The Wizard’s Fairy Tale

"Haunted..." William smiled, "This is an interesting thing. If you don't mind, I want to stay here tonight and have a look..."

"This..." The miller seemed to be a kind person, but he still couldn't help persuading William, "Outsiders, no one who comes to the mill at night can survive until the next morning!"

"I'm getting more and more interested! Could it be that your mill hides some hidden secrets..." William said to the miller with meaningful eyes.

The miller got angry, "Hmph! I'm kind. If you want to die, you can die somewhere else. Don't die in my mill, so as not to affect my business!"

The miller asked the villagers to grind the wheat, of course it was not free, and the villagers had to take a fraction of the wheat they ground to the miller as a reward!

This was a lucrative job, and one half of the remuneration belonged to Mr. Billy, the owner of the farm, but the remaining half was enough for the miller to live a decent life.

If the daughter of the miller's wife's sister's mother's mother's lover had nothing to do with the farmer, this fat job would not be his turn!

The miller naturally cherishes this position very much, it is related to the food of his family.

But William is not willing to stop there, he just needs a batch of resentful spirits as the main ingredients of the potion!

So he said, "You say that, I won't believe it! Like this, you let me stay in your mill tonight. If there are really ghosts in the mill, then I will give this bag of salt to you." You, if there are no ghosts, forget it! How about it?"

With such an exciting condition, the miller was still hesitating, but the eyes of the owner of the farm, Mr. Billy, suddenly lit up. He jumped ahead of the miller and said, "That's it, I'll be the one Notary! If you really see a ghost in the mill tonight, then your bag of salt is mine!"

"Okay!" William showed a "confident" smile.

Mr. Billy also laughed. Originally, he was thinking of some way to take or buy William's salt at the lowest price. When William was so "stupid" to bump into him, how could he let him go so easily!

Everyone in the farm knew that the mill house was haunted at night. No one had ever been able to spend the night safely in it, and what they saw the next day were always corpses.

If William also turned into a corpse, wouldn't that bag of ownerless salt be his?

Even if William survived by luck, how dare he not give him the salt?

Mr. Lee likes this kind of costless buying.

Faced with such a situation, the miller could only shake his head and sigh secretly, showing a wry smile. He had good intentions, but for the sake of living, he dared not go against the wishes of Mr. Billy, the owner of the farm!

This matter was settled like this.

The owner of the farm even kindly invited William to eat together, but William directly refused.

As an official wizard, William is not so cheap.

And the owner of the farm didn't mind this when he thought that William was about to die.

Night soon fell with the sound of villagers' work.

Darkness enveloped the entire farm in large swaths, and there were only a few places where dim light flickered.

Among them, the mill house is one of them.

William had entered early, was sitting on a bench in the mill with the fireplace burning, and was meditating with his eyes closed.

The whole mill room has fallen into silence, only the flames in the fireplace are beeping and crackling slightly.

There was a black wind blowing outside.

Time passed by like this bit by bit, and soon came to the middle of the night.

Suddenly, with a creak, the originally locked door opened by itself!

William opened his eyes suddenly and looked towards the door.

A long table walked in by itself and stopped in the middle of the mill.

William frowned and took a closer look. It was an unusual table.

The four table legs are obviously four human fleshy feet,

The tabletop, however, is made up of white bones.

This is a bone table.

The white bone table was filled with all kinds of delicious things, including blood-red wine, black barbecue meat that was smoking white, and so on.

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 first seat 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 are ghosts!

In the observation of ordinary people's naked eyes, there is no one in front of them.

But in the wizard's spiritual detection, the bone chair in front of him was filled with twelve wraiths shining with colorless light.

Among them were men and women, old and young, with mutilated bodies and complete ones. They were all different, but there was one thing that was the same. Their eyes were empty, staring indifferently at the food in front of them.

The food in front of them is not what ordinary people think. The blood-red wine, detected by William's mental power, is actually viscous blood, and those barbecues, after the camouflage is removed, are all lumps. The white mold makes people feel disgusting just looking at it!

Hearing William's words, the group of wraiths looked at William in unison.

William also looked at them indifferently, conveying the message "I see you" in his eyes.

The wraiths were silent.

Suddenly, the two wraiths closest to William were the first to riot.

A body elongated like noodles, rolled up the bone chair behind him, and smashed it towards William's head.

Control things!

The other upper body, especially the head, swelled several times and turned into a super exaggerated funnel image. With a sudden opening of the mouth, a silent scream rushed to attack William before the bone chair.

Scream!

One of the common attack methods of Wraiths can make people upset and have a splitting headache. If it is serious, they may faint on the spot and bleed from seven holes!

But it is not effective for people with high mental strength.

This cry was enough to make ordinary people faint on the spot, but to William, it was like a breeze blowing against his face, and it had no effect at all.

With a thought, he quickly said a short witchcraft spell, and the earth energy particles gathered in his hands.

As soon as he stepped back, he avoided the bone chair that fell down, and at the same time, a khaki-colored stone was formed in his hand.

William threw it at the screaming wraith. This kind of stone formed by witchcraft, with the aura of earth energy particles on it, is also lethal to spirits.

The wraith was like a deflated balloon on the spot. It was thrown aside by a stone, and the spirit showed signs of being disorganized.

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