of the Knights is to prevent mirror resentment?
"If you have seen Jingyuan, you should be careful. He might be hiding around you, maybe behind you, or above your head..."
The surroundings became even colder. I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect or if it’s really getting colder.
"Maybe behind your back, or above your head."
Looking at the arrangement of words, little Sam swallowed dryly and slowly turned his head. There was silence behind him; he raised his head again and looked at the ceiling, which was also peaceful.
"It seems that I am really too sensitive." Little Sam breathed a sigh of relief.
However, before he could finish breathing, he felt a colder and more biting gloomy breath coming from under his feet. At the same time, the ankles placed under the table seemed to be grabbed by a pair of hands.
Little Sam paused and looked down.
But I saw a shadow outline appearing under the tabletop. The shadowy silhouette raised its head as little Sam looked over.
Scarlet eyes, evil face, strange rough breathing...
The scene in front of him was so frightening that little Sam's heart seemed to stop beating for a few seconds, and then the reversal broke out, and the pounding heartbeat jumped straight into his ears.
Little Sam was no longer calm.
In other words, anyone who sees a terrifying face suddenly appear under the table will not be calm.
Not to mention, this grimace is that of a farmer!
The ghost of the farmer has not disappeared. The ghost he saw on the window just now was not an illusion. Everything was real. He just didn't notice at the time that the ghost of the farmer had actually left the window and entered the room!
Although little Sam's heart was beating fast, he had experienced ghosts after all, and had once dealt with the undead lady Silla who turned into a spider.
Even though his face turned pale with fright, he still immediately acted to defend and escape.
But when little Sam just kicked off the chair and wanted to run back, a huge force pulled him back from his ankle.
But it was the ghost of the farmer who grabbed his ankle.
His ankle was already sprained, and now that he was being pulled back in a targeted manner, little Sam could no longer maintain his balance and sat back on the chair again.
Although his ankles were shackled, little Sam was not one to sit still and wait for death. The more he was at this moment, the less he could panic. He forced himself to ignore all external factors and think about how to deal with the current situation.
The speed of thinking surpasses everything.
Maybe it's subconscious thinking, or maybe it's making a decision and then acting.
Little Sam made a new response in less than a second.
When fighting the undead spider, Mrs. Silla could use her own blood to attack because she was a relative of his. However, the ghost of the farmer was not related to him, so this move was useless. So, what little Sam did was to pick up the oil lamp directly on the table, lift off the lampshade, and throw it at the undead at his feet.
Flame can also be regarded as a violent surge of energy. The energy hedging may not necessarily cause harm to the undead, but little Sam never thought of using the fire in the oil lamp to cause harm to the undead. All he needed was a moment of opportunity.
Time to escape.
Little Sam knew that he was far from a match for the undead, let alone such a suspected special undead existence. Escape is obviously the best way, because Wizard Drew and a large number of people from the Knights are outside.
Little Sam's response was very decisive and timely.
When the flame touched the dark hand of the farmer's ghost, the hand holding the ankle visibly shrank.
It was this moment of contraction that gave little Sam the opportunity to leave. He used his good other foot to kick the table hard, and using the reaction force, he jumped several meters away.
After rolling on the ground, little Sam didn't look back at the situation behind him. He endured the pain in his ankle and rushed towards the corridor door.
When little Sam touched the lock of the door, a second had passed.
With a twist, the lock was immediately opened.
Looking at the crack of the door being pushed open, hope arose in little Sam's heart.
"There is an undead attack!", "Help!" Little Sam pushed open the door without hesitation and shouted loudly at the same time.
But what he didn't expect was that when the door opened, what he saw was not the familiar corridor, but a room... This room was his room.
He could even see the overturned chair and the crooked tabletop in the room ahead. It was the one he knocked over when he was diving.
But in front of you is your own room, and behind you is your own room.
So where is he now?
Little Sam was confused for a moment. He turned his head hesitantly and looked at the room behind him, which was exactly the same as the room in front of him.
It's like two different mirror spaces.
The ghost of the farmer slowly crawled out from the crooked tabletop in a weird and anti-human gesture.
The rooms in the front and back all looked like this.
"Even two undead appeared?!" Little Sam was shocked. Could it be an illusion?
Little Sam couldn't care less. If one of the two rooms was an illusion, he believed it must be the room in front of him. He bit the bullet and rushed forward.
However, when he rushed forward for a certain distance, he clearly felt that everything around him seemed to be real.
Whether it was the knocked over chair, the walls on either side, or the touch of other surrounding furniture, there was no illusion at all.
Even the eerie aura emanating from the ghost of the farmer right in front was exactly the same as reality.
Was his choice wrong?
When little Sam began to have doubts, he didn't see the ghost of the farmer not far away smiling strangely.
With a swoop, the ghost of the farmer rushed in front of Little Sam. His hands with long black nails directly grabbed Little Sam's neck.
Before little Sam could react, his thin body was lifted to a high place by a huge force.
Out of breath and hanging in the air, little Sam kept struggling, but it was of no use. With a cruel smile, the farmer ghost slammed little Sam to the floor.
A crackling sound suddenly occurred.
This was the sound of little Sam's chest ribs breaking.
While little Sam was still in a semi-conscious state after being thrown down, footsteps sounded again behind him.
Another farmer's ghost in the room behind him actually walked up to little Sam, and his tongue, which was as long as a snake's letter, slid across his lips. A weird smile, filled with inexplicable cruelty and joy.
Sharp nails, like animal claws. He stabbed Little Sam's chest hard.
Little Sam resisted the discomfort and shifted slightly. Although the other party's hand did not insert into his chest, it still took away a large piece of meat from his right hand.
Blood spurted out, and the lack of flesh and blood made the bones inside look even more sinister.
With such terrifying force, if it were inserted into the chest, the result could be imagined.
Even though little Sam escaped death once, he still had no hope. In the two rooms at the front and back, the ghosts of the two farmers seemed real.
Can't handle one, let alone two. Moreover, he is now seriously injured.
Is it really doomed this time?
…
When Angel arrived at the location of the forestry factory, the sky had completely darkened.
In the past, the factory was still brightly lit, and some carpenters would even light the lamps for rough processing. But at this time, except for a few places where there was light, the rest of the factory was deserted.
Angel slowly walked towards the factory gate.
The moment he came to the gate, an undead spirit with extremely dark circles under his eyes slowly rose from the ground.
This undead spirit is none other than Froud who has been waiting here for a long time.
"Lord Pat." Froude bowed respectfully, his eyes involuntarily looking at Dangros who was clinging behind Angel, only half of his 'palm face' showing, and the wind lingering around Angel. .
He vaguely felt that the palm and the wind everywhere around him seemed to be two elemental creatures.
Could it be Lord Pat's elemental partner?
While Froud was guessing, Angel's mental power had already inspected the entire factory.
"No undead were found in the factory. There are dead air residues in some places, with the most dead air remaining near the mirror." Angler paused and looked at Flood: "It seems that your guess is correct. This farm animal The ghost of the Lord is really a mirror."
Froude: "Yes, I also checked and found no trace. I don't know where the ghost went."
"Mirror Grudge's ability to insert souls is very special. It can be transferred quickly through the mirror. As long as the mirror is sufficient, its mobility is even comparable to that of some official wizards. It's normal that you didn't notice it."
As long as there is a mirror, Mirror Resentment can move quickly. This kind of mobility is indeed quite terrifying.
And mirrors are daily necessities in human life. It can be said that the mirror may have average capabilities in the wild, but in areas where humans gather, it will be quite terrifying, and its hiding ability is very strong.
"The best way to deal with the mirror resentment is to stop the existence of mirrors." Froude: "I have asked people from the Knights to dismantle all the mirrors in the factory that should be dismantled, leaving only two sides."
Flood pointed to two doors not far away, which corresponded to two warehouses, each with a mirror inside.
The reason why they are not all dismantled is because if there are no mirrors here, the mirror resentment will not come at all. Leaving two mirrors behind can effectively limit the mirror's movement range.
Angel had already discovered two mirrors in the warehouse when he used his mental power to check. There is residual death energy inside. I think Jingyuan also stayed in these two mirrors before coming here.
"Your idea is correct, but are you really sure you only left two mirrors?" Angel said softly.
Before this, Froude was very sure, but Angel asked this, which made Froude have a little doubt. Are there any other mirrors that have not been removed?
"There should be no other mirrors." After hesitating, Froude said. Although the work of removing the mirror was done by people from the Knights, Froude himself also checked it and confirmed that there was no mirror left.
Angel did not reply, but strode towards the inside of the factory.
Flood followed immediately.
After walking into the factory, you will see a long and narrow walkway, and at the end of the walkway is a huge wood processing area. At both ends of the corridor are rooms with various functions and stairs leading to the upper floors.
Angel did not enter the processing area, but casually pushed open a room next to him.
There were traces of life in the room, but no one.
Angel walked directly to the window of the room. Through the glass window, he could clearly see the deep forest outside.
"see it?"
"ah?"
When Froude was confused, Angel stretched out his knuckles and lightly tapped the glass surface of the window.
The crisp knocking sound seemed to knock directly into the depths of Froud's mind.
