Chapter 177 You’re Still Cruel
Seeing Ferguson taking another step forward with murderous intent in his eyes, Thor quickly reached back and pushed the door open a crack.
"Senior, don't be angry. I still need to study this candle to avoid causing 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 candles were just bait to control Thor. The things he really needed to save his life were still in the second warehouse.
"Then give the magic crystal back to me!" Ferguson stretched out a hand expressionlessly.
"Okay, I'll go in and get it now." Thor smiled and turned his head... and then he stood there in a daze, not moving at all.
Ferguson saw that Thor agreed verbally but stood there motionless, and he suddenly felt like he was being fooled.
Five hundred magic crystals are not a huge amount for a third-level apprentice, but it is not a small number either. If Thor dares to steal it, Ferguson will beat him half to death and then get it back even if he has to block the door.
Despite the urging, Thor still stood there motionless.
Ferguson walked straight 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.
From inside the bronze door that Thor had pushed open a crack, a colorful scene could be seen.
The shaking is like ripples on the water, and the changing colors are dazzling.
"Is this what the inside of the bronze gate looks like? I don't think I've ever heard Ku Jin talk about it."
After all, Ferguson was not a warehouse manager, and Kukin would not tell him everything.
So Ferguson didn't notice that although Thor's hand was only on the right side of the bronze door, both doors of the door were pushed a little inward at the same time! Thor didn't dare to move.
Although Mentor Kaz had only explained the rules to him once, he remembered every one of them clearly.
When you push open the first metal door, only push open the left or right door. If both doors are pushed open at the same time, immediately stand still until the doors close.
So, when Thor looked back and saw that both doors were open inward, he immediately stopped where he was, not daring to move.
Even when Ferguson approached and took away his candle, he remained motionless.
Like a sculpture.
Ferguson also felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was.
"I'll take the candle. Next time I trade... I'll... go..."
Thor stared at Ferguson in front of him.
Ferguson stood before him, holding a red candle in his hand, his lips still moving.
But he himself did not notice that his lips were moving slower and slower and his voice was becoming more and more unclear.
From Thor's perspective, slender white arms stretched out from the inside of the metal bronze door with both doors open.
Those arms had the same slender fingers, which were long, thin and soft, like noodles that had been boiled for several hours.
But they were very strong. One by one, they wrapped around Ferguson's body several times and slowly pulled him into the gate.
Ferguson remained unaware, his mouth opening and closing.
Noodle-like fingers got into his mouth, nostrils, ears...
Thor couldn't hear what the other person said at all.
Watching Ferguson being gradually tangled into a mummy by the "noodles", Thor dared not move, only his eyeballs trembled slightly. From the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw that Ferguson also became soft, and was slowly and bit by bit 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, he was staring at Thor, as if waiting for his answer.
But he would never be able to wait.
After swallowing Ferguson, the inside of the bronze gate began to churn with colorful waves. Thor seemed to be on the beach and heard the huge waves overturning the boat.
Even as Thor was stiffly waiting for the door to close, fingers as soft and slender as noodles stretched out from inside the door again.
A drop of cold sweat instantly emerged from the pores of the skin, gradually grew larger, slid down, and took away more companions.
Pale white fingers kept knocking, slapping, and groping along the ground, the walls, and the ceiling...
They are looking for any food scraps left outside.
The fingers gradually touched Thor's ankle and began to climb up his calf.
This action is exactly the same as the one that just engulfed Ferguson.
Thor seemed to have seen the end of himself being tied up, squeezed and deformed like a piece of 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, nor did he dare his pupils to tremble, he just stood there with his whole body stiff.
Imagine yourself to be the same as those corpses around you.
Finally, the noodle-like fingers slowly retreated and reluctantly shrank back into the bronze gate.
The brilliant colors inside the door slowly stopped fluctuating, and the door gradually closed.
Thor kept his eyes fixed on the gap in the gate, and finally waited until the bronze gate began to close.
When the two doors were completely closed, Thor fell to the ground as if he was exhausted.
"Hoo ho ho ho ho..." After gasping violently 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 crowd of corpses in the corridor.
They all faced the direction where Ferguson disappeared, and strange smiles suddenly appeared on their expressionless faces.
It’s delicious, it’s delicious…
Thor took two steps back and stopped only when his heels hit the door.
Extremely nervous, he looked back with trepidation and confirmed that the door was tightly closed with no signs of being opened. Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
Ferguson was caught inside the gate and was in great danger.
I'm afraid this matter must be reported to Teacher Kaz.
But before that, Thor had something else to deal with.
"You guys..." Thor looked at the corpses still standing facing the gate, "When will you return?"
Previously in the second warehouse, the group of zombies were also attracted by the red candles, but when the candles went out, the group of zombies automatically returned to their positions.
But now the candles have entered the colorful world of the bronze gate, and the gate has been closed. Why haven’t these corpses gone in yet?
Thor waited for a while and looked at each other in bewilderment at the group of scary guys pretending to be honest.
These guys still refused to go back.
Each corpse is numbered and is the most important material in the warehouse. There is no way Thor would let them stay outside the warehouse.
Seeing that the zombies did not move, Thor sighed.
He carefully pushed the bronze door again. This time, the right side of the door opened alone, and inside was also a normal room without those colorful ripples.
Thor looked at the zombies again and asked pleadingly, "The door is open. Can you go back now?"
…
On this day, May 4, 316, the disappearance of Level 3 Ferguson had not yet caused an uproar among the apprentices.
On this day, a newly promoted second-level apprentice named Thor spent several hours working hard 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 didn't think about using the Mage's Hand, but like Ferguson, the magic power that made up the Mage's Hand was absorbed the moment it touched the corpses. Only pure physical contact could move these heavy corpses.
After putting down the last body, Thor took out the warehouse manual and checked the body numbers one by one with an expressionless face. After making sure that no one was missed, he threw the manual back on the table.
He pushed the large box under the abandoned candlestick directly in front of the group of corpses and sat on it. He breathed heavily and his eyes swept over the standing corpses one by one.
"I can see it now," Thor said, his arms trembling slightly from exhaustion. "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 come into close contact with them nearly a hundred times, could not muster any awe at this moment.
"If you want red candles, I still have a few here. Is it necessary to go to such great lengths to run outside the warehouse?"
Thor wanted to hit the heads of those guys who ran away one by one, but when he thought of their behavior after Ferguson disappeared, he became scared again.
At this time, he could only mutter and complain: "You went out, why can't you come back? You really didn't come here to take me for a walk?"
(End of this chapter)
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