"Haunted..." William smiled, "This is an interesting thing. If you don't mind, I want to stay here tonight and take a look..."
"This..." The miller seemed to be a kind-hearted person, but he couldn't help but persuade William, "None of the outsiders who come to the mill at night will survive until the next morning!"
"I'm becoming more and more interested! Is there any secret hidden in your mill that cannot be seen..." William said to the miller with a thoughtful look.
The miller got angry and said, "Huh! I mean this well. If you want to die, just go and die somewhere else. Don't die in my mill, so as not to affect my business!"
When the miller lets the villagers grind wheat, it is naturally not free. The villagers have to give a certain percentage of the wheat they grind to the miller as a reward!
This is a lucrative job, and one-half of the reward belongs to Mr. Billy, the owner of the farm, but the remaining one-half is enough for the miller to live a decent life.
If the daughter of the miller's wife's sister's lover's mother hadn't been related to the farm owner, he wouldn't have gotten the job!
Naturally, the miller cherishes this position very much, as it is related to the food of his family.
But William is not willing to give up. He needs a batch of vengeful spirits as the main ingredient of the potion!
So he said, "I won't believe what you say! Let me stay in your mill tonight. If there is really a ghost in the mill, then I will give you this bag of salt."
You guys, if there are no ghosts, forget it! How about it?"
With such an exciting condition, the miller was still hesitant, but the eyes of Mr. Billy, the owner of the farm on the side, suddenly lit up. He jumped in front of the miller and said, "It's settled, I will be the one to do this."
Notary! If you really see a ghost in the mill tonight, then your bag of salt will be mine!"
"Okay!" William showed a "confident" smile.
Mr. Billy also laughed. He was originally thinking of some way to take away or buy William's salt at the lowest price. How could he let it go so easily when William bumped into him so "silly"!
Everyone in the farm knew that the mill house was haunted at night. No one could sleep in it overnight, and what they saw the next day were always corpses.
If William also turned into a corpse, wouldn't the bag of ownerless salt belong to him?
Even if William survived by luck, how dare he not give him salt after seeing the ghost?
Mr. Li likes this kind of profit-free buying and selling very much.
Faced with this situation, the miller could only shake his head, sigh, and smile bitterly. He meant well, but for the sake of life, he did not dare to go against the wishes of the farm owner, Mr. Billy!
This matter was settled like this.
The owner of the farm even kindly invited William to have dinner with him, but William refused directly.
As an official wizard, William is not so cheap.
The owner of the farm didn't mind this when he thought that William was about to die.
Night soon fell amidst the sounds of villagers working.
Darkness enveloped the entire farm in large areas, with only a few places where dim light shone.
Among them, the mill house is one of them.
William had already entered early, lit the fireplace, sat on a bench in the mill, and meditated secretly with his eyes closed.
The entire mill room had fallen into silence, except for the faint crackle of the fire in the fireplace.
It was dark and windy outside.
Time passed like this bit by bit, and soon it was midnight.
Suddenly, with a creak, the door that was originally bolted opened by itself!
William's eyes suddenly opened and he looked towards the door.
A long table walked in and stopped in the middle of the mill.
William frowned and took a closer look. This was an unusual table.
The four table legs are clearly human flesh feet, while the table top is made of white bones.
This is a table of bones.
The bone table was filled with all kinds of delicious food, including wine as red as blood, black barbecue with white smoke, etc.
Chairs made of bones also flew in from outside the door. A total of twelve bone chairs were automatically arranged around the table, but no one appeared.
William's expression became solemn. He stood up from the bench and slowly walked to the head of the bone table.
Looking at the empty scene in front of him, William suddenly smiled, opened his arms, and said, "Welcome, guests from another world!"
Sure enough, there really is a ghost!
To the naked eye of ordinary people, there is no one in front of them.
But in the wizard's spiritual exploration, the bone chair in front of him was filled with twelve wraiths with colorless light.
There were men and women among them, old and young, some with incomplete bodies and some with intact bodies. They were all different, but one thing was the same. Their eyes were empty, looking at the food in front of them indifferently.
The food in front of them is not what ordinary people think of as food. The bright red blood-like wine, under the detection of William's mental power, is actually thick blood. And those barbecues, after the disguise is gone, are covered with lumps.
White mold makes people feel sick just looking at it!
After hearing William's words, these resentful spirits all looked at William.
William also looked at them lightly, his eyes conveying the message "I see you".
The resentful spirits were silent.
Suddenly, the two resentful spirits closest to William were the first to riot.
A body stretched like a noodle, rolled up the bone chair behind him, and smashed it into William's head.
Control things!
The other upper body, especially the head, suddenly swelled several times, turning into a super exaggerated funnel image. His mouth suddenly opened, and a silent scream preceded the bone chair and attacked William.
Screaming violently!
One of the common attack methods of resentful spirits can make people upset and give them a splitting headache. In severe cases, they may faint on the spot and bleed from all seven holes!
But the effect is average on people with high mental strength.
This scream was enough to make an ordinary person faint on the spot, but for William, it was like a breeze blowing on his face and had no effect at all.
With a thought in his mind, he quickly recited a short witchcraft incantation, and the earth energy particles gathered in his hands.
He stepped back to avoid the falling bone chair, and at the same time, an earthy yellow stone formed in his hand.
William threw it at the screaming resentful spirit. This kind of stone formed by witchcraft has the aura of earth energy particles on it, and it is also lethal to spirits.
The resentful spirit was like a deflated balloon on the spot. It became the same as before. It was hit to the side by a stone, and its spirit body showed signs of dispersion.