Diary of the Death Wizard

Intermittent, hair-thin words were slowly drawn across the black paper, and after the last stroke, it fell silent.

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

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 scorched by fire, until nothing remained.

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

"Is the diary actually handed down in West Germany's family? What kind of family ancestors can make such a predictive tool as a diary?"

In view of the power of the diary, Saul is more inclined to get the diary accidentally by Sid's family. But due to various reasons, no one can become its master, so they still don't know the diary's true ability.

But Sid's family may have hidden the origin of the diary and other secrets, and they can trace the source if they have the opportunity in the future.

"However, the matter of Sid's grandfather still needs to be considered in the long term. As far as I remember, Sid once touched the diary, but he couldn't activate it, so activating the diary should require other conditions."

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

"The question of the soul fragments is over. My left hand is... Lingzhi? I seem to have read this word somewhere. Yawn... Let me recall..."

Saul yawned, climbed onto the bed on both hands and feet, and buried his head in the quilt.

He was really tired, and before his thoughts drifted away, he fell into a deep sleep.

...

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 carry buckets and run away, but if they carry buckets in the wizard's tower, the bucket may not contain their own heads.

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

Senior Byron left the mortuary yesterday.

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

That would be overkill for the Wizard Tower.

The tasks of the third-level apprentices are mainly in the outside world, so Byron will be like other third-level apprentices in the future, and will not be in the Wizard Tower for a long time.

Before leaving the mortuary, Senior Byron told Saul that if Konsha came to ask Sid what he was looking for again, Saul would push everything on him.

Presumably, Kongsha was not that stupid, insisting on offending Byron for something she didn't know the details of, and at the same time losing the hidden relationship she had so hard to insert into the mortuary.

It was an unfamiliar second-level apprentice who took over from Byron. As if he had been instructed by Byron, when he first met Saul, he nodded politely.

Work today is as stimulating as ever.

Not everyone is willing to die obediently.

Saul patted a crying female corpse to sleep before cutting off her ears with a knife.

A pair of wings grew out of that ear, trying hard to fly away, and finally Sol tied it up with a rope and put it in a small box to settle down.

That night, Thor finally stopped having nightmares.

But in a small town separated from Golsa Wizard Tower by a Viscounty.

Someone can't sleep tonight.

Mrs. Hannah has been living the life of an aristocratic lady since she married her current merchant husband.

Especially the businessman's husband is often not at home, and they play their own things without interfering with each other.

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

Because the original owners are all dead, the price of the manor has been kept down.

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

Spacious and luxurious, with front and rear gardens, and a full set of luxurious furniture.

Living here has a 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 took people over to deal with it.

It's sad to have other dead people buried in the house.

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

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

One of the servants opened the sarcophagus without authorization, greedy for possible funerary jewelry inside.

But there was no treasure in the sarcophagus, only a emaciated mummy.

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

Unexpectedly, the mummy in the sarcophagus suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed an old servant standing beside the sarcophagus.

The old servant screamed and struggled, but he couldn't resist the strength of the mummy.

The scorched black mummy skin suddenly peeled off layer by layer as if alive, stretched, and turned into countless slender tentacles.

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

The people around immediately ran away in fright, only Mrs. Hannah did not move.

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

She wanted to turn around and run away, but her left and right feet didn't listen to her control. She shook and fell to the ground.

At this time, an old and dark hand stretched out in front of Mrs. Hannah who was streaming with tears.

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

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

"Don't panic, ma'am. 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 and wrinkled, and bony.

Mrs. Hannah finally remembered who this man was.

Isn't this the corpse in the coffin just now?

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

Mrs. Hannah knew that she couldn't run away from 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 one after another, watching the woman's fat and white breasts ready to move.

"Owner."

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

He looked up and saw a white-haired old man in a black housekeeper's uniform, holding a suit in his hand.

The old man smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

"I think if the master wakes up, he must be very hungry. These people are the snacks I prepared for the master." Hunter said the extremely cruel words respectfully.

The old man smiled, "Hahaha, can you eat them all?"

"I checked, there is no special background, please enjoy the master."

The old man was very satisfied. He grabbed Mrs. Hannah who was about to faint from fright, and held it up to his face.

He didn't open his mouth, but from the face to the lower abdomen, the scorched skin opened from the middle, revealing the blood red texture inside.

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

...

The old man who just woke up from the sarcophagus took a while to enjoy a big meal. Now the whole manor is silent, and the old man has returned from the original mummy shape to an ordinary thin old man, but his skin is still dark, with a little dark red, which makes people feel uncomfortable. People dare not look directly.

Putting on the robe handed over by the housekeeper Hunter, the old man touched his bald head like a preserved egg.

"It seems that 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." The housekeeper, Hunter, remained respectful.

The two walked towards the interior of the manor together.

"Master finally woke up, but found the diary?"

"Something went wrong, the diary appears to have been taken by someone else, and little Sid was killed trying to get it back."

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

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

This black-skinned old man is Sid's grandfather, Ralph.

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

The old man soon became happy again, "But that boy Sid is still useful. He discovered the diary before he died and activated the mark I hid on him. His spirit will always haunt the murderer because of the imprint. I just need to personally Go to confirm, and you will find out who owns the diary."