Seeing so many spectres all over the ancient castle, Little Sam, who had intended to stand up, fell down once again with a "plop" sound. His feet were like pedals as he tried to move away from the ancient castle.
However, Sam stopped after taking a few steps back.
He didn't stop on his own accord. Several malicious eyes were staring at him.
As a mortal who had never experienced anything extraordinary, Sam realized for the first time that he could feel power from a malicious look. His hands and feet felt like they were shackled, and he could feel a chill running down his spine whenever he moved.
Angor's voice reached Sam's ears as his face turned pale and his body trembled uncontrollably.
"Undead creatures have a natural advantage over weak humans," said Angor as he walked over to Sam. "You're not weak, but you're still too young to be affected by the undead creatures."
While doing so, he also blocked the undead creature's gaze from looking at Sam.
Sam finally felt the suffocating air a little better.
However, as soon as Sam took a deep breath, he felt the ground trembling slightly. He lowered his head in confusion and looked at the ground that was slightly damp from the water vapor. He did not know what had happened.
Was it an earthquake? As soon as this thought flashed through Little Sam's mind, a large number of black threads drilled out of the ground, accompanied by a strong stench that made Little Sam want to vomit.
The black threads quickly surrounded Sam and Angor like weeds.
"What are these black threads? Why do they look like … hair? "Sam exclaimed.
"Yes, they're hair. But they're not human hair. They're the filth of the dead." Angor had spent a lot of time with undead creatures, so he didn't know much about their tricks. But after listening to Ness' explanation, he was sure that the hair was the product of death aura.
However, death aura needed a medium, and the medium was usually an undead creature or a corpse.
Angor didn't sense any undead creatures underground, which meant the death aura came from corpses.
Such dense hair meant that the number of corpses buried under the ground was not small.
"What, what should we do?" Young Sam shivered and looked at the hair around him. They interweaved and intertwined like living tentacles, weaving a cage, or perhaps a coffin for them to send them to their deaths.
Sam asked, "Will they chase us if we run away?"
"I don't know if they're chasing us or not. But why did he run away? "
"What should we do?" Sam asked subconsciously.
"Why don't we just kill them?" "It's rare to find undead creatures. Unfortunately, we don't have enough of them. If we want to fill them up, we'll have to go to Specter Sea."
Undead material? Sea of Undead? Little Sam trembled when he heard Angor's words. He didn't know what those words were, but he felt suffocated just by hearing them.
As soon as Angor finished speaking, an orange-red flame appeared in front of him. The flame wasn't visible at first, but as soon as it touched Sam's hair, it quickly spread to the rest of the hair as if it was supported by a spring breeze.
In a second, the cage made by Sam's hair was gone.
All that was left on the ground were the ashes of some inanimate objects, as well as the lingering smoke.
As the smoke rose into the air, Sam heard a horrifying howl. He saw the female undead lunging at Mister Padt, and the howl made him feel dizzy.
The female undead creature's shriek was only the beginning. Soon, more shrieks were heard.
These were undead shrieks, which were meant to attack one's spirit and soul.
Unfortunately, they didn't work on Angor at all.
But Sam was still affected. He covered his head and screamed in pain. Angor quickly cast a spirit barrier around the man to help him breathe again.
Before the undead creature reached him, Angor pulled the trigger of Prelude to Rebirth.
As a semi-Mythic item, Prelude to Rebirth was a natural counter to undead creatures.
The female undead creature wasn't weak at all. Even a peak-level apprentice wouldn't be able to deal with it easily. However, Prelude to Rebirth didn't give her any chance to escape and turned her into a puff of smoke. Moreover, there were a few other undead behind the female undead. They were also affected and died together.
Little Sam, who witnessed this scene, was shocked. He also noticed that when the female undead died, her true face was revealed.
"That's … Mother's maid, Elsa?!"
Angor raised an eyebrow. "Oh? So it's a servant of your family. Do you know this person? "
While dealing with the incoming undead creatures, he also created an illusion of a man in front of him.
It was the undead creature who hid inside Queen Rowling's statue.
Little Sam looked at the man carefully and saw his mother's face. "That's … Count Rowling. He's my mother's younger brother!"
"So he's your relative?" "No wonder it could attach itself to you so easily. You're connected by blood." Angor nodded in realization. "That's why.
This kind of possession, with blood as the medium, was much simpler than using soul techniques.
"Do you know the others?" Angor pointed at the undead creatures attacking him.
These undead creatures still looked scary, but Angor could see some of their features when they were still alive. Little Sam looked carefully and said, "Some of them used to be servants of my family. But I don't know most of them."
For example, Little Sam had never seen the undead creatures Angor was destroying.
"They're wearing the same clothes as when they were still alive. Lots of tool bags … They must be here to steal from the castle," Angor said.
From the looks of it, more than half of the undead here were people who coveted the castle's treasures. They might be thieves, adventurers, or just passers-by.
No matter what they were when they were alive, they all turned into ghosts of the castle after they died and began killing visitors one after another.
Angor killed five or six undead creatures within a minute. The rest of the undead creatures floated in the air and glared at Angor with hatred, ready to pounce on him at any time.
Angor looked at Little Sam. "You want to check the castle, right? You can go now."
Little Sam looked at the undead creatures around him and trembled. "But … undead …"
"Don't worry. They're all here. There are no undead creatures in the castle. If you want to check it out, you can go now. "
"Are there really no undead creatures here?"
"No." Angor shook his head.
Angor wasn't lying. He scanned the castle with his spirit feelers and found no undead creatures. However, there were still a lot of corpses around.
Still, those corpses were inanimate objects that couldn't move. They would only get scared when they saw them.
Seeing how confident Angor was, Little Sam hesitated for a moment and rushed toward the gate. He came to the castle with the intention of taking a look inside. Plus, if he stayed outside, he might affect Mister Padt's performance.
After Sam left through the gate, Angor turned his attention to the undead creatures around him.
At this moment, all the undead turned their heads in the direction of the ancient castle.
"Just as I thought," Angor muttered to himself as he watched the strange scene unfold before him.
Earlier, the undead creature that possessed Little Sam didn't attack Angor right away. Instead, it went deeper into the castle, which didn't seem to be an undead creature.
At that time, he wondered if there was something strange in the castle.
He scanned the interior of the ancient castle with his mind power, but he didn't find any traces of Transcendents in the ancient castle.
Now, when he asked Little Sam to enter the castle, all the undead creatures were attracted by Little Sam. They even gave up on attacking Angor, which proved that there was something wrong with the castle.
"If there really is a problem, what would it be?"
He looked at the abandoned castle that stood at the border between darkness and dawn. Suddenly, he felt a sense of mystery surrounding it.
While Angor looked at the castle, the undead creatures around him all gave up on attacking Angor. Instead, they all flew toward the castle as fast as they could to chase after Little Sam.
Seeing this, Angor snapped his fingers and summoned a layer of mist around the castle.
Under the cover of the fog, all the undead were unable to charge into the real castle. Once they entered the castle's perimeter, they would be guided to Angor's location.
One by one, they all showed up around Angor.
Even so, the Undead continued to charge towards the castle.
"They're ignoring me." Angor shrugged. "It's a little strange, but it's not a bad thing. At least I don't have to waste so much effort."
Angor raised his Prelude to Rebirth and aimed at the undead creatures that were rushing toward the castle.
Several shots later, the mist dispersed.
All the undead creatures were purified.
In fact, he could use Prelude to Rebirth to turn the undead creature back to normal so that he could use it to ask about the castle. But he decided not to do so.
It wasn't worth it to use the special effect on these undead creatures.
He didn't enter the castle right away. Instead, he stood still and closed his eyes.
Next, he used his spirit feelers to observe Little Sam inside the castle.
Little Sam was only startled by the pile of corpses in the hall at first, but he didn't seem to mind at all. Also, Little Sam seemed to be very familiar with the castle. After taking several shortcuts, he arrived at a room on the fourth floor.
Since Little Sam was so familiar with this place, it was obvious that he had lived here before.
The room Little Sam went to was obviously a woman's room. Inside the room, Little Sam's emotions fluctuated. When he saw the painting on the wall covered in dust and cobwebs, he almost lost his soul.
Standing in front of the oil painting, little Sam brushed off the dust on it and gazed at the people in the oil painting, silently weeping.
The woman in the painting looked gentle and kind. She looked very similar to Little Sam. Angor assumed that she was Little Sam's mother.
Little Sam stayed in his mother's room for a long time.
He touched his mother's belongings and looked a little lost as if he was trying to remember the past. After a long time, Little Sam finally left the room.
Little Sam went to several other rooms, but it seemed that he was only there to reminisce.
About 15 minutes later, Little Sam came downstairs.
Angor thought that Little Sam would leave the castle, but Little Sam didn't. Instead, Little Sam went to a corner and activated a hidden mechanism. A small path leading downward appeared on the wall.
At the end of the path was a secret underground chamber.
Angor found this place when he explored the castle earlier. He carefully inspected the chamber and saw a large number of artworks, such as sculptures, paintings, and musical instruments.
Based on Angor's experience, he could tell that they were all masterpieces.
Only Saint Sem City, the capital of art, would be able to see the works of so many masters in such a wide variety of styles. People here, whether they were commoners or nobles, all loved art. Perhaps Little Sam's mother was also an art collector.
Each of the artworks here could be sold at a high price outside.
Angor thought that Little Sam would tell him about the secret chamber if he didn't know about it. On the one hand, these works of art would not be covered by dust; on the other hand, these works of art would allow Sam to live a good life.
But now he didn't think that was necessary.
Sam obviously knew about this backroom. Additionally, he strongly requested to come to the castle this time for the artwork in the backroom.
"That painting of a young girl holding a daisy is so beautiful. Old Padt would go crazy over it if he's still here. And that sleeping statue of a goddess … "Angor used his spirit power to observe the works of art and couldn't stop praising them.
While he was observing the artwork, he noticed from the corner of his eye that Sam didn't go to look at the artwork. Instead, he walked to a corner and did something that made him disappear into the wall.
Angor was stunned by what he saw.
There was another room behind the wall?!
Angor quickly used his spirit feelers to check, but he couldn't find anything. There was only a thick layer of soil behind the wall. There was no room.
It was as if Little Sam just disappeared.
"Where did he go?" Confused, he focused his spirit feelers on the wall again.
This time, Angor found something strange.
It was a pattern drawn by blood.
The pattern looked like a combination of many geometric shapes.
"It's not a rune, and there's no energy ripple. But it looks like … runes?"
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