Yada stood in front of the bedroom door: "I'm going to rest first. I may wake up in a day or two. During this period... it's best not to disturb me."
Little Sam nodded. It concerned Ada's soul, so he naturally didn't dare to act rashly.
Ada: "Then I'm going in."
After Yada entered the door, he hesitated for a moment and wanted to say something: "Brother Sam..."
Before the words were spoken, the door closed by itself.
As the door was closed, the same pattern of light as in Shanni's room appeared on the door panel, and a partition immediately appeared between the inside and outside of the room. Neither sound nor energy could intersect anymore.
Ada stood in the center of the room, lowering his head with regret.
"Don't worry, my lord, you warned little Sam before he left. Even if you didn't warn him, he has already had doubts in his mind these past few days." Froude's voice echoed in the room.
Yada: "Will Brother Sam be safe?"
"Yes, you will see him again after you sleep." After saying this, Froude's voice gradually disappeared from the room.
Ada sighed and glanced outside the window. At some point, the wind suddenly started blowing.
The nearby big trees were swaying in the wind. Looking through the gauze curtains, they looked like ghosts, revealing their ferocious claws and claws.
"I hope it's okay." Yada murmured to himself, climbed onto the exquisite bed, put on the login device, and fell into a deep sleep.
At the same time, little Sam, who was outside the door, pondered for a moment at the door before walking towards the kitchen.
As he was passing by the terrace, little Sam heard a whistling wind.
Little Sam opened the door, walked to the terrace on the third floor, leaned on the railing and looked into the distance.
It was almost dusk at this time, and according to past sky phenomena, there should still be a hint of dusk red in the sky. But now, standing on the terrace and looking out, I couldn't see any red clouds, only black clouds rolling in.
The dark clouds were originally very low, and Xinghu Castle was on the mountainside, so the dark clouds in the sky seemed to be right in front of us.
The surging clouds and mist reflected in little Sam's pupils. The black clouds were so close that they almost suppressed him and turned him into a suffocating frog.
Coupled with the cold mountain mist blowing from high places, little Sam's heart beat inexplicably.
"I always feel like something bad is about to happen." Such a piece of information suddenly flashed through Little Sam's consciousness. It seemed to come out of nowhere, and it seemed to be a danger warning to Little Sam.
Little Sam's throat moved, and a memory fragment appeared in the memory box.
Then we'll leave first, please pay attention to your safety.
This was what Mr. Pat said when he left. Little Sam always felt that he meant something, and it always came to mind these days.
Now I think about it again.
Is there really any danger? Otherwise, why would Mr. Pat specifically remind him to pay attention to safety?
"I should just scare myself. All the undead here have been eliminated by Mr. Pat. Everything will be fine." Little Sam said to himself: "Even if there is real danger, it is nothing more than thieves and beasts. There is a trap at the door.
should be no problem."
Little Sam turned around, not wanting to feel the overwhelming pressure outside anymore.
The moment he crossed the terrace and stepped into the corridor.
The memory box was opened again, and a bizarre memory fragment emerged: he was in Mr. Pat's room, conducting a talent test.
These fragments, with their intense colors, gradually fade away, leaving only a single image in the end.
The woman's face pasted on the window, and the spider's legs dancing in the dark world outside.
"Mrs. Silla..." Little Sam's heartbeat thumped: "Could it be that she really came to the door?"
What if Mrs. Silla really comes to the door and he is alone...?
Little Sam rubbed the back of his cold hands, unwilling to think deeply about the consequences. He just thought it was just a fantasy and walked quickly through the dark corridor.
But before he could take a few steps, a strange laughter suddenly sounded from behind.
Little Sam turned around, but there was no shadow behind him. There was only one window that could see the outside, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and the wind was howling.
Little Sam murmured: "It should just be the sound of wind, don't think too much, don't think too much..."
Chapter completed!