Diary of the Death Wizard

Chapter 408 New Moon Calendar...

"The candles in the Wizard's Tower never go out."

The candlestick in Heywood's hand was pulled from the wall.

"This sentence used to be the first entry in the apprentice's handbook. Now it is the only one. At night, the candle will never go out."

Sol leans closer to the candlelight.

Not long after they entered the west tower, it was completely dark.

Unnaturally fast.

It made Sol feel that this is not the real world.

He looked around the messy room, feeling a little stuffy.

"After nightfall, the atmosphere here becomes very strange." Sol tugged at his collar, the air was too dull, and he felt a faint sense of suffocation.

It was as if the air in one room was not enough for two people to breathe.

After nightfall, Heywood didn't talk much.

He curled up in the corner, staring at the candlestick one meter away, as if afraid that it would go out at any time.

"I think someone is watching us." Sol walked towards the door.

The door was temporarily assembled with the door of a certain dormitory. The gap in the door was a bit wide, and the cold wind blew in.

"Of course, a lot of people." Heywood moved, and rarely responded to Saul, "Don't look around, wait until dawn."

But Sol was not as cautious as Heywood, he didn't plan to stay in this illusion for a hundred years.

The key to breaking the illusion is to break its laws.

Although this illusion is so real that Sol has repeatedly doubted it, but he still prefers that this is not the future.

But if he stays like this, I'm afraid his cognition of truth and falsehood will become more and more blurred.

Sol already knows enough about this place now, but he hasn't found enough nodes to break through the illusion.

"Maybe the breach is not in the Wizard Tower."

Sol leaned towards the crack of the door.

The door is facing the grass covered with skulls.

The strong wind was still howling, and the dark green grass branches were blown down.

The pale head was exposed, but it was quickly submerged.

Looking at it, Sol had an illusion, as if hidden among those crowds of skulls was a flesh and blood face, staring at the people in the room through the crack in the door in front of Sol.

"Someone is watching me. It's not an illusion." Sol endured the feeling of standing on his head with his hair all over his body, and scanned every head that exposed vegetation, but still found nothing.

Thor looked up slowly.

There is no moon tonight, but there are many stars. The stars twinkled in the sky, which was a little different from the sky he remembered.

"The distribution of these stars...is it too dense?"

Thor narrowed his eyes and looked at the past more carefully.

Looking at it, he was sure again that the stars were not the ones he remembered.

There seems to be a small black spot among the stars here.

Each black dot is aimed in Thor's direction, like... the pupils of one eye.

Eye? !

Sol put his hand on the door and was about to go out.

"What are you going to do?" Heywood behind him suddenly said.

Saul turned his head and saw Heywood staring at him as well.

There are only a little pupils in the large whites of the eyes.

Like those stars.

Saul smiled, "I'll go out and have a look."

"Never stay where there is no light," said Heywood darkly.

"The stars outside are so bright, so is it considered a place without light?"

Heywood was startled suddenly, "How can there be stars outside?"

He seemed to have realized something suddenly, and immediately pulled out more candles from the corner of the wall. He didn't care about the consumption at all, and lit each one.

As he lit the candle, his hand holding the flint trembled slightly.

Seeing that Sol was still standing at the door, he said angrily: "What are you doing in a daze, come and help light the candles! You have attracted those resentments! We need more candles to quell the resentment!"

Sol didn't want to pay attention to Heywood at first, he was eager to check out those stars, but at this moment, he suddenly felt that the feeling of being watched was stronger.

A muffled scream came through the crack of the door behind him. Sol suddenly turned around, and was shocked to find that the original door had become pitch black, with no grass, no head facing the wizard tower, and no stars in the sky.

"Come here... come here... come here... stay in the darkness... you will die!" Heywood's voice behind him became hoarse.

As soon as his words fell, Sol felt a dangerous murderous intent, which quickly passed from his fingers to his back like an electric shock.

dangerous!

His intuition was warning him, telling him to dodge immediately.

But Saul stood there without moving despite the biting coldness.

Then, he saw the diary in his mental body suddenly opened.

[Suo lunar calendar 317 years, May 14th,

You look at the scenery behind the door,

people looking at the scenery,

looking at you.

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No death prompts!

This is a crisis warning!

After reading the words in the diary, Sol took three steps back in an instant, and stood directly beside Heywood.

The intuitive sense of crisis immediately weakened, but it has not been completely eliminated.

And as time goes by, this sense of crisis is still strengthening!

Heywood had lit candles all over the floor, and held two more, but the horror on his face did not fade in the slightest.

"They're coming, they're coming!"

"Who is it?" Saul looked sideways at Heywood.

But Heywood just looked at the door, the scar on his face twitching.

Sol, who couldn't get an answer, looked at the gate again, only to find that the crack in the gate had grown wider!

"No! It's not that the gap in the door is getting bigger, it's that the door is getting smaller!" Sol also felt cold all over at this time, "It's the darkness that is swallowing the door!"

The long-lost horror ran through the body along the blood, but Sol found a familiar feeling in this fear.

He suddenly calmed down.

His eyes fell on the diary again.

"Suoyue calendar is 317 years, heh, so, now is now at all!"

Sol just retreated a step too slowly after feeling the crisis just now, just waiting for the diary to issue an early warning.

And the diary has a date on it!

"My initial analysis was not wrong. This is an illusion, the attack effect of that black light!"

"This hallucination is not complicated and there is no clear danger. If my guess is correct, the darkness will not completely invade this room this time."

Sol wasn't as frightened as Heywood around him, but he didn't step forward to provoke the darkness either.

As expected, after a few minutes of confrontation between light and darkness, the shadow on the door slowly receded.

Heywood breathed a sigh of relief, and he blew out the extra candles with great distress, leaving only three just in case.

Then he said to Sol in a deeper voice: "Don't explore and observe at night, if you attract pollution again, we will die."

It's a pity that Sol, who just confirmed what he thought, didn't listen.

"I guessed right. This illusion does not focus on lethal aggression. Therefore, the diary only gives a crisis warning, not a death warning. But it will take advantage of people's suspicion. If it is someone else, find it in a short time. When there is no way out, you will doubt your guess more; when you see the correct logic hidden in the illusion of this world, you will doubt whether you have come a hundred years after all."

"And the more you doubt, the less you will find a way out! You may even be hypnotized by yourself!"

In the end, I'm afraid I will convince myself that this is a hundred years later, and then I will be left in the mezzanine forever.

After confirming that this is an illusion, Sol also has some ideas about the node to crack the illusion.

Suoerto put his chin in thought, "This illusion should only be about a hundred meters away from the Wizard Tower. If I want to leave, I'm afraid I'll be in immediate danger. And the stars above my head are probably the eyes in the mezzanine. They really are very powerful."

Now there are two ideas, one is to go into the darkness and fight against pollution, but judging from the warning in the diary, the battle may be very difficult, and the other is to kill Heywood here...kill the exporter of this worldview. "

Saul turned his head slowly, looking at the old Heywood who was absent-minded.

The latter stared at the candle in a daze.