Diary of the Death Wizard

"A hung cat?" Whitebeard still didn't feel scared. He even quickened his pace and continued to move forward.

But when he came to the next streetlight, he unconsciously slowed down.

At this distance, he finally saw clearly the appearance of the huge cat with strange movements in front of him.

That's not actually a cat, but the complete fur of a cat.

This piece of fur is covering a black and gray figure.

The furry limbs just dropped to the ground.

It was only because the shadow below was also black that Whitebeard didn't notice his presence when he was in the distance.

"who?"

Whitebeard continued to step forward, but his steps became much more cautious.

He carefully used his mental power to test the black figure wearing cat skin opposite.

The latter was extremely sensitive, and turned his head sharply the moment Whitebeard's mental power came into contact.

His face was hidden under a flat cat face, with only a faint chin exposed.

The chin is also black, as if a person has lived in coal dust for a year.

"Is it a human? No, it's a resentful spirit?" Although Whitebeard did not retreat, he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Just now he swept over with his mental power, and the first feedback he got was that the other party was a person.

But his eyes told him that the guy wearing cat skin across from him couldn't be a human.

Should we believe in mental feedback or our eyes?

Unfortunately, in the wizarding world, these two things are not always reliable.

The streetlights overhead flickered again.

When the flickering stopped, the world in front of him became even darker.

Whitebeard suddenly felt a little cold, as if there were countless mouths blowing at him.

Thinking like this, he saw his beard swaying gently from the corner of his eye.

His heartbeat was getting faster and faster, and he tried to calm himself down.

"My spirit has obviously been affected. I am so nervous now that I don't even feel like myself."

The cat-skin man, who was stimulated by the white beard, still turned his head to look at him. The angle of turning his head was already beyond the angle that ordinary people's necks could bear.

Whitebeard was supposed to launch an attack on this strange humanoid, but the magic power in his body just couldn't operate. It seemed that his brain still had reason, but his body and spirit were both on strike.

He looked up at the crescent moon above the street lamp, as if he wanted to temporarily divert his attention away from the cat-skin man so that he could stabilize his mental body again.

However, when he saw the moon in the sky, the fear in his heart became stronger.

The crescent moon suddenly became thinner.

And...the arc is a little strange.

The arc of the crescent moon is a bit flat, not like the moon, but like an eye that narrows with a smile.

"There is also something wrong with the moon. Could it be that this illusion has two sources?"

"It's not impossible." Whitebeard said what he was thinking directly, as if this could release some of his fear, "Huh... It's true that Baidong College can create such a big illusion even if it's desolate. Well, now this In this case, there may be more than two sources of the illusion."

The moon was above his head and was still out of reach. Whitebeard forced himself to look at the cat-skin man opposite him again.

"This illusion will release the breath of fear, making people feel scared uncontrollably." He grabbed a handful of his beard, and the tingling sensation made him sober up, but the trembling from the heart soon affected him again. brain.

"You can't escape." Whitebeard raised his feet and continued to move forward. "The more you escape, the more afraid you become. Only by understanding the unknown can you defeat the unknown."

Although he walked slowly, he didn't stop this time.

Come to the cat-skin man.

The black shadow on the opposite side did not move, but gradually raised its head as Whitebeard approached, looking at him so quietly.

"The most frightening thing is the danger that has not yet occurred." Whitebeard seemed to have regained his courage little by little.

He suddenly took action, and the hair on the back of his hand suddenly grew longer, wrapping around his original arm and forming a spiral cone on his fingertips.

A human hand instantly transformed into a giant claw.

Whitebeard's arms swept like the wind, and his sharp claws directly grabbed the cat-skin man's fur, trying to tear off this "inferior" disguise.

However, when he grabbed the cat skin, the black figure underground was also caught together.

That piece of cat skin seems to be stuck to the human figure!

"Meow!!!!"

Whitebeard's actions finally made a quiet cat-skin man angry. He waved his arms and let out a sharp meow.

That movement, that sound, like a really pissed off cat.

As the cat meows, the street lights overhead grow dimmer.

It's almost like silence.

Whitebeard's heart trembled, but he didn't dare to stop his hand. The other hand wrapped in sharp claws fiercely dug at the black figure under the cat's skin.

The black claws felt a little resistance, but still penetrated the opponent's body.

When he pressed his fingers together again, Whitebeard heard a slight "bang".

The touch on my hand is like scratching a sandbag.

The scene before him further confirmed Whitebeard's guess.

The cat-skin man, whose chest and abdomen was almost hollowed out by his scratch, trembled violently, and then lowered his head feebly.

It was as if he had really been killed.

But soon, the black figure deflated like an empty sandbag.

In the end, even the human skin turned into black powder, leaving only a piece of cat skin the size of a human being, which was still held in Whitebeard's hand.

"Hmph! Blind trick, mind trick." Whitebeard, who successfully killed the cat-skin man, felt much more comfortable in his heart, and even felt a sense of exhaustion as if he had just broken away from fear.

The streetlights grew dimmer.

"There's something wrong with this street light, too. Is this where the enchantment that scares me comes from?"

Whitebeard raised his head, but the streetlight above his head did not change strangely like the moon, as if the streetlight simply dimmed.

When he was about to withdraw his gaze and move on, his movements suddenly stiffened.

Next to the street lamp, or in other words, everywhere except the street lamp, there were densely packed black and gray figures standing there.

These black and gray figures have no facial features and appear to be taller than street lamps.

They just bent over, standing outside the extremely dim cone of light formed by the light, watching Whitebeard quietly.

Just like that cat-skinned man.

"Ugh!!!" Whitebeard just looked at these eyeless figures for a second, and immediately had a splitting headache. It was as heavy as if he had been stuffed with twenty lead blocks, and he squatted down directly holding his head.

The cat skin originally held in his hand fell limply to the ground.

Along with the headache, there is also a strong sense of fear.

Even though Whitebeard lowered his head and closed his eyes, he could still feel countless eyes falling on him.

He was breathing heavily.

Fear was like ants, following the pores of his skin and burrowing into his flesh.

"Hehehe..." In such a difficult moment, Whitebeard actually laughed out loud, "As expected... of the upside-down tree. If you are allowed to evolve completely, you will definitely become a third-level existence."

The hands holding the white beard's head slowly moved down to the thick beard on his cheeks.

He put his fingers into his beard, slowly tightened it, and grabbed a handful of long white beards.

Then...

Tear hard to both sides.

"Zi la - zi la -"

There was a numbing sound of skin and flesh being separated.

Under the cracked skin of Whitebeard's chin, another highly decayed face was revealed.

"Sure enough, a mental battle still requires mental strength to resist."

Although he was gasping in pain, the corners of Whitebeard's mouth still rose.

"This is the scar left to me by the elves."

"I want to see whether it is the pollution left by the elves that is more terrifying, or the mental pollution from you Ember People controlled by the Inverted Tree that is more terrifying!"

"Tear-"