Diary of the Death Wizard

Sol didn't dare to move, but his eyes didn't leave the slender arms that were as soft as noodles on the opposite side for a moment.

The fingers on the arm twisted slightly, as if excited or twitching.

Gradually, they touched Sol.

Thorn suddenly tensed up.

Because these arms really touched his spirit body, rubbing along his feet, his hands, and his face over and over again.

Thor was not surprised that these white arms could touch him. Judging from the appearance pattern, they were not ordinary monsters, but more like wraiths composed of spirit bodies.

These arms once involved Ferguson, a third-level wizard apprentice, and their strength was terrifying enough to rival that of a formal wizard.

Sol is now in the state of the soul, and has no magic power or witchcraft to rely on. The mental power that just tore his face may not be able to cut off the "noodles" in front of him.

He planned to wait for the arms to recede before finding a way into the warehouse.

But these grotesque arms became more and more vigorous, and even entangled him and refused to leave. Even those arms and fingers that touched the wrong direction came to them one by one, entangled Sol, and almost turned him into a mummy. .

Moreover, as time passed, the cold and fine numbness began to spread down his skin, penetrating into the bones and internal organs little by little.

Sol can only be thankful that he is currently in the state of the soul, and there is no skin or bone at all, otherwise his body will definitely be severely injured, and he will not be able to maintain a still state.

Sol endured the discomfort, waiting for the arm to recede, and when the door closed, what he waited for first was the diary that flew in front of him.

The hardcover book unfolded, and the white pages flipped, revealing a new page.

[Suo lunar calendar 316 years, June 12,

You who don't sleep well,

Met them who were equally restless,

At first it was just a careful exploration,

But greed gradually overcame reason,

Maybe there is no reason at all,

they pull you,

You are cordially invited to join the midnight carnival,

after tonight,

I hope that your corpse left in this world,

Can be found before it rots! 】

Thor's eyes widened suddenly.

After being reminded by the diary, he found these arms touching him, and began to pull him slightly tentatively towards the inside of the gate.

"Greed overcame reason! Are they going to pull me into the door regardless of the rules?"

Having long been accustomed to the diary's way of speaking, Sol found out the really useful information from it in an instant.

He no longer cared about the rules his mentor told him, and immediately struggled.

He kept tearing at the arms and fingers that were wrapped around him.

If you are entangled endlessly, you will break it abruptly!

Sure enough, these arms have not yet made up their minds to pull Thor into the door. As soon as Sol struggled violently, he immediately broke free from most of the arms around his body.

He turned and ran away as he broke free.

But his escaping action instantly stimulated those arms that were still hesitating.

Greed instantly overwhelmed fear!

The arms gradually swelled and thickened, and the five fingers also became strong and powerful.

The corridor was suddenly crowded with countless white arms, and the skin made a sticky and rough friction sound as the skin was squeezed.

An arm that was still resting on Sol's face swelled instantly, and his fingers twisted to hold Sol's face, blocking his sight, wanting to keep him.

While Saul was floating, he tore the fingers on his face vigorously.

But the opponent was very strong, although he couldn't stop Sol from escaping, he still held him tightly and refused to go down.

The speed of Sol's escape was forced to slow down because of this arm, and he no longer cared about acting cautiously. He grabbed the opponent's fingers with both hands, even used his teeth, and bit them hard.

Vaguely, he seemed to hear a scream.

The fingers covering his face receded in an instant, like a broken rubber band, bounced back suddenly, and disappeared into the gap between the other huge arms.

Sol can continue to accelerate.

But the sound of rubbing behind him was getting closer, and he couldn't help but turn around, only to see that a few fingers were about to touch his back.

The diary is still open on his chest, which means that he has not escaped the life and death crisis.

Sol gritted his teeth, trying to continue to accelerate, when he suddenly heard a "creak" in his mouth, and realized that he had just bit off a piece of meat from the arm covering his face.

"Bah!" He casually spat out the piece of meat of unknown composition, while running, he yelled at the arms that were approaching, "Fuck it, follow me, and kill you all!"

Unexpectedly, this casual threat actually had some effect.

The arm closest to him subconsciously stopped.

But that's all it took, the other arms were still surging and stretching frantically, trying to pull Sol back into the deep darkness.

Sol was hooked on his ankle by a finger again, staggered and almost fell to the ground.

"I can't go on like this!" He quickly adjusted his center of gravity, "I don't have any magic power now, and I can't cast spells. If I really stop and bite my teeth, I will definitely be entangled and brought back."

The wizard apprentice was mentally weak and had no means of attack. The only time Sol used the spirit body to fight was with the help of the consciousness platform built for him by Byron.

Then add bricks with bare hands

"I can't stop. If I stop, I will definitely be caught back. I remember that the spirit body also has ways to attack, but apprentice wizards basically cannot touch it..."

Saul's mind had the scene of Victor using the harp to control people's minds.

"Victor doesn't have any magic power fluctuations, so when he plays the harp, he won't arouse the vigilance of others. It also becomes the prerequisite for him to control other people secretly."

After all, a defensive mind and a relaxed mind are two completely different forms.

Even if Victor was a second-tier wizard, it would be difficult to control the minds of so many people at the same time.

That would go against the basics Thor had learned in the Wizard's Tower.

The fingers behind him were getting closer, and Thor felt something trying to touch his back more than once.

"Gamble!"

There were no new reminders in the diary, so Sol made up his mind and immediately began to use his mental power.

But this time, he didn't have magic power for the operation of witchcraft, but Sol still didn't stop, what he mobilized was-spiritual power!

As the mental power moved like magic, he felt as if he had turned into a twisted vortex, constantly changing shape as the mental power moved.

This always left him clouded and difficult to maintain. But whenever he was on the verge of forgetting what he was doing, he would glance down at his diary.

The brain regains consciousness in an instant!

Finally, a simple model of witchcraft, with spiritual forces built and flowing within the spiritual body.

It's now!

Sol's head turned 180 degrees in an instant, and like a real evil spirit, he stared at those arms that were close at hand!

0-level witchcraft, staring in despair!

Swish!

As if someone had pressed the pause button, all the twisted arms stopped moving in an instant, and stayed stiffly in place.

Sol didn't continue to appreciate the shock effect caused by his risk of death, they quickly straightened their heads and continued to run wildly.

His choice was correct, because after three seconds, those frozen arms grew wildly like a rage again!

Thor felt that his mental power had been consumed a lot, and he wondered if he had any energy left for the next attack

In the next second, he suddenly entered a bright area.

The pale arms that followed him into the light immediately began to smoke, and each of them shrank back as if they had touched a soldering iron.

At the same time, the diary finally closed and floated leisurely back to Sol's left shoulder.

"Ah..." Thor's entire spiritual body almost collapsed, he slowly fell back to the ground, and said to himself, "...he survived."

Thanks to the big guy (cute) for the reward~\\(≧▽≦)/~