Diary of the Death Wizard

Sol slowly moved his gaze away, and finally landed on the center of the hall on the first floor.

"Is that it?"

Sander turned his head and froze in place.

"Yes, it's my box, but... why, I just walked over there."

As he said, he walked quickly towards the box, stroked his hands up and down, and finally even hugged the whole box in his arms.

Saul was also a little puzzled.

This box was definitely not there when he came in!

And when he checked just now, he didn't find any mechanism on the ground that could hide things, nor did he find any supernatural existence.

So how did that box suddenly appear?

Is this box special, or is there something unusual about this house that Sol didn't notice?

Thinking of the fact that an apprentice who was expelled from the Wizard Tower once lived here, and that apprentices under the age of 30 who have not reached the third level are prone to mutations, Sol is more inclined to think that there is a problem with this house.

But when he started to meditate again and looked over, the house was still clean.

What is not clean is the rattan box, which is half the height of a person.

An ominous gray mist escaped from it, and finally merged with the arm around Sander's neck.

But to Thor's surprise, the gray mist intentionally avoided Sander's body, only surrounding him.

It seemed to be afraid of hurting him.

Confirming that the gray mist is a kind of resentment from corpses, Sol raised his eyebrows, "It doesn't seem to be the killing and hiding corpses I thought at first."

He originally wanted to sign an agreement with Sander and let him leave with this dangerous rattan box.

Although the other party may be a perverted murderer who carries a corpse with him, Thor doesn't intend to be nosy, and that arm is likely to avenge himself.

But now it seems that the death of the corpse seems to have another story.

A down and out man, running around with a dead body. After the body was lost, he returned to the frightening "haunted house" several times to find it.

A resentful spirit tightly wrapped around the man in front of him, but he was careful not to let his breath hurt him.

What was Sander's relationship to the body in the box - or the owner of the arm around his neck - anyway?

Sol suddenly became interested.

Holding on to the handrail of the stairs, he walked down slowly, "What's your relationship with the person in the box?"

Sander, who was hugging the box tightly at first, froze. He turned his head and looked at him. Sol, who walked up to him, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he lowered his head in discouragement.

"Sure enough, you saw it."

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, put it on the leather belt that was wrapped layer after layer of the rattan box, and slowly untied it.

Then, he gently put the box down, reached out and opened the brass buckle.

He took a deep breath and slammed open the lid of the box.

Thor looked into the box calmly.

Unsurprisingly, it was a female corpse.

She looked twelve or thirteen years old, with her arms around her knees, lying on her side in a box, her face was not too pretty, and she could be called cute if she was alive.

She was wearing a light pink dress that was somewhat yellowed and faded, and there was a small gold hairpin on her head.

It looked like a recently dead body.

The only thing that was special was that she didn't have any wounds on her body, nor did she have any signs of decay.

Thor's eyes fell on the golden hairpin.

This hairpin is as brand new as its owner, without any trace of corrosion from the years.

"It should be this witchcraft prop that keeps her body from rotting."

Sol squatted down and looked at it, and found that the pattern on the hairpin was indeed a witchcraft symbol, just a witchcraft word that he had never seen before.

Seeing that Saul didn't mean to touch the female corpse, Sander's tense shoulders slowly relaxed.

He began to slowly tell the story of himself and the female corpse.

In fact, the story is very simple and commonplace.

In order to prevent his sister from being sold to an old man as a plaything by his debt-ridden stepmother, Sander, the older brother, took his sister and ran away overnight. However, the old man was a rich and powerful man, and he even enshrined a wizard.

For some reason, he pursued Sander and his sister closely. Even paid for and spent a lot of manpower to track them down.

Young men and women are easily interrogated when walking on the road, so Sander specially bought this big rattan box and let his sister hide in it.

Relying on this stupid method, they escaped the search.

Everything was going well until he took a boat from the eastern mainland across the bay to Blue Water Bay, the mouth of the sea.

As he disembarked from the boat, there were some crashing sounds in the rattan box. But because his younger sister boarded the ship evading the fare, he watched the talking and laughing sailors around him and didn't dare to move. He just patted the box to calm his younger sister down.

And the box was immediately quiet.

Sander thought that the movement just now might just be that his sister was sitting uncomfortably, so he adjusted his posture.

But who would have expected that when he got off the boat quickly, found a secluded place, and opened the box, he found his sister curled up inside, motionless, without heartbeat or breathing... her body was already stiff.

Although many years have passed, Sander still shed a line of tears when he said this.

The tears were very quiet, silently dripping down the corners of his eyes, rolling over the skin that had experienced years of vicissitudes, and falling on the open collar of his faded and yellowed shirt.

Sander wiped his tears skillfully, then dried his hands on his trousers, and then carefully closed the box.

He would reach out and carefully arrange the skirt and hair of the female corpse so that they would not be caught by the box.

"I made you laugh, my lord. This box is worthless, but it contains my most precious treasure."

He even smiled at Thor.

Despite Sander's efforts to maintain calm, Thor could still feel from him a great sadness that had been suppressed for a long time.

Seeing that Saul didn't look impatient, Sander couldn't help pouring out some thoughts.

"Later, I often thought, if I didn't think about saving the money for the ferry ticket, I immediately opened the box and checked the situation of my sister, wouldn't she have died?"

"I always thought that the rattan box was more breathable, but I didn't expect... Maybe it was a bit hot that day, and there were a lot of people crowded around me, which made her uncomfortable. She wanted to change her posture to breathe, but Because of my orders, be patient and obedient..."

Sol looked at the rattan box that was heavily wrapped again, "Then why did you put her in the box?"

"Middler likes... Oh, Middler is my sister. Her name is Miska, and my mother and I always call her that. She doesn't want to leave this box. Once I want to take her out, she will cry."

"She will cry?"

"Yes my lord, I did not lie."

Sol leaned on his chin, "Then you pick her up and let me see."

"This..." Sander obviously showed a bit of reluctance, but after struggling for a moment, he reached out and opened the box.

He was afraid that if he didn't do it himself, the wizard would do it himself.

As Sander said, when she gently lifted her sister's head, a drop of water leaked from the girl's tightly closed eyes.

When Sander lifted the girl's shoulder again, the tears rolled down like broken beads.

"My lord?" Sander looked at Sol beggingly, apparently unable to bear to raise his sister's body again.

"Okay, I see, you put her back." Saul didn't force Sander any more, but after Sander put down his sister, he continued, "Your sister didn't die of suffocation, she was suffocated. Killed by evil spirits."

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