There was a rustling sound behind him?!
Little Sam shivered. He had a bad feeling about this.
Could it be that … the farmer's ghost was behind him?
He turned his head around, trembling.
There was nothing behind him, only the desk was shaking slightly, making the crisp sound of wood hitting the ground.
He looked down and found that a cushion under the corner of the desk had been knocked away.
The desk in this room was an antique. It was said that it had been used for decades, even when Little Sam's mother was still alive. Since the desk was often waxed, it still looked intact. However, there was a lake near the castle, and the humid air seeped into the desk day after day. The core of the desk had become moist and corrosive. One of the corners of the desk was missing, which made it shake all year round. After Little Sam moved in, he put a cushion under the corner of the desk so that it wouldn't affect his reading.
Now, the cushion was knocked to the side. He must have bumped into it when he tripped.
Because of the missing pads, coupled with his collision, the strange rustling sound just now was heard.
Little Sam looked at the shaking desk and let out a sigh of relief. He had thought that it was the farmer's ghost that was playing tricks on him.
Speaking of the farmer's ghost, Little Sam couldn't help but turn his head and look at the window. However, there was no shadow on the window, not to mention a human face.
Perhaps he was too tired from reading and started hallucinating?
Little Sam shook his head and stood up. He looked around cautiously and didn't see anything strange. Sam remembered that the knights and Wizard Drew had checked the room and said there was nothing wrong with it. Maybe he was just being paranoid.
Little Sam twisted his ankle when he tripped, so he staggered to the chair behind the desk and sat down.
Rubbing his sore ankle, Sam glanced at the book "Soul Transcript" that had been blown away by the wind.
Just now, he had caught a glimpse of the illustration in the book. He remembered that there was a ghost with scarlet eyes in the full-length mirror.
It was similar to what he had just experienced.
He also saw the ghost on the mirror-like glass.
Little Sam looked at the explanation next to the illustration and read it out, "Special Undead Spirit … Mirror's Grudge …"
When Little Sam read out the word "Mirror's Grudge", he felt the surroundings become colder.
"It has the special ability to affect the material world through the mirror."
"The mirror is its hiding place and also its teleportation channel. It can use the mirror to perform a special space jump. "
"The best way to prevent this is to cover all the mirrors with cloth and take them away …"
Little Sam swallowed his saliva. When he saw this, he suddenly thought of the scene he had seen in the hall downstairs. Drew had brought the knights to the Star Lake Castle to search for mirrors wantonly. He had also covered the mirrors with a velvet cloth and brought them out of the Star Lake Castle. This was similar to what he read in the book. Was the knight group trying to prevent Mirror's Grudge?
"If you've already seen Mirror's Grudge, then you have to be careful. He might already be hiding around you, behind you, or above you …"
It's Little Sam.. She didn't know if it was a psychological effect or if it was really cold.
"It might be behind you, or above you."
Looking at the typography, Young Sam gulped and slowly turned his head. There was only silence behind him. He then raised his head and looked at the ceiling. It was also peaceful.
"It seems that I'm too sensitive." Little Sam breathed a sigh of relief.
However, before he finished his sigh, he felt a colder and more creepy aura coming from under his feet. At the same time, his ankle under the table seemed to be grabbed by a pair of hands.
Young Sam paused and lowered his head to take a look.
He didn't know when a shadow appeared under the table. When Little Sam looked over, the shadow raised its head.
It had scarlet eyes, a creepy face, and a weird voice …
Seeing this, Sam was so scared that his heart almost stopped beating for a few seconds. Then, it started to beat rapidly, causing his heart to beat so fast that he could hear it in his ears.
Little Sam couldn't stay calm anymore.
No one would be able to stay calm when they saw a scary ghost face under the table.
Not to mention, this ghost face belonged to the farm owner!
The farmer's ghost didn't disappear. The ghost figure he saw on the window wasn't an illusion. Everything happened in reality. However, he didn't notice that the farmer's ghost had left the window and entered this room!
Although Little Sam's heart was beating fast, he had seen ghosts before, and he had dealt with the spider undead, Mrs. Shila.
Even though his face was pale with fright, he still tried to defend himself and escape.
However, when Little Sam kicked the chair away and tried to escape, a huge force pulled him back from his ankle.
It was the farmer's ghost who had grabbed his ankle.
Sam had already sprained his ankle. Now that he was being pulled back, Sam could no longer maintain his balance and sat back down on the chair.
Although his ankle was shackled, Little Sam wasn't a person who would wait for death. He forced himself to ignore all the external factors and think about how to deal with the current situation.
The speed of his thinking was faster than anything else.
Maybe it was his subconscious thinking, or maybe it was his plan.
In less than a second, Little Sam came up with a new plan.
When he fought with the spider undead, he could use his own blood to attack Mrs. Shila because she was his relative. However, this farmer's ghost wasn't related to him, so it didn't work. Therefore, what Little Sam did was to pick up the oil lamp on the table, take off the lamp cover, and throw it at the undead under his feet.
Flames were a kind of violent surging energy. The collision of energy didn't necessarily cause harm to the undead. However, Little Sam didn't want to hurt the undead with the flame in the oil lamp; he just needed a moment.
A moment to escape.
Little Sam knew that he was no match for the undead, let alone this kind of special undead. Obviously, escaping was the best way because Wizard Drew and a large number of knights were outside.
Little Sam's response was very decisive and timely.
When the flame touched the black hand of the farmer's ghost, the hand that was holding his ankle shrank a bit.
It was this momentary contraction that gave Sam the chance to escape. He kicked the table with his other leg and used the reaction force to jump several meters away.
Rolling on the ground, Sam didn't even look back. Bearing the pain in his ankle, he rushed towards the door of the corridor.
When Little Sam touched the lock of the door, only one second had passed.
He twisted the lock, and it was opened immediately.
Little Sam looked at the crack of the door, and hope rose in his heart.
"Undead attack!" "Help!" Little Sam pushed open the door without hesitation and yelled at the same time.
However, he didn't expect that when he opened the door, he didn't see the corridor but a room … It was his room.
He could even see the overturned chair and the tilted table in the room in front of him. It was the chair that he had knocked over when he was jumping.
However, it was his room in front of him and behind him.
So where was he now?
Little Sam was confused. He turned his head and looked at the room behind him, which was exactly the same as the room in front of him.
It was like two different mirrored spaces.
The farmer's ghost slowly crawled out of the tilted table in a weird and inhuman way.
The rooms in front of him and behind him were the same.
"There are even two undead?!" Little Sam was shocked. Was it an illusion?
Little Sam didn't care too much. If one of the two rooms was an illusion, he believed that it must be the room in front of him. He braced himself and rushed toward the room in front of him.
However, when he rushed forward for a distance, he clearly felt that everything around him seemed to be real.
Whether it was the overturned chair, the walls on both sides, or the touch of the furniture around him, it didn't feel like an illusion at all.
Even the gloomy aura of the farmer's ghost in front of him was no different from the real thing.
Did he make the wrong choice?
When Little Sam began to doubt himself, he didn't see the farmer's ghost not far away from him curl up his lips into a weird smile.
With a dive, the farmer's ghost rushed to the front of Little Sam and directly grasped Little Sam's neck with his hand with long black nails.
Before Little Sam could react, his thin body was lifted high by a great force.
Unable to breathe and suspended in the air, Little Sam kept struggling, but it was useless. The Farmer Ghost smashed Little Sam to the ground with a cruel smile.
Suddenly, a cracking sound was heard.
It was the sound of Little Sam's ribs breaking.
When Little Sam was still in a daze, he heard footsteps behind him.
The other farmer's ghost in the room behind him also walked to Little Sam's side and slid his snake-like tongue over his lips. The creepy smile was filled with inexplicable cruelty and pleasure.
The sharp nails were like the claws of a beast. Little Sam's chest was about to be pierced.
Little Sam tried his best to resist the discomfort and moved away a little. The ghost's hand didn't go into his chest, but it still took away a big chunk of flesh from his right hand.
Blood gushed out of the wound. The loss of flesh only made the bones inside look even creepier.
Little Sam could imagine what would happen if the ghost's hand went into his chest.
Little Sam managed to escape death, but he still didn't see any hope. The ghosts of the two farm owners in the front and back rooms seemed to be real.
He couldn't even handle one, let alone two. Moreover, he was now seriously injured.
This time, was there really no way to escape this calamity?
…
It was already dark outside when Angor arrived at the lumber factory.
Normally, the factory would still be brightly lit. Some carpenters would even light up lamps to do some rough work. But at this time, other than a few places in the factory that still had light, the rest of the place was deserted.
Angor slowly walked to the gate.
As soon as he reached the gate, he saw an undead creature slowly rising from the ground.
It was Freud, who had been waiting for him for a long time.
"Mister Padt." Freud bowed to Angor and glanced at Dankros, who was hiding behind Angor with only half of his "face" exposed, as well as the gentle wind around Angor.
Freud sensed that the hand and the wind were two elemental creatures.
Is this Mister Padt's elemental companion?
While Freud was pondering, Angor used his spirit feelers to check the entire factory.
"No undead creatures in the factory. There are remnants of Death Qi in some places, and most of it is near the mirror. " Angor looked at Freud. "So you're right. The farmer's ghost is a Mirror Grudge."
"Yes, I did, but I couldn't find any trace of it. I don't know where it went."
"Mirror Grudge has a special ability that allows it to move quickly through mirrors. As long as there are enough mirrors, it can move as fast as wizards. It's normal that you didn't find it. "
As long as there was a mirror, Mirror's Grudge could move quickly. This kind of mobility was terrifying.
Mirrors were a common item used by humans. It could be said that the mirror's ability in the wild might be average, but in an area where humans gathered, it was quite terrifying, and its concealment ability was very strong.
"The best way to deal with Mirror Grudge is to get rid of it." Freud said, "I've asked the knights to remove all the mirrors in the factory. Only two of them are left."
Freud pointed at two doors not far away, which led to two warehouses with a mirror inside.
They didn't remove all the mirrors because Mirror Grudge wouldn't come here without them. Leaving two mirrors would effectively limit Mirror Grudge's movement.
Angor already noticed the two mirrors in the warehouse when he checked with his spirit feelers. There were still traces of death aura in them, which meant Mirror Grudge must have been inside them before.
"You're right. But are you sure you only left two mirrors behind?" Angor asked in a small voice.
Freud was sure of this before, but now, Angor's question made him feel a little doubtful. Could it be that there were other mirrors that had not been removed?
"I don't think so," Freud said after a moment of hesitation. It was the knights who removed the mirrors, but Freud was sure that there were no mirrors left in the warehouse.
Angor didn't answer. Instead, he walked deeper into the factory.
Freud quickly followed behind him.
After entering the factory, a long and narrow walkway entered his sight. At the end of the walkway was a large wood processing area. On both sides of the corridor were various rooms with different functions, as well as stairs that led to the upper floors.
Angor didn't enter the area. Instead, he pushed open a random room.
There were traces of life inside, but no one was inside.
Angor walked to the window of the room and saw the forest outside.
"See?"
"Huh?"
Angor knocked on the window with his knuckles.
The clear sound seemed to penetrate deep into Freud's mind.
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