Death Wizard Diary

Intermittent words, as thin as hair, slowly crossed the black paper. After writing the last stroke, it fell silent.

Sid's soul didn't ask again who Thor was.

No other questions were asked.

He disappeared.

All the white writing on the black paper gradually dried and disappeared, and the black paper itself gradually melted away, as if it had been burned by fire, until nothing remained.

The diary flew back to Sol's left shoulder and closed it quietly.

"Is the diary actually inherited from the West German family? What kind of family ancestors can make such a prediction tool as a diary?"

In view of the power of the diary, Saul is more likely to have West Germany's family accidentally obtain the diary. However, due to various reasons, no one can become its owner, so they still do not know the true power of the diary.

But West Germany's family may be hiding the origin of the diary and other secrets, and we can trace the origins if we have the opportunity in the future.

"However, the matter of West Germany's grandfather still needs to be considered in the long term. In memory, West Germany once touched the diary, but was unable to activate it, so activating the diary should require other conditions."

Thor digested the information he just obtained, and then looked at his left hand.

"The issue of soul fragments is over for now. My left hand is... spirit ester? I seem to have seen this word somewhere. Yawn... let me recall..."

Sol yawned, climbed onto the bed on his hands and knees, and buried his head between the quilts.

He was really tired and fell into a deep sleep before his thoughts could drift away.

…

Sol opened his eyes before three o'clock in the afternoon.

Although he really wanted to sleep until noon the next day, Sol really didn't have the courage to skip work.

Social animals can still run away with a bucket, but if they run away with a bucket in the Wizard Tower, the bucket may not be filled with their own heads.

The second floor of the East Tower still looks familiar, but the people there have changed.

Senior Byron left the morgue yesterday.

As a third-level apprentice, he cannot continue to work in the morgue.

That would be overkill for the wizard tower.

The tasks of third-level apprentices are mainly in the outside world, so in the future Byron will be away from the wizard tower for a long time like other third-level apprentices.

Before leaving the morgue, Senior Byron told Sol that if Kongsha came back to ask about what West Germany was looking for, Sol would blame it all on him.

Come to think of it, Kongsha was not that stupid. She had to offend Byron for something she didn't know the details of, and at the same time lose the hidden relationship she had managed to put in the morgue.

The person who took over Byron's job was an unfamiliar second-level apprentice. It seemed that he had received Byron's advice. When he met Saul for the first time, he nodded politely.

Today's work is as exciting as ever.

Not everyone wants to die quietly.

Thor patted a crying female corpse to sleep, and then cut off her ears with a knife.

The ear grew a pair of wings and tried hard to fly away. Finally, Thor tied it up with a rope and put it in a small box to settle down.

That night, Sol finally had no more nightmares.

But in a small city separated by a viscounty from Gorsa Wizard Tower.

Some people can't sleep tonight.

Mrs. Hannah has been living like a noble lady since she married her current businessman husband.

Especially since the businessman husband is often away from home, they each do their own thing without interfering with each other.

The manor where the two of them live now was bought by the businessman husband from an old housekeeper.

Because all the original owners were dead, the price of the manor was kept very low.

At first, Mrs. Hannah felt uncomfortable living in a house where people had died, but after living there for a few days, she found that this manor was really nice!

It is spacious, luxurious, has front and rear gardens, and comes with a full set of luxurious furniture.

Living here gives you the feeling of becoming a noble lady.

But in the evening, the garden in front of the manor suddenly collapsed, revealing a sarcophagus underground.

Mrs. Hannah quickly brought someone over to deal with it.

It is really sad to have other dead people buried in the house.

She wanted to move the sarcophagus away and then go to the old housekeeper who sold the house to them to extort some money.

While moving the sarcophagus, the lid of the sarcophagus accidentally slipped open.

A servant opened the sarcophagus without permission after coveting the possible burial jewels in the sarcophagus.

But there was no treasure inside the sarcophagus, only a skinny mummy.

Everyone was greatly disappointed and just wanted to find a place to throw away the sarcophagus.

Unexpectedly, the mummy in the sarcophagus suddenly reached out and grabbed an old servant standing next to the sarcophagus.

The old servant screamed and struggled, but was completely unable to withstand the strength of the mummy.

The charred mummy's skin suddenly opened up layer by layer, stretched out, and turned into countless slender tentacles as if it were alive.

The tentacles wrapped the old servant tightly, just like a giant python swallowing an elk.

Everyone around was immediately frightened and fled away, except Mrs. Hannah who did not move.

Because she was so frightened that her feet were weak, but no one came to help her.

She wanted to turn around and run away, but her left and right legs refused to obey her control. She staggered and fell to the ground.

At this time, an old, dark hand reached out to Mrs. Hannah who was in tears.

"Which old servant is it?" Hannah trembled as she held the strong hand in front of her, thinking about how much reward she would give to this old servant after she escaped.

But when Mrs. Hannah stood up with strength, a strange old face appeared in front of her.

"Don't panic, madam. It was just an accident. After all, I haven't eaten for a long time."

The old man in front of him was hairless, dark, wrinkled, and skinny.

Mrs. Hannah finally remembered who this person was.

Isn't this the body that was just in the coffin?

He came back to life, and was a little fatter than before!

Mrs. Hannah knew that she could not outrun the opponent, so she cried and begged for mercy.

The woman's cries made the old man irritated. The skin on his face opened and closed, and he looked at the woman's fat and white breasts, ready to move.

"Owner."

At this time, an equally old voice called the old man's attention.

He looked up and saw a white-haired old man wearing a black butler's uniform, who also held a set of clothes in his hand.

The old man smiled.

"Hunter, when I opened my eyes and saw so many strangers, I thought something had happened to you."

Butler Hunter came over calmly, handed over the clothes, and helped his master hold down the struggling Hannah.

"Old Hunter? Old Hunter!" Mrs. Hannah recognized the housekeeper who sold the manor to them. "Please help me, help me."

Mrs. Hannah's other arm was tightly held by Hunter, and she realized that this old man was actually so strong.

But neither the scary old man nor the old housekeeper paid attention to her.

"I think if the master wakes up, he will be extremely hungry. These people are the snacks I prepared for the master." Hunter said the extremely cruel words with a respectful expression.

The old man smiled, "Hahaha, you can eat everything?"

"I checked and found that there is no special background. Please enjoy it, Master."

The old man was extremely satisfied. He snatched Mrs. Hannah, who was about to faint from fright, and raised it to his face.

He didn't open his mouth, but the charred skin spread from his face to his lower abdomen, revealing the blood-red texture inside.

One "bite" bit off half of Hannah's body.

…

The old man who had just woken up from the sarcophagus took a moment to enjoy the feast. Now the whole manor was silent. The old man had also returned from the original mummy shape to the appearance of an ordinary thin old man, but his skin was still dark, with a little dark red, which made him look like an ordinary thin man.

People dare not look directly.

The old man put on the robe handed to him by the butler Hunter and touched his bald head like a preserved egg.

"It seems it will take a few days for this hair to grow back. Now I look ridiculous." The old man asked casually.

"Master, you are always personable." Butler Hunter remained respectful.

The two of them walked towards the interior of the manor together.

"The master finally woke up, but found the diary?"

"Something went wrong. The diary seemed to have been snatched away by others. Little Sid was killed when he tried to snatch it back."

"Ah, poor little master." Butler Hunter lowered his head again, but there was no trace of sadness on his face.

"Yes, my poor grandson, he is my last blood relative."

This dark-skinned old man is West Germany's grandfather, Ralph.

He is also the only surviving member of the Bloodthorn family.

The old man soon became happy again, "But that kid from West Germany is still useful. Before he died, he had discovered the diary and activated the mark I hid on him. His spirit body will always haunt the murderer because of the mark. I just need to personally

If you go and confirm, you can find out who owns the diary."