Chapter 85 Please be worthy of your name.
The small seaweed ball fell on Sol's left shoulder, and all the tentacles were stretching upward, twisting and shaking, as if having a convulsion.
"What is this?"
As Sol muttered to himself, the diary that had been floating quietly on his left shoulder flew to him in a familiar manner.
[On August 26th, 314th year of the New Moon Calendar, Qing,
you seem to have discovered a secret space under the wizard tower.
I don’t know how many secrets are buried here.
Under your feet is the soul-eating Demon Swamp that has existed for I don’t know how long.
Now, the core consciousness of the Demon Swamp It is dancing on your shoulder.
It can be seen that it really likes you.
I like you so much that I want to keep you here forever. 】
Soul-Eating Demon Swamp? Core consciousness?
Diary, diary, you are out of line again, do you know?
"This little seaweed dumpling likes me?" Sol murmured to himself.
At this time, the little seaweed dumpling suddenly jumped up from Sol's left shoulder and threw into the air. Looking at the momentum, it was actually heading towards the diary in front of Sol!
"Whoosh——"
The little seaweed dumpling flew into the air and rolled directly into the mud from the edge of the high platform.
Thor: "..."
"Diary, are you sure this core consciousness likes me, not you?"
Diary ignored Thor and flew back to his left shoulder.
But its behavior just now made Thor a little wary.
Can that seaweed dumpling discover the existence of the diary?
Otherwise, why would the diary go wherever it is?
"It's called the Soul-Eating Demon Swamp, so its essence should not be that mass of seaweed, but this piece of mud. Why can the mud feel the existence of the diary?"
"Obviously even the tower master has never paid attention to my left shoulder."
This realization made Salton feel nervous.
If there are still people like West who know the existence of the diary in his body, then Saul will not be able to get a moment of peace for the rest of his life.
Death prediction is such a useful golden finger in this world!
It is worthy of countless people’s desperate pursuit.
"Did it drag me down just for the diary?" Sol looked heavy.
He is in no hurry to go out now.
He carefully observed the entire swamp, thinking of some way to destroy it all.
Or at least destroy that core consciousness.
"Can the searing breath deal with it? If there are corpses buried here, there should be some flammable and explosive gases underneath, right? I have to be careful not to blow myself up too." While Thor was thinking, the sound that just
fell The seaweed balls that went down climbed up again along the high platform.
It crawled to Thor's feet, shook off the mud on its body, and began to bend its tentacles again, jumping towards Thor.
Thor stretched out his left hand and punched out, trying to knock the latter away.
However, the moment his fist came into contact with the seaweed ball, the latter stretched out countless black tentacles, wrapped around Thor's wrist, and fixed himself firmly on it.
Thor's punch was like a missed punch. He quickly refocused his weight and punched the ground hard again.
But just before his fist was about to land on the stone slab, Thor's movements stopped abruptly.
From the beginning to the end, the seaweed ball showed no signs of evading, and even rubbed Sol's left hand, as if he also liked his left hand.
Thor raised his hand in confusion, looked at his left hand that looked like a boxing glove, and thought to himself: "Didn't this seaweed dumpling sense the existence of the diary?" The Death Wizard's Diary, I don't know where it came from, but its origin is
definitely not simple. Thor believed that it could at least reach the level of a third-level official wizard.
The master of Golza Tower is a senior second-level wizard. There should be no mysterious creatures beyond the third level under the wizard tower he built.
And this Soul-Eating Demon Swamp is obviously a garbage dump-like existence used to dispose of corpses and remnant souls...
remnant souls?
Thor thought about his left hand, which was suggested by the diary as a spiritual ester that could temporarily store soul fragments.
Could it be that what this seaweed dumpling sensed was actually the smell of the remaining soul in his left hand?
So when it pounced on the diary, was it because it felt the soul fragments in the diary?
After all, after West Germany was shattered by the electromagnetic chair, a black shadow entered the inside of the diary.
That black shadow must also be part of West Germany's soul fragment, and it is a very special part, otherwise the diary would not actively absorb it.
But the black remnant soul has disappeared.
I don’t know what Seaweed Dango noticed.
While Sol was thinking, the seaweed balls kept rubbing against Sol's hand.
"Have you licked enough?"
Sol came to his senses and tried to pull the black thing off his left hand with a speechless expression.
But this guy is so clingy that if one side is removed, the other side will be attached again.
Sol was left panting, but in the end he still couldn't take down the seaweed dumpling.
"Huh...you are pestering me so much, do you want to leave with me?"
Thor gave up. He planned to leave here first and then find someone to deal with the guy in his hands.
Who would have thought that as soon as he finished speaking, the seaweed ball rubbing against his hand immediately stopped moving.
But it didn't escape Thor's left hand either.
"Huh? Do you want to go out with me, or not?"
Sol became interested and began to tease the seaweed dumpling in reverse.
"Gudu...gudu...pa! Gudu...pa!"
Unexpectedly, the swamp around the high platform suddenly became agitated, and huge bubbles emerged and exploded.
Huge black tentacles as thick as thighs stretched out from under the mud, desperately reaching towards the high platform, but they were afraid of the high platform and could only twitch on the surrounding mud.
"Shua!"
"Snap!"
The violent blows seemed to break Thor into pieces.
Thor immediately realized that he had said the wrong thing.
He exerted force with his right hand and easily pulled the seaweed ball off his left hand this time.
"I didn't say I really wanted to take you out. Since you're so unhappy, you should go back and stay."
Seaweed Dumpling seemed to really understand what Sol said. He walked back to the edge of the platform three times, and finally jumped Go down.
It looked like a child who wanted to go out to play after school but was taken back by his parents by the ears.
However, the seaweed dumplings returned, but the anomalies in the swamp did not subside.
They were like parents of children, pinching their waists and issuing stern warnings to Thor.
One tentacle after another slapped the mud, and soon, as the mud surged, new and terrifying things appeared in front of Thor's eyes.
Pale human faces emerged from the mud. They stared at Thor with ferocious expressions. Their mouths opened and closed, as if they were pleading or cursing.
There was obviously no sound coming out, but Sol felt a ringing in his ears.
Even if he covered his ears, he couldn't block out this strange sound wave.
Sol couldn't care about anything else, and quickly turned around, stacked the two experimental tables together with difficulty, and stood on them.
But he ignored that he was only 12 years old and not tall enough. He couldn't even reach his head when he stood on two tables.
Thor took a risk and jumped, grabbing the soil above his head with one hand, but he couldn't use the force at all. He fell to the table again, staggered, and almost fell to the high platform.
"call!"
The ringing in his ears became heavier and heavier. Sol squatted on the table and covered his ears in pain. He reluctantly stood up, but could no longer jump.
Just when he was about to fall off the table, a brown and dry hand suddenly appeared from above his head, grabbed Thor's arm, and pulled him out of the underground world.
Thor finally sees the light of day again.
"Bah!" He spit out the dirt in his mouth, and before he could open his eyes, he kept thanking the person who saved him, "Thank you, thank you, I thought I couldn't get out." The
person who came was a flower in the garden . Craftsman, the color of the skin on his hands is the same yellow as his face.
The gardener still had a bright smile on his face, but he looked stiff when he stood up.
"Don't be afraid. This is the early laboratory of the wizard tower, but it has been abandoned for a long time." The gardener explained enthusiastically, "Although the wizard has reinforced it, occasionally apprentices who pass by will still fall.
" Uncomfortable, with an ominous premonition.
Sanjiang today, according to the previous practice of this book, I should add more to celebrate, haha, I will leave it until it is released... (recorded in Byron's little notebook) I really want to
thank all the readers, all the achievements of this book are all yours Help me up every day! Your support and encouragement have given me endless strength. I will try my best to write the stories of this group of wizards, big and small, and hope to continue walking with you all!
Should Sanjiang have a speech? I don’t know, so I’ll just leave it here and run the code.
(End of chapter)