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, and grabbed little Sam's neck with his hands with long black nails.
Before little Sam could react, his thin body was lifted to a high place by a huge force.
Unable to breathe 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 sudden clicking sound came out.
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. His tongue, which was as long as a snake's letter, slid across his lips. His weird smile was filled with inexplicable cruelty and joy.
The sharp nails were like animal claws. They stabbed hard at little Sam's chest.
Little Sam endured the discomfort and shifted slightly. Although the opponent's hand did not penetrate 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 consequences could be imagined.
Even though little Sam escaped death once, he still had no hope. The ghosts of the two farmers in the front and back rooms seemed to be real.
He couldn't handle one, let alone two. Moreover, he was seriously injured now.
Is it really doomed this time?
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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 their 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 Froude who has been waiting here for a long time.
"Lord Pat." Froude bowed respectfully, his eyes involuntarily looking at Dangross who was clinging behind Angel, with only half of his 'palm face' exposed, 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 Froude 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 Froud: "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 quickly transferred 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, the mirror can move quickly. This kind of mobility is indeed quite terrifying.
And mirrors are daily necessities in human life. It can be said that mirrors may have average capabilities in the wild, but in areas where humans gather, they will be quite terrifying, and their concealment capabilities are very strong.
"The best way to deal with the mirror resentment is to avoid 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 will not come at all. Leaving two mirrors can effectively limit the movement range of the mirror.
When Angel used his mental power to check before, he had already discovered two mirrors in the warehouse. There was residual death energy inside them. He thought that Jing Yuan had also been in these two mirrors before.
"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 a little suspicious. Are there 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 entering the factory, the first thing you see is a long and narrow corridor. At the end of the corridor is a large 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 nearby room.
There were signs of life in the room, but no one was there.
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 Froud 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.
Chapter completed!