Diary of the Death Wizard

Sol put his finger on the puppet, neither holding nor putting it down.

"Why do I always receive death warnings? Is it my bad luck, or is this the normal state of the wizard tower?"

Sol slowly and tentatively let go of his hand, and found that he hadn't turned into a puppet lying on the ground.

"It seems that if the puppet wants to take my body, she can't do it alone. I need to open the cabinet or face multiple puppets to do it."

Sol walked around the puppet and was about to bring the small bucket of sealed garbage.

"Since you don't plan to go back to the closet honestly, treat me like trash!"

However, Saul was too happy.

New writing appeared on the hardcover.

[Suo lunar calendar 314 years, May 21st,

Because of laziness, you throw the puppet in the trash.

Although this is indeed where it should be, the small bucket can seal the garbage, but it cannot seal the props.

You come to the lab the next day, and it's already like a hurricane passing through.

The angry senior Mark didn't listen to your explanation at all, and licked off all your skin, flesh, and internal organs...

You have become a bone.

Your left hand is happy. 】

Sol immediately jumped back and grabbed the puppet on the ground, "You are cruel enough, you will die if you put it in the cabinet, and you will die if you don't let it go!"

Holding the doll, he really wanted to crush it vigorously.

But the doll is very strong, with Sol's strength, even one of its arms cannot be removed.

Saul gave up trying.

Because when he was pushing hard, the doll seemed to smile.

Although there was no death warning, Thor always felt that breaking the puppet was not a good thing.

"Take it outside the laboratory and find a place to throw it away." Sol thought tentatively.

The hardcover book did not warn again, but retracted his left shoulder.

"call--"

Thor breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around to inspect the last section of the road, and left immediately.

But he just turned around...

"Clah la la la..."

There was the sound of something falling to the ground behind him.

The glass cabinet door was wide open, and the puppets inside were scattered all over the floor.

As soon as Thor turned his head, he inevitably met the eyes of one of the puppets.

"Help me, save me, save me..."

"Help me, save me, save me..."

"I want it too, I want it too..."

"Help me, save me, save me..."

In an instant, the voices of hundreds of people sounded in Sol's mind.

Saul no longer cared about the warning that he would be killed by Mark the next day, so he turned and ran, but as soon as his feet left the ground, he lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Sol wanted to get up, but found that his limbs were as stiff as wood.

A feeling of being eroded by numbness is spreading from his limbs to his torso, his brain...

"no!"

Sol remembered the teachings about meditation from Monica's mentor during the day, and immediately recalled the details of the walking diagram of the monster in his mind.

Although there is no picture in hand at this time, and there is no crystal ball to assist meditation, Sol still enters a state of meditation under the crisis of life and death.

The complicated voice in the ear immediately weakened, but it did not disappear completely.

Numbness recedes from the gut to the extremities.

If Monica was here at this time, she would probably be amazed that Sol's talent in mental power is better than she imagined.

But Sol still couldn't get up and run away, his limbs were still as stiff as wood. .

"No, I can still move my left hand!"

Saul felt that his bone left hand was not stiff, but could flex and extend flexibly.

He poured all his strength into his left hand and crawled on the ground, trying to stay away from the puppets behind him.

But when he moved his left hand, he couldn't maintain meditation, and the numbness spread along his limbs again.

But simply maintaining meditation can't solve the predicament, and he will even fall into a desperate situation after his mental power is exhausted.

Sol simply gave up on meditation, and concentrated on crawling with the power of his left hand, dragging his body, and crawling again...

Only when the numbness spread to his chest did Thor pause and meditate again, allowing the stiffness to recede into his limbs.

In this way, he kept switching between crawling, meditating, crawling, and meditating, and with difficulty, he approached the door of the laboratory little by little.

Sol's left hand was already on the door of the laboratory, "Unexpectedly, it was the in vivo experiment that saved me."

The door of the laboratory opened inward, and Sol needed to get up and pull the handle.

But when he tried his best to prop up his upper body with his left hand and wanted to lean against the wall, the door suddenly opened by itself.

Half of Mark's face protruded from behind the door, his eyes trying to stare down at Sol, revealing a large white of his eyes.

"Sol, what are you doing?"

Familiar faces appeared, but Sol felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

A chill swept across his body.

From the angle of his lying on the ground, he could see clearly.

So where is Senior Mark?

Obviously only a thin half-skin sticks out from the middle of the gate.

That cheek didn't seem to realize that he had been exposed, and he still stared at Sol, "The laboratory is in a mess, where are you going? Go back and clean it up!"

The big red trash can next to the door suddenly opened the lid by itself.

"Snapped!"

A pair of pale hands rested on the edge of the trash can.

The knuckles are protruding, and the veins are straight and violent, as if he is trying hard to climb up.

There was a weird sound of "gurgling" behind him, and he was slowly approaching Sol, and something was rolling towards him.

Thor's teeth began to chatter again. Unexpectedly, after becoming a wizard apprentice, he still couldn't get rid of the fate of being weak, helpless and waiting for death.

The hardcover book flew in front of him again, flipping through it quickly, but without stopping, a big word "death" was written on each piece of paper that flashed away.

It doesn't even bother to describe how Thor fell to his death.

"Hehe...hahaha..." Sol began to laugh, "Why does death always stare at me alone? Is my meat delicious? Hahaha..."

He has gone a little crazy.

"Come on! Come on! Let's go together! Let's see who is more powerful when we become Queen! Come on! Hahaha..."

"Boom!"

The door was suddenly pushed wide open.

The door hit Thor on the forehead, knocking him to the ground.

"Well!"

Sol's laughter was interrupted, he let out a low cry, and subconsciously covered his forehead with his hands.

"Wait, my body can move?"

The hardcover book quietly retracted to the left shoulder.

Before he had time to check, Sol quickly raised his head and looked forward.

On the door, half of Mark's face had disappeared.

The door was completely pushed open, and a man wrapped in pink bandages walked in slowly.

Except for a pair of silver eyes, the rest of the man was tightly wrapped in bandages.

No ears, nostrils, or even a shred of hair are exposed.

Stared at by the man's silver eyes, Sol lay motionless on the ground, his mind went blank, and he didn't even feel any fear.

Fortunately, the man in the pink bandage just glanced at Sol, then raised his head to the laboratory and whispered, "Go back."

He looked down at Sol again, the coldness in his eyes receded, as gentle as clear water.

"New apprentice, why are you spending the night in the lab?"

"overnight?"

With this thought, Thor regained consciousness all over his body, as if he was him again.

Sol turned his head to look at the hourglass on the wall, only to realize that the hourglass had fallen to the mark of eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.

"When Senior Mark left, it was clearly not yet six o'clock, why is it already eleven o'clock?"

In Sol's perception, he never spent more than half an hour alone in this laboratory.