Angor pointed at the air with his index finger. Starlight appeared on the tip of his finger.
Meanwhile, Freud stared at the reflection on the window in a daze. The surface of the glass reflected all the starlight coming from Angor's fingertip as if it was a mirror.
Of course, Freud knew what Angor was trying to say.
"Mister, you're saying the glass can become a host for Mirror's Grudge?"
"Yes." Angor nodded.
Mirror's Grudge wasn't just a mirror. Anything that could reflect reality could become a host for Mirror's Grudge. If Mirror's Grudge could evolve further, it could even use a calm water surface as a host.
As for the farmer's ghost, it hadn't been long since he died, so it shouldn't be able to reach the water surface yet. Glass, on the other hand, could become a host for Mirror's Grudge.
"Almost every room in the factory has glass windows. If Mirror's Grudge can use glass as a host, does that mean the entire factory is right under its nose?"
"But … but Mirror's Grudge never showed up on the glass before. I never sensed his aura of death from the glass either. Moreover, if he could transfer through the glass, with his murderous nature, he could have killed even more people in the previous cases. " Freud wasn't doubting Angor's judgment. He just didn't understand why Mirror's Grudge never showed up on the glass before.
"On a logical level, any abnormal behavior can be interpreted. Undead creatures don't have intelligence, but they can still do whatever they want to do to achieve their goals. Think of Mirror's Grudge as a wizard who can travel through mirrors. You're trying to protect Little Sam, so you're now enemies. After entering this scenario, why do you think he did not show you the ability to travel through glass? "
Freud followed Angor's train of thought and put himself in the same situation.
"In a battle where we don't know anything, understanding the enemy's mentality is the key. If it's me, I won't want my enemy to know my trump card. But I'm only hiding it because I want to show my weakness. "
"Why do you want to show your weakness?"
"Because you want your enemy to overlook your weakness so that you can kill him in one hit …" Freud suddenly realized something.
The farmer's ghost was not here to kill Freud, nor the knights and wizards of the Silver Heron Royal Family. His target was little Sam!
The reason why Mirror's Grudge chose to stay on the glass instead of going through it was to give his enemies an illusion that he couldn't travel through the glass.
When they really ignored the glass layer, it could use this opportunity to achieve its goal, which was to kill Sam!
But now, there was another problem. How could he go to the mountainside and kill Sam by pretending to be weak?
Mirror's Grudge's Grudge Mirror's was a mirror's mirror, which was a mirror's Grudge's had. They were at the foot of the mountain, which was quite a distance away from the mountainside. Jing Yuan couldn't jump directly to the mountainside.
Unless there was some other glass's Grudge's foot was stepping on it's Grudge.
However, Freud knew that there was nothing between the foot of the mountain and the waist of the mountain except for some wild beasts and plants.
Could it be that he had overlooked some details?
Freud glanced out of the window. From here, he could only see the dark forest and the faint silhouettes of the mountains in the distance.
In the distance, Freud could see a few moving flames.
Freud knew that the light came from the torches of the patrolling knights. Neya had sent them here to search for the rancher's ghost. Wait, knights?
Would the knight carry a glass mask with him?
An idea suddenly flashed through Freud's mind.
Knights rarely carried mirrors or glass with them. But Angor once mentioned that "anything that could reflect reality" could be used as a shelter. And there was indeed such a thing on a knight's body. It was called armor.
"Sir, can Grudge Mirror's Grudge Mirror's Grudge Mirror's Armor?" Freud quickly asked.
Other than a few alloy armors, most of the Royal Knights' armors were silver. After the silver armors were wiped clean, they were all incomparably shiny and could be used as mirrors.
"Of course." Angor nodded.
Freud's heart skipped a beat. "Shit!"
If Jing 'Grudge could really use his shiny armor to warp, then he could use the knights in different positions to warp multiple times before finally arriving at the Star Lake Castle halfway up the mountain. This was because the entire mountain was now filled with patrolling knights!
"I didn't sense Grudge Mirror's Grudge Mirror's Grudge Mirror today. I think he's already gone to the mountain. " Freud looked outside the window and saw the brightly lit Star Lake Castle at the side of the mountain. However, Freud couldn't help but feel something ominous.
Angor didn't know what was going on yet. Freud's words immediately alerted him.
Without hesitation, he activated the Illusion Gate on his spell slot and teleported to the side of the mountain.
In the next second, he and Freud appeared outside Star Lake Castle.
Freud sighed in relief when he saw what was going on. Druid was commanding the knights at the gate of the castle. There were also several royal wizards patrolling in the sky.
Grudge Mirror's Grudge wouldn't dare to break into Star Lake Castle at this time.
However, when Freud looked at Angor again, he sensed something was wrong. Angor was staring at the third floor of the castle with a frown.
The third floor was the floor where Sam was now!
"What's wrong, sir?" When Freud asked the question, Drew also noticed their arrival and hurried to greet them.
Angor didn't answer. Instead, he leaped into the air.
Freud manipulated his soul power and followed after him.
"Look." Angor pointed at the window of a room on the third floor.
Freud looked at where Angor was pointing and saw Sam's room.
The window wasn't closed properly, so there was a small gap. However, looking in from the outside, it was pitch-black.
Freud didn't sense anything else. But something was wrong with the darkness.
Even if the room wasn't lit, it shouldn't be this dark. It was as if something was devouring the light in the room.
While Freud looked around, Druid also flew into the air using his flying broom. He bowed to Angor from afar and looked at the room on the third floor.
However, Druid didn't use his eyes. Instead, he sent his spirit feelers into the room.
Just as the psychic tentacles drilled into the window, Drew exclaimed, "What a heavy aura of death. Oh no, it's that undead!"
Angor's arrival had attracted the attention of all the apprentices around him. Druid's shout caused a huge commotion among the apprentices.
When they looked at the window on the third floor, they all had a bad feeling.
They had been patrolling outside the castle every day just to keep an eye out for the undead creature. They didn't expect the undead creature to sneak into the castle without them noticing.
More importantly, it happened right under Angor's nose.
Lady Neya wanted to use this opportunity to please Angor. She was only willing to guard this place because she wanted to please Angor. But now, Angor was the one who noticed it first.
They all felt ashamed of themselves.
After that, they became angry at the undead creature. They knew it wasn't easy to deal with an undead creature, but they still wanted to rush into the room and teach it a lesson.
Six Apprentice Adepts had already entered the room, one after the other.
However, Freud didn't see any sign of them after they entered Sam's room. It was as if they had become one with the darkness.
Freud wasn't too worried about these apprentices. They had been in the wizarding world for years, and they wouldn't surrender so easily even if they encountered a special undead creature. He was more worried about Sam. "Sir, how's Sam?" Freud looked at Angor again.
"He's hurt a little, but he's fine for now."
Freud sighed in relief. He wasn't surprised that Angor could see what was going on in the room.
Drew, who didn't enter the room, also approached Angor respectfully.
"Don't worry about the wizards who entered the room. It's just an illusion created by the death aura. They're only temporarily trapped inside."
"Dead Souls Vision?" Freud asked. "What? The farmer's ghost has mastered the Dead Soul Vision? "
Angor shook his head. "It's not a Dead Soul Vision. It's a special kind of illusion created by using a mirror as a medium. Also, it seems to have something to do with space … Interesting."
The illusion didn't have any illusion nodes, but it also used some space energy to create an interesting effect. If he could use the illusion nodes to stabilize the illusion, the illusion would become much more powerful.
This was also the reason why he didn't destroy the illusion right away.
While Angor was observing the Dead Souls Vision, Sam was still fighting against the two farm owners' ghosts.
Dead Souls Vision was the name Angor came up with for the illusion in the room.
…
Sam had great reflexes, but it was still difficult for him to dodge all the attacks from the farm owner's ghosts with broken ribs and injured arms.
Boom!
Sam struggled to get up, but he was kicked in the waist by a huge force. His body flew in a parabola and smashed into a corner of the room.
The noise was accompanied by the sound of breaking furniture.
Sam felt as if all his bones were broken, and his vision turned blood-red. His forehead was injured, and blood was gushing out of it, blocking his vision.
In the misty blood, Young Sam heard footsteps.
He forced himself to raise his head. His vision was blurred by blood. The only thing he could see was the farm owner's strange and crazed face behind the blood.
Am I going to die? I killed him, and now I have to pay him back with my life?
I don't want to die like this … He tried to kill me first …
Images flashed through Sam's mind. They were all memories of the past. He was born in glory, grew up in misery, and finally saw the light of hope after meeting Angor. Now, he was going to fall into darkness again.
He didn't want to die like this.
But there was nothing he could do. His body was in so much pain that he couldn't move at all. There was no hope for him to escape from the farm owner's ghosts.
As Sam was about to face his doom, he suddenly heard a strange noise.
"Hey, there's a door here. Io, Aiur, are you behind the door?"
"What's going on here? Is this the Dead Souls Vision created by the undead?"
Sam's eyes glowed. He didn't know who was talking outside, but he felt a little bit of hope.
The person knew about the Dead Souls Vision, which meant he or she had studied supernatural knowledge before. Maybe he or she was a wizard trained by the Silver Heron Royal Family!
Sam wanted to shout to attract the person's attention, but he didn't even have the strength to speak.
He forced himself to hold on to his thoughts that were about to fall into darkness and pulled himself together a little. He tried to control his body, even if it was just to make a little noise.
But his limbs felt like they were filled with lead. He couldn't move at all.
Could it be that he really couldn't escape this calamity?
Just when little Sam was in despair again, he heard footsteps. Someone was walking towards him! And it was coming right to him!
"Huff …" The farm owner's ghost, who was looking at Sam, was also attracted by the footsteps.
He looked at Young Sam and then looked behind him.
His goal was to kill Sam. However, in his muddled mind, killing Sam in a straightforward way would not bring him any pleasure. He wanted to torture Sam to death.
Someone interrupted his plan. This was an unforgivable crime!
When Sam finally felt his limbs and wiped off the blood in front of his eyes, he saw the ghosts of the two farm owners disappearing into the distance...
Was he saved?
No.
Sam wasn't so optimistic.
Farmer Ghost obviously wanted to deal with the other people first, so he didn't let him go.
What he needed to do now was to use this chance to run away.
With all of his strength, little Sam struggled back up from the ground while enduring the great pain that came from his entire body.
He didn't have time to worry about the person being chased by the farm owner's ghost. He could only pray that the person was safe.
Sam stood in the middle of the hallway and looked around. His room was in front of him, and his room was behind him. It looked like a mirror.
Where should he go? How could he escape?
Sam thought for a while and finally limped to the room he was in. He wanted to look out of the window.
He was on the third floor. If he jumped down from here, he wouldn't die. Also, he remembered that there was a drainage pipe next to the window on the second floor. If he could grab the pipe, he wouldn't be hurt too badly.
With that in mind, Sam walked to the window and opened it.
Then, he was stunned.
What he saw was not what he expected. Instead, there was another room with the same decoration as the one he was in. It was just a mirror.
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