Diary of a Dead Wizard

Sol put his fingers on the puppet, neither picking it up nor putting it down.

"Why do I always receive death warnings? Am I too unlucky, or is this the normal state of the Wizard Tower?"

Thor slowly and tentatively let go of his hand and found that he had not turned into a puppet lying on the ground.

"It seems that if the puppet wants to take away my body, she can't do it alone. I need to open the cabinet or face multiple puppets to do it."

Sol bypassed the puppet and prepared to bring over the small bucket with the garbage sealed.

"Since you don't plan to go back to the closet, then treat me like garbage!"

However, Thor was happy too early.

New writing appeared on the hard cover book.

[New moon calendar year 314, May 5th,

Because you are lazy, you throw the puppet into the trash can.

Although this is indeed the place it should stay, the small bucket can seal the garbage, but not the props.

When you come back to the laboratory the next day, it's like a hurricane passing through.

The angry senior Mark didn't listen to your explanation at all and licked off all your skin, flesh, and internal organs...

You become a skeleton.

Your left hand is happy. 】

Sol immediately jumped back and grabbed the puppet on the ground. "You are cruel enough. You will die if you put it in the cabinet, and you will die if you don't put it away!"

He squeezed the doll, wanting to crush it with all his strength.

But the doll is very strong, and with Sol's strength, even one of its arms cannot be removed.

Thor gave up trying.

Because when he exerted force, the doll seemed to smile.

Although there was no death warning, Thor always felt that breaking the puppet would not be a good thing.

"Take it outside the laboratory and find a place to throw it away." Sol thought tentatively.

Instead of warning again, the hardcover book retracted over his left shoulder.

"call--"

Thor breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned around and prepared to patrol the last section of the road before leaving immediately.

But he just turned around...

"Crash la la la..."

There was a sound of something falling to the ground behind him.

The glass cabinet door was wide open, and the puppets inside were scattered all over the floor.

When Thor turned around, he inevitably met the eyes of one of the puppets.

"Help me, help me, help me..."

"Help me, help me, help me..."

"I want it too, I want it too..."

"Help me, help me, help me..."

For a moment, it seemed as if hundreds of people's voices sounded in Sol's mind.

Saul no longer cared about the warning that he would be killed by Mark the next day, and turned around to run. However, as soon as his feet left the ground, he lost his center of gravity and fell to the ground with a thud.

Thor wanted to get up, but found that his limbs were as stiff as wood.

A feeling of numbness was spreading from his limbs to his torso and his brain...

"no!"

Sol remembered the teachings of Instructor Monica on meditation during the day, and immediately recalled the details of the walking map of humans and monsters in his mind.

Although there was no picture in his hand at this time, and no crystal ball to assist meditation, Thor still entered a meditative state in the face of life and death crisis.

The complicated sounds in my ears immediately weakened, but did not disappear completely.

The numb feeling returned from the guts to the extremities.

If Monica were here at this time, she would probably be amazed that Sol's mental talent is even better than she imagined.

But Thor still couldn't get up and run away, his limbs were still as stiff as wood. .

"No, I can still move my left hand!"

Thor felt that his bone-white left hand was not stiff and could flex and stretch flexibly.

He poured all his strength into his left hand and crawled on the ground, trying to stay away from the puppets behind him.

But as soon as he moved his left hand, he could no longer maintain his meditation, and the numbness spread along his limbs again.

But simply maintaining meditation cannot solve the dilemma, and he may even fall into despair after exhausting his mental power.

Thor simply gave up on meditation and concentrated on crawling with the power of his left arm, dragging his body, and crawling again...

Only when numbness spreads across his chest does Thor pause, return to meditation, and let the stiffness recede into his limbs.

In this way, he kept switching between crawling, meditating, crawling, and meditating, and approached the door of the laboratory little by little with difficulty.

Sol's left hand was already pressed on the door of the laboratory. "Unexpectedly, it was the in vivo experiment that saved me."

The door to the laboratory opens inward, and Thor needs to get up and pull the handle.

But when he tried hard to support his upper body with his left hand and wanted to lean on the wall, the door suddenly opened by itself.

Half of Mark's face stuck out from behind the door, his eyes trying hard to stare down at Saul, revealing the large whites of his eyes.

"Thor, what are you doing?"

The appearance of a familiar face only made Thor feel like he had fallen into an ice cave.

A chill swept through his whole body.

From the angle he was lying on the ground, he could see clearly.

Then where is Senior Mark?

It was obvious that he only had half a thin face, sticking out from the middle of the door.

The face didn't seem to realize that he had been exposed, and still stared at Thor, "The laboratory is a mess, where are you going? Go back and clean it up!"

The big red trash can next to the door suddenly opened its lid on its own.

"Snapped!"

A pair of pale hands rested on the edge of the trash can.

The joints are bulging and the veins are bulging, as if he is trying hard to climb up.

There was a strange sound of "gulu gulu" coming from behind, slowly approaching Thor, and something was rolling towards him.

Thor's teeth began to chatter again. Unexpectedly, after becoming a wizard's apprentice, he still couldn't escape the fate of being weak, helpless and waiting to die.

The hard-cover book flew in front of him again, flipping through the pages quickly without stopping. A big word "death" was written on every piece of paper that passed by.

It doesn't even bother to describe how Thor fell to his death.

"Haha... Hahaha..." Thor started laughing, "Why does death always stare at me alone? Is my meat delicious? Hahaha..."

He has gone a little crazy.

"Come on! Come on! Let's go together! Let's see who among us is more powerful after becoming a queen! Come on! Hahaha..."

"Boom!"

The door was suddenly pushed wide open.

The door leaf hit Thor on the forehead, knocking him to the ground.

"Well!"

Thor's laughter was interrupted, he whispered, and subconsciously covered his forehead with his hands.

"Wait, my body can move?"

The hard-cover book quietly retracted over his left shoulder.

Without enough time to check, Thor quickly raised his head and looked ahead.

On the door, half of Mark's face had disappeared.

The door was pushed open completely, and a man wrapped in pink bandages slowly walked in.

Except for a pair of silver eyes, the rest of the man's body was tightly wrapped in bandages.

Ears, nostrils, not even a trace of hair were exposed.

Stared by the man's silver eyes, Sol lay half-lying on the ground unable to move, his mind went blank, and he didn't even feel fear.

Fortunately, the man with the pink bandage just glanced at Thor, then raised his head towards the laboratory and whispered: "Go back."

He looked down at Thor again, the coldness in his eyes receding, as gentle as clear water.

"New apprentice, why did you spend the night in the laboratory?"

"overnight?"

With this thought, Thor's whole body regained consciousness, as if he was himself again.

Thor turned his head to look at the hourglass on the wall, only to realize that the hourglass had reached the eleven o'clock mark at some point.

"It was clearly not six o'clock when Senior Mark left, why is it already eleven o'clock now?"

In Thor's perception, he never stayed alone in this laboratory for more than half an hour.