"He's gone..." This sound is very strange, it is not only a realistic sound, but also a fluctuation in the energy level.
"Let's go." As the voice fell, the empty corridor fell silent again.
The material world did not fluctuate in the slightest, but in the horizon where the energy was located, a figure... No, not just one, dozens or hundreds of figures passed through the stone walls in the corridor, entered the void, and disappeared.
…
Apocalypse Continent, Central Empire.
The gondola pierced the sea of the sky, white foam appeared on the bottom of the boat, and leisurely sailed towards the city of Saint Seme behind the central mountain range.
Just when they were about to arrive at the city of Saint Sam, Angel noticed that the little Sam on the opposite side began to become restless.
His eyes flickered, clinging to the edge of the boat, constantly looking down.
The morning star has just risen, and the sky is only slightly white. There was a touch of cold fog in the air, the visibility was not high, and there were not many scenes overlooked. The naked eye could only see the general outline of the landform, but Xiao Sam still tried his best to see it.
Soon, the gondola came to the side of the central mountain range, and from here, the bustling lights of the distant city of San Sem could be vaguely seen. However, Little Sam did not pay attention to the distant city at all, and was still overlooking the earth.
Suddenly, the cold mist below dissipated slightly, and Little Sam saw a lake.
His eyes froze suddenly.
Angel could clearly see that Little Sam's throat moved, and there were complex and sad emotions in his eyes.
Angel was a little curious, what exactly did little Sam see that made him feel so intense. So, he separated a trace of his spiritual power, reached out of the gondola, and looked down—
Before the night was over, a cold mist was surging beneath the clouds. Between the surging, you can vaguely see a clear lake on the mountainside, and an ancient castle hidden in the dense forest on the edge of the lake.
The old castle was surrounded by black iron fences, which looked abandoned for a long time, and even the road at the door was overgrown with smoke and vines.
"You care about the castle below?" Angel said softly.
Little Sam turned his head with surprise in his eyes: "Can Mr. Pat see it?"
"Well, an old castle that looks abandoned for a long time, there is a statue of a lady covered with moss at the door." Angel described casually.
When Little Sam heard the moss growing on the lady's statue, his eyes dimmed slightly, he hesitated for a while, and then he said, "... That statue is my ancestor and Queen Rowling, the founder of Saint Sam City."
"Oh? That is to say, the castle below belongs to Queen Rowling's clan, which is your old clan?"
Little Sam nodded slightly.
Angel: "Since it is Queen Rowling's clan inheritance, why is it abandoned?"
Little Sam's eyes flashed complex colors, and shook his head: "It's just my mother's branch that was abandoned, and the main branch today is still the royal family of the Central Empire."
"So that's the case." Angel did not ask any further questions. He wanted to come here and involve the stories of power struggles and disputes within the royal family.
He wasn't interested in these.
Little Sam clings to the edge of the boat. Seeing that the flying boat is about to leave the vicinity of the lake, he bit his lip and turned his head: "Mr. Pat, can I... Can I go to the castle?"
Angel didn't answer Little Sam immediately, but looked directly at him quietly.
"I know this request is very rude, but, but I..." Little Sam's face turned red, and he couldn't find a "but" reason, so he could only bow his head helplessly: "Forget it, it's my rudeness. ."
Angel smiled lightly: "For the sake of your guiding me, I agree."
Anyway, they have already arrived here, and it is not too short of time. Moreover, Angel noticed that there was a familiar smell in this ancient castle, Angel thought for a while, and simply agreed to Little Sam's request.
Little Sam's eyes lit up instantly, and he looked at Angel with gratitude.
Angel controlled the gondola to descend slowly, passing through the sparse clouds, and after a while, they landed on the lake.
The gondola perfectly transitions from the flying boat in the sky and the sea to the rafting on the lake.
Slowly cut through the water and docked at the already decayed dock.
After standing on the pier, they could already see the quiet ancient castle fifty meters away from here.
Looking at it up close, you can feel the hugeness of the castle even more.
Although the castle has been abandoned and covered with moss and climbing vines, judging from Angel's appreciation of architecture, this castle was absolutely beautiful in its heyday.
It is very strong in the art capital of St. Syme, which is famous at home and abroad.
Even now, she looks like a lady sitting by the quiet mountain lake. Only, a little dust fell.
"This ancient castle is said to have been specially built by Queen Rowling for self-cultivation in her later years. It has been passed down for thousands of years, and was later inherited by my mother." Little Sam's eyes filled with nostalgia, as if he was looking towards Ange. Er explained that Xiang was whispering to himself: "When you look at the lake from the castle at night, you can see the quiet lake full of stars, so my mother named this castle Xinghu Castle."
"Before there was an accident at home, I would come here with my mother every summer in the middle of the year."
"The apple tree over there was planted by me and the gardener's son; and the notch on the big rock was painted by me naughty at the beginning..." Little Sam said in a nostalgic tone, as he turned towards Go to the castle.
When he walked to the iron fence at the entrance of the castle, little Sam finished recalling the pictures of the past summer.
"Here, carries my childhood." Little Sam couldn't help but sigh.
"You are still a child now." Angel whispered beside him.
Little Sam lowered his head: "In the past few years, the only person who said I was still a child was Mr. Pat."
Little Sam said, and walked to the gate of the fence.
Even if it was locked, after so many years, the unmaintained and decaying door could not hold up the rust of water vapor. Little Sam just pushed it gently, and the lock fell off and the door opened.
Crossing the muddy road, Little Sam walked all the way to the statue of Queen Rowling.
As Angel said, the statue of Queen Rowling is covered with moss, and the pure white statue seems to be moldy, which makes the sculpture expressing the beauty of pure goodness a bit more bizarre.
However, in Little Sam's view, Queen Rowling's sculpture is still what she looked like when she was a child. He stood in front of the statue for a while before going around the statue and walking towards the castle.
Little Sam didn't notice that when he turned his back to the statue, Queen Rowling's eyes flashed with blood.
Angel saw it, and the corner of his mouth twitched lightly, but he didn't move.
When Little Sam came to the gate of the castle, he was still full of emotion and wanted to open the gate without hesitation.
However, just as little Sam was about to touch the door handle, a force suddenly appeared behind him, pulling him back vigorously.
Little Sam staggered for a while, took a few steps back, and finally stood beside Angel.
"Mr. Pat?" After little Sam finally stood up, he looked beside him with some doubts.
Angel's eyes were fixed on the dusty gate in front of him. After a while, he chuckled softly: "I saw some interesting little guys."
Funny little guy? Little Sam didn't understand what Angel meant. He also looked at the door carefully. It was the same as when he was a child... No, there are still some differences. When he came here as a child, the air was always contaminated with Titian's servants when he toured. The smell of smoky, but now, there is a stench of decay and mildew.
It should be close to the lake, the musty smell after the water vapor eroded the wood, and the smell of some dead mice.
Could it be that the little guy Mr. Pat was referring to was a mouse
When little Sam was about to ask, a strange laugh suddenly entered his ears.
Hey, the laughter came from behind... Is there anyone behind? Little Sam was about to turn his head to see who it was, but as soon as he moved his head, he felt darkness in front of him.
In Angel's sight, little Sam just turned his head, and his originally clear eyes completely changed.
The whites of his eyes and pupils all turned pitch black, and from time to time a bloody red light flashed. The corners of his mouth also evoked a strange arc, and he rushed towards the castle gate at an extremely crazy pace.
"Possessed." Angel glanced at the statue of Queen Rowling not far away, and then looked at Little Sam, whose expression changed greatly, and said softly.
As if little Sam didn't hear Angel's voice, he still ran towards the castle excitedly.
However, before he ran to the castle gate, there was another person in front of him.
It was Angel.
"I thought you would find a way to attack the soul of Little Sam, but I didn't expect it to be possessed." Angel looked at Little Sam with dark eyes: "How did you do it?"
Little Sam tilted his head, didn't answer, but evoked a weird smile: "Whoever stops me, die—"
The voice was androgynous, definitely not Little Sam's.
After his words fell, Little Sam's nails began to grow wildly, turning sharp and pitch black in the blink of an eye.
"Death!" Little Sam waved his claws and rushed towards Angel.
After all, little Sam is only a mortal, and even if he is possessed, it is impossible for him to become a superman in an instant. His speed is still limited by his body.
So, little Sam didn't even see what was going on, and the cold metal muzzle was pressed against his forehead.
It was a revolver gun covered with silver dark lines, which was held by Angel, and the muzzle of the gun was placed between the eyebrows of Little Sam.
"Although I don't know what you want to do, but you dare to possess yourself in front of me, you may not be too bold... Let's die completely."
When the voice fell, Angel gently pulled the trigger, and a strange ripple shot out from the muzzle.
With a shrill scream, a shadow of the undead with dark eyes and blue veins on his face drifted out from Little Sam. It also wanted to attack Angel, but before it moved, the entire spiritual body had collapsed and disappeared completely into the world.
With the disappearance of the undead, the color of Little Sam's eyes gradually returned to normal, and his nails also changed back.
Little Sam opened his eyes, his eyes were a little confused and out of focus, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
"Mr. Pat, what happened to me just now?" Little Sam vaguely felt that something was wrong before, but he couldn't remember what happened before.
"It's nothing, it's just possessed by an undead." Angel said casually.
"Death, death... Undead?!" Although Little Sam still didn't know the truth of the supernatural world, he had heard of the undead, a malicious ghost that often appeared in the storybook.
"Yes, to be precise, it's an undead hidden in the statue over there." Angel said at this time, slightly puzzled: "Speaking of which, the power of the undead is very weak, but he can actually use Possession, it makes me wonder."
Possession, among the tricks of the soul depicted by Nice, is also a relatively difficult technique. In general, the undead who have accumulated resentment for at least ten years may learn it by chance.
But the undead just now, who has been dead for five or six years at most, has such high-end skills
Little Sam experienced life and death in one day, and got a glimpse of a corner of the extraordinary world on the gondola. Therefore, after learning the news of the undead, apart from being shocked at first, he quickly accepted this setting. He even asked curiously, "Why are there undead here?"
Angel: "The spirit of death and resentment here is very strong. It is estimated that many people have died in recent years. In this kind of place, it is easy to gather undead."
The reason why Angel agreed with Little Sam to come to the castle was because, on the one hand, he had arrived at the castle, and he repaid little Sam for leading the way; on the other hand, he sensed a familiar atmosphere here.
This familiar aura, without a doubt, is an extremely strong evil thought death aura.
These evil thoughts gathered together, turning this originally quiet and beautiful castle into a real... ghost castle.
"What do you mean by sir, there are still undead here?" Little Sam Tun choked his saliva and looked at the dark old castle nearby: "Are there any inside?"
Angel nodded: "Of course, except for the undead before, all the other undead... are inside."
When Little Sam heard this, his cheeks turned pale in fright.
"The little guy that Mr. Pat just said is..."
Angel nodded: "Yes, I mean the undead. For example, the one at the door at this time."
Little Sam froze for an instant, only to feel a chill on his back. He seemed to be in slow motion, his head slowly turned back, and then he saw a long-haired woman floating at the door.
When Little Sam looked over, the long-haired woman raised her face covered by her hair.
Bulging eyes, blue and purple dead marks, and hanging black... tongue!
Seeing this scene, Little Sam was so frightened that he sat directly on the ground, rubbing back and forth, his lips trembling.
He now finally understands why Mr. Pat pulled him back before, because the undead are there!
"It's not just the undead at the door, the window over there, the eaves in the upper right corner, the chimney on the top floor, next to the flue on the second floor..."
Angel's voice continued to come. Every time he said a word, Little Sam saw the corresponding position, and there were terrifying shadows that appeared and disappeared.
In just a few seconds, the ancient castle that seemed to be empty, instantly became extremely 'lively'.
"… there are undead."
At least more than 30 undead have appeared all over the castle.
At this time, they will all look at Angel and Little Sam at the door with vicious eyes.