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.
I lowered my head and 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 often waxed, the appearance still looks complete; but there are some things near the castle.
Lake, humid air penetrates into the desk day after day. Its core has become somewhat moist and easy to corrode, and one of the desk corners is missing, causing it to shake all year round. After little Sam moved in, in order not to affect his daily reading,
So I put a paper foot pad under the corner of the table to maintain balance.
Now, the foot pad has been knocked to the side. It seems that 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 ghost of the farmer, little Sam couldn't help but turn around and look in the direction of the window. But at this time, there was no shadow reflected on the window, let alone a human face.
Perhaps 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. Thinking that the people from the previous knights and Wizard Drew had come in to check, and they all said there was no problem in the room, Little Sam felt that there was no problem in the room.
I secretly thought that maybe I was really overthinking.
Because of the previous fall, his ankle seemed to be twisted. 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, and remembered that the ghostly scarlet eyes appeared 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 saw in the hall downstairs before. Drew led the knights to Xinghu Castle to search for mirrors and put the mirrors
They were covered with flannel and taken out of Xinghu Castle. This was so similar to the situation described in the book. Could it be that the behavior of the Knights was to prevent mirror resentment?
"If you have seen Jingyuan, you should be careful. He may be hiding around you, maybe behind you, or above your head..."
The whole body feels 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 layout of the 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 sinister breath coming from under his feet. At the same time, his ankles placed under the table seemed to be grasped by a pair of hands.
Little Sam paused and looked down.
But I saw a shadow silhouette appearing under the tabletop. When little Sam looked over, the shadow silhouette raised its head.
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 thumping heartbeat jumped straight into his ears.
Little Sam was no longer calm.
In other words, anyone who sees a scary 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 happened really. However, he did not notice at the time that the ghost of the farmer had actually left the window and entered the room.
house!
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 it was 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 a decision and then action.
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 farmer was not related to him, so this move was useless. Therefore, Xiao
What Sam did was to pick up the oil lamp directly on the table, uncover the lampshade, and throw it at the undead at his feet.
Flame can also be regarded as a violent surge of energy. The collision of energy may not necessarily cause harm to the undead, but little Sam never thought of relying on 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 an opponent of the undead, let alone the existence of this kind of suspected special undead. Escape was obviously the best way, because Wizard Drew and a large number of people from the Knights were outside.
Little Sam's response was very decisive and timely.
When the flames touched the dark hands of the farmer's ghost, the hand holding his 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 with the help of 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 is 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 exactly his room.
He could even see the overturned chair and the crooked tabletop in the room in front of him. They were the ones he knocked over when he jumped.
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 with a strange and anti-human gesture.
The rooms in the front and back all have this scene.
"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 straight ahead.
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 chairs, the walls on both sides, 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, 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?
…
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.