Death Wizard Diary

Chapter 177 You are still ruthless

Seeing Ferguson taking another step forward, with murderous intent in his eyes, Saul quickly reached back and pushed the door open a crack.

"Senior, there is no need to be angry. I still want to study this candle to avoid causing trouble to both of us. Besides, even if this transaction is aborted, we can still talk about other materials, right?"

Ferguson, who was about to go berserk, suddenly calmed down.

The unexpected function of the candle made him temporarily forget his original intention.

The candle is just a bait to control Thor, the things he really needs to save his life are still in the second warehouse.

"Then give me back the magic crystal!" Ferguson stretched out a hand expressionlessly.

"Okay, I'll go in and get it now." Sol smiled, turned his head... and froze in place, motionless.

Seeing that Saul said yes but stood there motionless, Ferguson suddenly felt like he was being teased again.

Five hundred magic crystals is not a big deal for a third-level apprentice, but it is not a small amount either. If Thor dares to steal it, Ferguson will beat him half to death even if he blocks the door and then snatches it back.

But he himself didn't notice that his lips moved slower and slower, and his voice became increasingly blurry.

Previously in the second warehouse, the corpses were attracted by the red candles, but when the candles were extinguished, the corpses would automatically return to their places.

Sol took two steps back and didn't stop until his heel hit the door.

Saul stared blankly at Ferguson in front of him.

Highly nervous, he looked back in fear and checked, confirming that the door was tightly closed and there was no trace of it being opened, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Thor seemed to have seen the ending of himself being restrained, squeezed and deformed like a piece of crystal mud, and then forcibly pulled into the narrow crack in the door.

Even though Ferguson had stepped forward and reached out to snatch away his candle, he remained motionless.

Even when Thor was waiting stiffly for the door to close, fingers as soft and slender as noodles stretched out from inside the door again.

Finally, the noodle-like fingers slowly retreated, reluctantly shrinking back into the bronze door.

Ferguson walked forward directly and shook his arm again, "Otherwise, give me the candle!"

This action is exactly the same as the one that just swallowed Ferguson.

On this day, May 4, 316, the disappearance of Level 3 Ferguson had not yet caused an uproar among the apprentices.

Seeing that the corpses were motionless, Thor let out a long sigh.

But now that the candle has entered the colorful world of the bronze door, and the door is closed, why don't these corpses go in?

After putting down the last corpse, Saul took the warehouse manual and checked the corpse numbers one by one with an expressionless face. After making sure that nothing was missing, he threw the manual back on the table.

Looking at Ferguson who was gradually being mummified by "noodles", Saul did not dare to move. Only his eyes trembled slightly. Turning to the corner of his eyes, in the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw that Ferguson had also become soft, and was covered by those white hands.

Bit by bit, he slowly stuffed it into the crack in the door that was only as wide as your fist.

When pushing open the first metal door, you can only push the door on the left or the right. If the doors on both sides are pushed open at the same time, you should immediately stand still until the door is closed.

These fingers gradually touched Sol's ankles and began to climb up his calves.

Sol couldn't hear what the other party said at all.

Ferguson, on the other hand, was completely unaware of the situation until his face was swallowed up by the door, staring at Saul as if waiting for his answer.

But they were very strong, and one by one they wrapped around Ferguson's body, wrapping them around several times, and slowly pulled him into the door.

On this day, a newly promoted second-level apprentice named Sol "Hang Chi Hang Chi" spent several hours moving nearly a hundred stiff and heavy corpses from the corridor on the first floor of the East Tower back to the second warehouse.

So delicious, so delicious...

The interior of the bronze door, which was pushed open by Thor, revealed a colorful scene.

I'm afraid this matter must be reported to Instructor Kaz.

Although Instructor Kaz only told him the rules once, he remembered every one of them clearly.

Ferguson was still unaware and kept opening and closing his mouth.

He turned around and saw the crowd of corpses in the corridor.

After urging, Thor still stood still.

But he could never wait any longer.

Thor looked at the group of corpses again and asked with a hint of pleading: "The door is open, can you go back now?"

From Thor's perspective, slender white arms stretched out from the inside of the metal bronze door with both doors open.

He wanted to run, but the diary reminded him that if he moved, he would really turn into dough and be kneaded by his hands.

Therefore, when Saul turned around and saw both doors opened inwards, he immediately stood there and did not dare to move again.

So Sol didn't even dare to blink his eyes, and his pupils didn't dare to tremble anymore. He just stood there stiffly.

After devouring Ferguson, the interior of the bronze gate billowed with colors, rising and falling like waves. Saul felt as if he was on the beach and heard the huge waves overturning the ship.

Those arms have the same slender fingers, which are slender and soft, like noodles that have been cooked for several hours.

The shaking is like ripples on the water, and the color changes are dazzling.

"I took the candle. Next time I trade...I...will...go..."

Ferguson was caught inside the gate, facing danger and danger.

Ferguson also felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.

They are looking for any leftover food scraps.

He carefully pushed the bronze door again. This time, the right side of the door opened separately. There was also a normal room inside, without those phantom ripples.

The brilliant colors inside the door slowly stopped fluctuating, and the door gradually closed.

Sol's eyes kept staring at the gap in the door, and finally waited until the bronze door began to close.

Ferguson stood in front of him, holding a red candle in his hand and his lips still moving.

"Ho ho ho ho ho..." Panting violently for a while, Sol smoothed his sweat-soaked hair, then supported the ground and stood up slowly.

One by one, they faced the direction where Ferguson disappeared, and strange smiles suddenly appeared on their expressionless faces.

So Ferguson didn't notice that Sol's hand was obviously only on the right side of the bronze door, but the two leaves of the door actually pushed a little inward at the same time!

Thor didn't dare move.

He pushed the big box under the abandoned candlestick directly in front of the group of corpses, sat down on it, panting heavily, and scanned the standing corpses one by one.

Noodle-like fingers penetrated into his mouth, nostrils, ears...

Thor waited for a while and looked at each other with a group of scary guys pretending to be honest.

A drop of cold sweat instantly precipitated from the pores of the skin, gradually enlarged and slid down, taking more companions with it.

…

These guys still refuse to go back.

"I can finally see it," said Thor, whose arms were shaking slightly from exhaustion. "Except for a few corpses of official wizards, all the people ran out to watch the fun?"

When the two doors were completely closed, Thor fell to the ground as if he had lost all strength.

Every corpse is numbered and is the most important material in the warehouse. Saul cannot let them stay outside the warehouse.

As soon as he finished speaking, Ferguson, who was about to be angered by Saul, finally noticed the abnormality.

"Is the inside of the bronze gate like this? I don't think I've ever heard Ku Jin talk about it."

Imagine that you are just like the corpses around you.

The pale fingers were tapping, slapping, and groping along the ground, along the walls, and along the ceiling...

After all, Ferguson is not a warehouse manager, and Kukin will not tell him everything.

It's not that he hasn't thought about using the mage's hands, but like Ferguson, the magic power that makes up the mage's hands is absorbed the moment it touches the corpse. Only pure physical contact can move these heavy corpses.

But before that, Sol still has something to solve.

Like a sculpture.

"You..." Thor looked at the corpses still standing facing the door, "When will you go back?"

Although these corpses have a vicious reputation, Sol, who has been in close contact with them nearly a hundred times, can't really feel any awe at this time.

"If you want red candles, I still have a few here. Is it necessary to go out of the warehouse with so much effort?"

Saul wanted to knock those guys who ran out one by one on the head, but thinking about their behavior after Ferguson disappeared, he gave up.

At this time, he could only mutter and complain: "I went out when I went out. Why can't I come back when I go out? Are you really not here to walk me?"

(End of chapter)