Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 177

Chapter 177 You’re Still Cruel

. Seeing Ferguson take another step forward with murderous intent in his eyes, Thor quickly pushed the door open a crack.

“Don’t be angry, senior. I still need to study this candle to avoid trouble for both of us. Besides, even if this transaction is terminated, we can still talk about other materials, right?”

Ferguson, who was about to go berserk, suddenly calmed down.

The unexpected function of the candle made him forget his original intention for a moment.

The candle was just a bait to control Thor. The thing he really needed to save his life was still in the second warehouse.

“Then give me the magic crystal back!” Ferguson stretched out a hand expressionlessly.

“Okay, I’ll go in and get it now.” Thor smiled, turned his head… The whole person was stunned and motionless.

Ferguson saw that Thor agreed verbally, but he stood there motionless, and he suddenly felt like he was being fooled again.

Five hundred magic crystals are not a big deal for a third-level apprentice, but it is not a small amount. If Thor dares to snatch it, Ferguson will beat him half to death and snatch it back even if he blocks the

door. After urging, Thor still stood still.

Ferguson walked forward and shook his arm again, “Otherwise, give me the candle!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Ferguson, who was about to explode with Thor, finally noticed something unusual.

The inside of the bronze door that Thor pushed open a gap was full of colorful colors.

The shaking was like ripples on the water, and the color changes were dazzling.

“Is the inside of the bronze door like this? I don’t think I’ve heard Ku Jin talk about it.”

Ferguson was not a warehouse manager after all, and Ku Jin would not tell him everything.

So Ferguson didn’t notice that Thor’s hand was only on the right side of the bronze door, but the two doors of the door were pushed a little inward at the same time!

Thor didn’t dare to move.

Although Instructor Kaz only told him the rules once, he remembered every one of them clearly.

When pushing open the first metal door, you can only push open the left or right one. If both doors are pushed open at the same time, you must stand still until the doors close.

So when Thor looked back and saw that both doors were opened inward, he stood still and dared not move.

Even though Ferguson had already stepped forward and reached out to take his candle, he still did not move.

Like a sculpture.

Ferguson also felt that something was wrong, but he couldn’t tell what was wrong.

“I took the candle. Next time I trade… I… will… go…”

Thor stared at Ferguson in front of him in a daze.

Ferguson stood in front of him, holding a red candle in his hand, and his lips were still moving.

But he himself did not notice that his lips were moving slower and slower, and his voice was getting more and more blurred.

From Thor’s perspective, from the inside of the metal bronze door with both doors open, slender white arms stretched out.

Those arms had the same slender five fingers, slender and soft, like noodles that had been boiled for several hours.

But they were very strong. They wrapped around Ferguson’s body one by one, wrapped around several times, and slowly pulled him into the door.

Ferguson was still unaware, and his mouth opened and closed.

The noodle-like fingers got into his mouth, nostrils, ears…

Thor couldn’t hear what the other party said at all.

Looking at Ferguson who was gradually wrapped into a mummy by the “noodles”, Thor dared not move, only his eyes trembled slightly, and turned to the corner of his eyes. In the corner of his eyes, he vaguely saw that Ferguson also became soft, and was slowly stuffed into the fist-wide crack of the door by those white hands.

Ferguson was unaware of the whole process, until his face was swallowed by the door, and he was staring at Thor with his eyes, as if waiting for his answer.

But he would never wait.

After swallowing Ferguson, the inside of the bronze door was churning with fantasy colors, rising and falling like waves. Thor seemed to be on the beach and heard the huge waves overturning the boat.

Even when Thor was stiffly waiting for the door to close, the soft and slender fingers like noodles stretched out from the inside of the door again.

A drop of cold sweat instantly broke out from the pores of the skin, gradually growing larger and sliding down, taking more of their companions with it.

Pale white fingers kept knocking, patting, and groping along the ground, along the walls, and along the ceiling…

They were looking for any food residue left outside.

These fingers gradually touched Thor’s ankles and began to climb up along his calves.

This action was exactly the same as the action that had just devoured Ferguson.

Thor seemed to have seen the end of himself being bound, squeezed and deformed like a crystal mud, and then being forcibly pulled into the narrow crack of the door.

He wanted to run, but the diary reminded him that if he moved, he would really turn into dough and be kneaded by his hands.

So Thor didn’t even dare to blink his eyes, and his pupils didn’t dare to tremble anymore. He just stood there stiffly.

He imagined himself to be the same as the corpses around him.

Finally, the noodle-like fingers slowly retreated, reluctantly shrinking back into the bronze door.

The brilliant colors inside the door slowly stopped fluctuating, and the door gradually closed.

Thor’s eyes were fixed on the gap in the door, and finally waited until the bronze door began to close.

When the two doors were completely closed, Thor fell to the ground as if he was exhausted.

“Hahahahahahaha…” After panting for a while, Thor smoothed his sweat-soaked hair, then supported himself on the ground and slowly stood up.

He turned around and saw the crowded zombies in the corridor.

They all faced the direction where Ferguson disappeared, and strange smiles suddenly appeared on their expressionless faces. It

‘s so delicious, so delicious…

Thor took two steps back and stopped when his heels hit the door.

He was extremely nervous and looked back with fear. He confirmed that the door was tightly closed and there was no sign of opening. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Ferguson was caught inside the door and was in great danger.

I’m afraid this matter must be reported to Teacher Kaz.

But before that, Thor had something else to solve.

“You…” Thor looked at the zombies who were still standing facing the door, “When will you go back?”

Before in the second warehouse, the zombies were also attracted by the red candles, but when the candles went out, the zombies would automatically return to their positions.

But now the candle has entered the colorful world of the bronze door, and the door is closed. Why don’t these corpses go in?

Thor waited for a while and looked at each other with a group of scary guys pretending to be honest.

These guys still refused to go back.

Each corpse was numbered and was the most important material in the warehouse. Thor couldn’t let them stay outside the warehouse.

Seeing that the corpses didn’t move, Thor sighed.

He carefully pushed the bronze door again. This time, the right side of the door opened separately, and there was also a normal room inside, without those colorful ripples.

Thor looked at the corpses again and asked with a little pleading: “The door is open, can you go back now?”

…

On this day, May 4, 316, the disappearance of Level 3 Ferguson had not caused an uproar among the apprentices.

On this day, a newly promoted Level 2 apprentice named Thor spent several hours “crunching” to move nearly a hundred stiff and heavy corpses from the corridor on the first floor of the East Tower back to the second warehouse.

It’s not that he hadn’t thought about using the Wizard’s Hand, but like Ferguson, the magic power that made up the Wizard’s Hand was completely absorbed the moment it touched the corpses. Only pure physical contact could move these heavy corpses.

After putting down the last corpse, Thor took out the warehouse manual and checked the corpse numbers one by one with an expressionless face. After making sure that there was no omission, he threw the manual back on the table fiercely.

He pushed the large box under the abandoned candlestick directly in front of the corpse group and sat on it, panting, and his eyes swept over these standing corpses one by one.

“I can see it,” Thor said, his arms trembling slightly with fatigue, “Except for the corpses of the official wizards, did you all run out to watch the fun?”

Although these corpses were notorious, Thor, who had been in close contact with them nearly a hundred times, really couldn’t muster any awe at this time.

“If you want red candles, I still have a few here. Is it necessary to spend so much effort to run outside the warehouse?”

Thor wanted to knock the guys who ran out one by one, but when he thought of their behavior after Ferguson disappeared, he became cowardly.

At this time, he could only mutter and complain: “You went out, why can’t you come back after going out? You really didn’t want to take me out?”

(End of this chapter)