Chapter 80 Poor Little Sid
The intermittent and hair-thin words slowly moved across the black paper, and after the last stroke, it fell silent.
Sid's soul did not ask again who Thor was.
No other questions were asked.
He disappeared.
All the white words on the black paper gradually dried up and disappeared, and the black paper itself also gradually melted away as if it had been burned by fire, and in the end nothing was left.
The diary flew back to Thor's left shoulder and closed quietly.
"The diary is actually a family heirloom in the West? What kind of family ancestor could create a predictive tool like a diary?"
Given the power of the diary, Thor is more inclined to believe that Sid's family accidentally got the diary. But for various reasons, no one can become its owner, so they still don't know the true power of the diary.
But Sid's family may be hiding the origin of the diary and other secrets, and we can trace them back when we have the chance.
"But we still need to think about the matter of Sid's grandfather. As far as I can remember, Sid had touched the diary before, but was unable to activate it, so activating the diary should require other conditions."
Thor digested the information he had just obtained, then looked at his left hand.
"Let's put the soul fragment issue aside for now. My left hand is... spirit ester? I seem to have seen this word somewhere. Yawn... let me recall..."
Thor yawned, climbed onto the bed using his hands and knees, and buried his head between the sheets.
He was so tired that he fell into a deep sleep before his thoughts could drift away.
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Thor opened his eyes before three in the afternoon.
Although he really wanted to sleep until noon the next day, Thor really didn't have the courage to skip work.
Office slaves can still run away with a bucket, but if they run away with a bucket from the Wizard Tower, the bucket may not contain their own heads.
The second floor of the East Tower still looks familiar, but the people have changed.
Senior Byron left the morgue yesterday.
As a third-level apprentice, he could not continue to work in the morgue.
That would be an overkill for the wizard tower.
The tasks of a third-level apprentice are mainly in the outside world, so in the future Byron will be away from the wizard tower for a long time like other third-level apprentices.
Before leaving the morgue, Senior Byron told Sol that if Kong Sha came again to ask about what Sid was looking for, he should let Sol put all the blame on him.
I don't think Kong Sha is so stupid as to offend Byron and lose the hidden relationship she had worked so hard to establish in the morgue for something she didn't know the details of.
The person who took over Byron's job was a second-level apprentice who looked unfamiliar. It seemed that Byron had given him instructions, and when he first met Thor, he nodded politely.
Today's work is as exciting as ever.
Not everyone is willing to die quietly.
Thor patted a crying female corpse to sleep, then cut off her ears with a knife.
The ear grew a pair of wings and tried hard to fly away, but was finally tied up by Thor with a rope and put into a small box to settle down.
That night, Thor finally stopped having nightmares.
But in a small town separated from the Gorsa Wizard Tower by a viscounty.
Some people won't be able to sleep tonight.
Since marrying her current businessman husband, Mrs. Hannah has been living the life of a noble lady.
Especially since the businessman husband is often not at home, they each do their own things and do not interfere with each other.
The manor where the two currently live was bought by the businessman husband from an old housekeeper.
Because all the original owners were dead, the price of the manor was kept very low.
At first, Mrs. Hannah felt uncomfortable living in a house where someone had died, but after living there for a few days, she found that this manor was really nice! It was spacious and luxurious, with front and back gardens, and a full set of luxurious furniture.
Living here gives you the feeling of becoming a noble lady.
But in the evening, the garden in front of the manor suddenly collapsed, revealing a sarcophagus underground.
Mrs. Hannah quickly took people over to deal with it.
It is really hard to have other dead people buried in the house.
She wanted to move the sarcophagus away and then extort some money from the old housekeeper who sold the house to them.
While the sarcophagus was being moved, its lid accidentally slipped open.
A servant coveted the possible burial jewels inside the sarcophagus and opened it without permission.
But there was no treasure in the sarcophagus, only a skinny corpse.
Everyone was very disappointed and just wanted to find a place to throw away the sarcophagus as soon as possible.
Unexpectedly, the mummy in the sarcophagus suddenly stretched out its hand and grabbed an old servant standing next to the sarcophagus into it.
The old servant screamed and struggled, but he was completely no match for the mummy's strength.
The charred skin of the mummy suddenly peeled off layer by layer as if it had come to life, stretching out and turning into countless long tentacles.
The tentacles wrapped the old servant tightly, like a giant python swallowing an elk.
The people around were immediately frightened and fled in all directions, only Mrs. Hannah did not move.
She was so frightened that her legs went weak, but no one came to help her.
She wanted to turn around and run away, but her left and right feet were out of her control. She swayed and fell to the ground.
At this moment, an old, dark hand reached out to Mrs. Hannah, who was in tears.
"Which old servant is it?" Hannah trembled as she held the strong hand in front of her, thinking about how much reward she would give to the old servant after escaping.
But when Mrs. Hannah stood up, a strange old face appeared in front of her.
"Don't panic, ma'am. It was just an accident. After all, I haven't eaten for a long time."
The old man in front of me was hairless, dark, wrinkled, and skinny.
Mrs. Hannah finally remembered who this man was.
Isn't this the corpse in the coffin? He is alive and a little fatter than before!
Mrs. Hannah knew she couldn't outrun the other person, so she cried and begged for mercy.
The woman's crying made the old man irritated. The skin on his face opened and closed, and he was eager to move his hands on the woman's plump, white breasts.
"Owner."
At this moment, an equally old voice caught the old man's attention.
He looked up and saw a white-haired old man in a black butler's uniform, holding a set of clothes in his hand.
The old man smiled.
"Hant, when I opened my eyes, I saw so many strangers. I thought something happened to you."
Butler Hunt calmly came over, handed over the clothes, and helped his master hold down the struggling Hannah.
"Old Hunter? Old Hunter!" Mrs. Hannah recognized the housekeeper who sold the manor to them. "Please save me, save me."
Mrs. Hannah's other arm was tightly held by Hunter, and she realized that this old man was so strong.
But neither the terrifying old man nor the old butler paid any attention to her.
"I think the master will be very hungry if he wakes up. These people are snacks I prepared for him." Hunter said these extremely cruel words with a respectful expression.
The old man laughed, "Hahaha, everything is edible?"
"I checked and there is no special background. Please enjoy your meal, Master."
The old man was very satisfied. He snatched Mrs. Hannah, who was almost frightened, and held her in front of his face.
He didn't open his mouth, but the charred skin from his face to his lower abdomen opened up in the middle, revealing the blood-red texture inside.
With one bite, half of Hannah's body was bitten off.
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The old man who had just woken up from the sarcophagus took some time to enjoy the meal. Now the whole manor was silent, and the old man had also recovered from his original mummy state to the appearance of an ordinary thin old man, but his skin was still dark with a little dark red, which made people dare not look directly at him.
The old man put on the robe handed to him by the butler Hunt and touched his bald head like a preserved egg.
"It seems that it will take a few days for this hair to grow out. I look ridiculous now, don't I?" the old man asked casually.
"Master, you are always so elegant." Butler Hunt remained respectful.
The two walked towards the interior of the manor together.
"The master finally woke up, but did he find the diary?"
"Something went wrong. It seems the diary was stolen by someone else, and little Sid was killed when he tried to get it back."
"Oh, poor little master." Butler Hunt lowered his head again, but there was no trace of sadness on his face.
"Yes, my poor grandson, he is my last blood relative."
The dark-skinned old man was Sid’s grandfather, Ralph.
He is also the only surviving member of the Bloodthorn family.
The old man soon became happy again. "But Sid is still useful. He found the diary before he died and activated the mark I hid on him. His spirit will continue to haunt the murderer because of the mark. I just need to go and confirm it myself, and I will find out who has the diary."
(End of this chapter)
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