Read Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 153 Why Knock on the Door

Chapter 153 Why knock on the door

? "New guest?" Thor instantly thought of the evil spirit that followed him.

The evil spirit that no one had ever seen except him.

Even the tower master didn't notice it, or didn't intend to do anything if he did? Even if there were no evil spirits, it would definitely not be wise to leave my body in this weird wizard tower!

"Although I was kicked out, it was just an unconscious result of my body's abnormality. My body and my soul should still be the most compatible."

Thor looked at his body and was about to walk over and try again, but as soon as he raised one foot, he suddenly put it down again.

"No, my current range of motion is a circle, and my body is on the circumference of the circle."

"If you look from my current perspective, my body is at the top of the circle, and I am at the bottom of the circle!"

"This scene is familiar, very familiar!"

"A picture of a walking monster?!"

Thor raised his hands in front of his eyes.

These hands did not appear to have been transformed by a witch body when they were in the soul state. They were human hands.

But what Thor didn't notice just now was that these human hands were not the hands of a fourteen-year-old boy.

These are a pair of adult hands.

"Is this my hand from my previous life?"

Thor looked up again and carefully observed the other furnishings in the room.

I finally confirmed that my current height was taller than when he was in my body.

This is the height of an adult.

"I am not Thor, this is my true soul. But this me is to the body sitting here..."

“… is it a monster?”

Thor's heart was just like his body, floating and without support.

"Because I'm not the real owner of this body? So I can't go back?"

Thinking of this, Thor's soul shuddered, but at the same time it made him a little more sober.

"Now is not the time to worry. The important thing is to go back quickly." Thor smiled bitterly in his heart.

Teacher Kaz said it well, the more you know, the more unknowns you will discover.

Thor put aside his messy thoughts and concentrated on analyzing the characteristics of the monster walking pattern.

If it is a map of human monsters walking, or an erosion map, Thor, who has studied it for more than two years, has an idea.

He stood at the point farthest from his body, "Now, I am a monster, and I want to turn back into a human."

He moved along the edge of the circle little by little in a clockwise direction, imitating the movements on the erosion diagram, and slowly approached his body step by step.

As soon as he took the first step, Thor felt something different.

But the feeling was very vague, so he didn't think much about it and took the second step.

Step 3, Step 4…

This time he could feel himself actually changing, as if his feet were being stuffed into a pair of ill-fitting shoes.

It was very uncomfortable at first, but I got used to it as I walked.

Maybe the shoes were stretched too big, or maybe my feet were used to the pain.

Change is a good thing.

Thor continued to move forward.

However, just when he had walked half the distance, he suddenly saw a dark shadow emerging from the direction of the table.

Because he was concentrating on imitating the movements of the erosion map, Thor did not dare to move and maintained his original walking speed.

He understood that if he rashly broke his current state of immersion, all his efforts would be wasted.

The black shadow stood there for a while, then began to approach Thor's body.

It was not moving very fast and was a little hesitant while walking.

Thor was anxious, but his steps were not chaotic.

As he walked, the angle changed and the image of the black shadow became clearer.

Its facial features are blurred, with only a pair of eyes showing.

Those eyes were red, and they looked at Thor's body with some curiosity.

It was this curiosity that made it move closer and closer to Thor's body.

And Thor's soul also approached his body in worry and anxiety.

The black shadow seemed to have discovered something was wrong, and it tentatively reached out its hand towards Thor's body.

Thor was only two steps away from his body.

The black hand was still approaching.

Thor could only take one more step at his original speed. Even though he was in the soul state now, he could feel the hairs on his body, or the souls of the hairs, exploding.

The shadow's hand was getting closer and closer, its fingertips passing through the messy hair, and was about to touch Thor's forehead.

Finally, Thor took the last step, and he suddenly stood where his body was!

Human-monster transformation complete! Erosion complete!

Thor instantly felt the heaviness of his body. He suddenly raised his head and looked in front of him.

In a trance, he saw a black hand retreat as if frightened, and finally disappear into the air.

"It's the evil spirit from the Drooping Hand Valley! It actually followed me all the way back to the Wizard Tower."

But Thor clearly remembered that the tower master said that there were no evil spirits in the wizard tower, otherwise it would be too dangerous for the apprentice. And for Gorza, the loss was also serious.

"I have a preconceived notion. Maybe it is not an evil spirit."

His head started to hurt again, and Thor covered his forehead. "Xiao Zao, didn't you find anything?"

Xiao Zao didn't move.

"What on earth did I bring back from the Valley of the Hands?"

Saul stood up and tried to take a note, but as soon as he straightened his back, he felt sleepy.

He moved his hands and feet, and his soul did not leave his body again, but the feeling of tiredness became more obvious.

"It's probably the mental fatigue caused by the soul being away from the body for too long." Thor didn't want to do any research anymore. His soul had been tormented so much in the past two days that he couldn't even meditate. He just wanted to sleep.

He stood up by holding the back of the chair and moved towards his bed.

The original distance of two or three meters now felt like it was difficult to walk two or three hundred meters.

He finally got to the bed and fell asleep before his head even hit the pillow.

…

Hawke hadn't slept well since he knew it was his turn to clean the corridor tonight.

I was in a daze until four o'clock, when I was awakened by the sudden lighting of the candle.

After sitting there in a daze for a few seconds, he pushed the boy next to him.

The boy didn't sleep well either, because it would be his turn tomorrow.

After being pushed awake, the boy sat up silently without complaint.

"If I don't come back, remember to mail the letter for me."

"……good."

Hawke carefully took out a slightly crumpled piece of letter paper from his arms and handed it to the boy.

"I'll get it back when I come back, so don't lose it."

"knew."

Hawke then got up from the bed, dressed and went out.

Originally, the job of cleaning the corridors wasn’t so scary, but recently, people started dying again.

In just ten days, three servants had died.

It is said that the last time people died so frequently was more than two years ago.

It's no use reporting it to the housekeeper. Every time the housekeeper says it has been resolved, but the person still dies.

So now whoever is responsible for cleaning the corridor for the second-level apprentices must be prepared to never come back.

The same goes for Hawke.

When he successfully finished cleaning the eleventh floor by pushing the cleaning cart, he carefully stretched his head and looked towards the twelfth floor.

The candlelight before dawn was dim, and the already dark and dark curved corridor seemed covered with a layer of gauze.

You seem to see everything clearly, but also seem to see nothing clearly.

Hawke took a deep breath, focused on pushing the cart and broke into the second level.

Hawke didn't encounter any unusual phenomena until he approached the ramp on the opposite corridor, which made him somewhat excited.

As long as he finishes here, he will only have one corridor to complete.

He pushed the cart and took a quick look at the nearby ground.

There was no weird garbage, no blood stains, and no bad smells.

"Maybe, I can just run over there."

But just as Hawke was about to push the cart past the second-to-last room, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

Hawke froze.

He turned his head tremblingly.

The knock came from the room to his right.