Chapter 177 It’s better for you
to be cruel. Seeing Ferguson take another step forward, with murderous intent in his eyes, Saul quickly reached back and pushed the door open a crack.
"Senior, there is no need to be angry. I want to study this candle to avoid causing trouble to both of us. Besides, even if the transaction is aborted, 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 temporarily forget his original intention.
The candle was just a bait to control Thor. What he really needed to save his life was still in the second warehouse.
"Then give me back the magic crystal!" Ferguson stretched out a hand expressionlessly.
"Okay, I'll go in and get it now." Sol smiled, turned his head... and froze in place, motionless.
When Ferguson saw that Saul said yes but stood there motionless, he suddenly felt like he was being teased again.
Five hundred magic crystals is not a big deal for a third-level apprentice, but it is not a small amount either. If Thor dares to steal it, Ferguson will beat him half to death even if he blocks the door and then snatches it back.
After urging, Thor still stood still.
Ferguson stepped forward directly and shook his arm again, "Otherwise, give me the candle!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ferguson, who was about to be angered by Saul, finally noticed the abnormality.
The interior of the bronze door, which was pushed open by Thor, revealed a colorful scene.
The shaking is like ripples on the water, and the color changes are dazzling.
"Is the inside of the bronze door like this? I don't think I've ever heard Ku Jin tell it." After all,
Ferguson was not a warehouse manager, and Ku Jin wouldn't tell him everything.
So Ferguson didn't notice that Sol's hand was only on the right side of the bronze door, but the two leaves of the door actually pushed a little inward at the same time!
Thor didn't dare move.
Although Instructor Kaz only told him the rules once, he remembered every one of them clearly.
When pushing open the first metal door, you can only push the one on the left or the right. If the doors on both sides are pushed open at the same time, immediately stand still until the door is closed.
Therefore, when Saul turned around and saw both doors opening inward, he immediately stood there and did not dare to move again.
Even though Ferguson had stepped forward and reached out to snatch away his candle, he remained motionless.
Like a sculpture.
Ferguson also felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.
"I took the candle. Next time I trade...I...will...go..."
Saul stared blankly at Ferguson in front of him.
Ferguson stood in front of him, holding a red candle in his hand, his lips still moving.
But he himself didn't notice that his lips moved slower and slower, and his voice became increasingly blurry.
From Thor's perspective, slender white arms stretched out from the inside of the metal bronze door with both doors open.
Those arms have the same slender fingers, which are slender and soft, like noodles that have been cooked for several hours.
But they were very strong, and one by one they wrapped around Ferguson's body, wrapping them around several times, and slowly pulled him into the door.
Ferguson was still unaware and kept opening and closing his mouth.
Noodle-like fingers penetrated into his mouth, nostrils, ears...
Thor couldn't hear what the other party said at all.
Looking at Ferguson who was gradually being mummified by "noodles", Saul did not dare to move. Only his eyes trembled slightly. Turning to the corner of his eyes, in the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw that Ferguson had also become soft, and was covered by those white hands. Bit by bit, he slowly stuffed it into the crack in the door that was only as wide as his fist.
Ferguson was completely unaware of the situation until his face was swallowed up by the door, staring at Saul as if waiting for his answer.
But he could never wait.
After devouring Ferguson, the interior of the bronze gate billowed with colors and undulated like waves. Saul felt as if he was on the beach and heard the huge waves overturning the ship.
Even when Thor was waiting stiffly for the door to close, fingers as soft and slender as noodles stretched out from inside the door again.
A drop of cold sweat immediately precipitated from the pores of the skin, gradually became larger, and slid down, taking more companions with it.
The pale fingers were tapping, slapping, and groping along the ground, along the walls, and along the ceiling...
They were looking for any food residue left outside.
These fingers gradually touched Thor's ankles and began to climb up his calves.
This action is exactly the same as the one that just swallowed Ferguson.
Thor seemed to have seen the ending of himself being restrained, squeezed and deformed like a piece of crystal mud, and then forcefully pulled into the narrow crack in 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 Sol didn't even dare to blink his eyes, and his pupils didn't dare to tremble anymore. He just stood there stiffly.
Imagine yourself to be like the corpses around you.
Finally, the noodle-like fingers slowly retreated, reluctantly shrinking back into the bronze door.
The brilliant colors inside the door slowly stopped fluctuating, and the door gradually closed.
Thor's eyes kept staring at the gap in the door, and finally waited until the bronze door began to close.
When the two doors were completely closed, Thor fell to the ground as if he had lost all strength.
"Hoo ho ho ho ho..." After breathing heavily for a while, Sol smoothed his sweat-soaked hair, then supported the ground and stood up slowly.
He turned around and saw the crowd of corpses in the corridor.
One by one, they faced the direction where Ferguson disappeared, and strange smiles suddenly appeared on their expressionless faces.
It's delicious, it's delicious...
Sol took two steps back and didn't stop until his heel hit the door.
Highly nervous, he looked back in fear and checked, confirming that the door was tightly closed and there was no trace of it being opened, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Ferguson was caught inside the gate, which was very dangerous.
I'm afraid this matter must be reported to Instructor Kaz.
But before that, Thor still had something to solve.
"You..." Thor looked at the corpses still standing facing the door, "When are you going back?"
In the second warehouse, the corpses were also attracted by the red candles before, but when the candles were extinguished, the corpses would automatically reset.
But now that the candle has entered the colorful world of the bronze door, and the door is closed, why don't these corpses go in?
Thor waited for a while and looked at each other with a group of scary guys pretending to be honest.
These guys still refused to go back.
Every corpse is numbered and is the most important material in the warehouse. It is impossible for Saul to let them stay outside the warehouse.
Seeing that the corpses were motionless, Thor let out a long sigh.
He carefully pushed the bronze door again. This time, the right side of the door opened separately. It was also a normal room inside, without those phantom ripples.
Thor looked at the group of corpses again and asked with a hint of pleading: "The door is open, can you go back now?" ... On
this
day, May 4, 316, the disappearance of Level 3 Ferguson has not yet caused any concern among the apprentices. There was an uproar.
On this day, a newly promoted second-level apprentice named Sol "Hang Chi Hang Chi" spent several hours moving 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 hasn't thought about using the mage's hands, but like Ferguson, the magic power that makes up the mage's hands is absorbed the moment it touches the corpse. Only pure physical contact can move these heavy corpses.
After putting down the last body, Saul took the warehouse manual and checked the body numbers one by one with an expressionless face. After making sure that nothing was missing, he threw the manual back on the table.
He pushed the big box under the abandoned candlestick directly in front of the group of corpses, sat down on it, panting heavily, and scanned the standing corpses one by one.
"I can finally see it," said Thor, whose arms were shaking slightly from exhaustion. "Except for a few corpses of official wizards, all of you ran out to watch the fun?" Although these corpses have a sinister reputation, they are already intimate with them
. Sol, who had been in contact with him nearly a hundred times, couldn't really feel any awe at this time.
"I want red candles. I still have a few here. Is it necessary to spend so much effort running outside the warehouse?"
Saul wanted to knock the heads of those who ran out, but thinking about their behavior after Ferguson disappeared , cowarded again.
At this time, he could only mutter and complain: "I went out when I went out. Why can't I come back when I go out? Are you really not here to walk me?"
(End of Chapter)