Diary of a Dead Wizard - Chapter 327

Chapter 326 Suffocation

Thor slowly moved his eyes away, and finally his eyes fell on the center of the first floor hall.

“Is that it?”

Sander turned his head and froze in place.

“Yes, it’s my box, but… why, I just walked from there.”

He said, and walked quickly to the box, stroking his hands up and down, and finally even hugged the whole box in his arms.

Thor was also a little confused.

This box was definitely not there when he came in!

And just now he checked, and found neither any mechanism that could hide things on the ground, nor any supernatural existence.

So how did the box suddenly appear?

Is this box special, or is there something abnormal about this house that Thor didn’t find?

Thinking that an apprentice who was expelled from the wizard tower once lived here, and that apprentices who were 30 years old and had not reached the third level were prone to mutation, Thor was more inclined to believe that there was something wrong with this house.

But when he used the meditation method again and looked over, the house was still clean.

Instead, it was the half-man-high rattan box that was not clean.

Ominous gray mist escaped from it, and finally merged with the arm on Sander’s neck.

But to Thor’s surprise, the gray mist deliberately avoided Sander’s body and just surrounded him.

It seemed that they were afraid of hurting him.

After confirming that the gray mist was the resentment of a corpse, Thor raised his eyebrows, “It doesn’t seem to be what I thought at the beginning, killing people and hiding corpses.”

He originally wanted to sign an agreement with Sander and let him leave with this dangerous rattan box.

Although the other party might be a perverted murderer who carried a corpse with him, Thor didn’t intend to meddle in other people’s business, and that arm might avenge himself with his own hands.

But now it seems that there seems to be something else behind the death of the corpse.

A down-and-out man, carrying a corpse around. After the corpse was lost, he returned to the terrifying “haunted house” several times to find it back.

A vengeful spirit, tightly entangled the man in front of him, but carefully did not let his breath hurt the other party.

What is the relationship between Sander and the corpse in the box – or the owner of the arm on his neck?

Thor suddenly became interested.

He held the handrail of the stairs and walked down slowly. “What is your relationship with the person in the box?”

Sander, who was hugging the box intimately, froze all over. He turned around and looked at Sol who had walked in front of him. He opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he lowered his head in frustration.

“As expected, you saw it.”

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, put it on the layers of leather wrapped around the rattan box, and slowly untied it.

Then, he gently put the box down and stretched out his hand to open the brass buckle.

He took a deep breath and suddenly opened the top of the box.

Sol looked into the box calmly.

As expected, it was a female corpse.

She looked twelve or thirteen years old, lying on her side in the box with her hands on her knees. Her face was not very beautiful, but if she was alive, she would be cute.

She was wearing a light pink dress that was a little yellowed and faded, and there was a small golden hairpin on her head. She

looked like a corpse that had just died.

The only special thing was that there was no wound on her body, and there was no sign of decay.

Sol’s eyes fell on the golden hairpin.

This hairpin is just like its owner, brand new, without any signs of corrosion from time.

“It should be this witchcraft prop that keeps her body from decaying.”

Thor squatted down and took a closer look, and found that the pattern on the hairpin was indeed a witchcraft symbol, but it was a witchcraft text he had never seen before.

Seeing that Thor had no intention of touching the female corpse, Sander’s tense shoulders slowly relaxed.

He began to slowly tell the story of himself and the female corpse.

In fact, the story is very simple and commonplace.

In order to prevent his sister from being sold to an old man as a plaything by his debt-ridden stepmother, Sander, as a brother, took his sister and fled overnight. However, the old man was a rich and powerful man, and even worshipped a wizard.

For some reason, he chased Sander and his sister. He even spent a lot of money and manpower to track them.

Young men and women walking on the road are easily questioned, so Sander bought this big rattan box specifically for his sister to hide in.

With this stupid method, they avoided the search.

Everything was going well until he took a boat from the eastern continent across the bay to the Blue Water Bay, the estuary here.

When he got off the boat, there were some collisions in the rattan box. But because his sister got on the boat without a ticket, he looked at the sailors around him and didn’t dare to move, but patted the box to make his sister quiet down.

And the box was quiet immediately.

Sander thought that the noise just now might just be his sister adjusting her posture because she was sitting uncomfortable.

But who would have thought that when he quickly got off the boat and found a secluded place, he would open the box and find his sister curled up inside, motionless, without heartbeat or breathing… her body was already stiff.

Although many years had passed, Sander still shed a line of tears when he said this.

The tears were very quiet, silently dripping down the corners of his eyes, rolling over his skin that had experienced the vicissitudes of time, and falling on the collar of his faded and yellowed shirt.

Sander wiped away his tears skillfully, then wiped his hands on his pants, and then carefully closed the box.

He would reach out and carefully adjust the skirt and hair of the female corpse to prevent them from being caught in the box.

“I’m sorry to make you laugh, sir. This box is not worth much, but it contains my most precious treasures.”

He even smiled at Thor.

Although Sander tried hard to remain calm, Thor could still feel the huge sadness that had been suppressed for a long time from him.

Seeing that Thor didn’t look impatient, Sander couldn’t help but pour out some of his thoughts.

“Later, I often thought, if I hadn’t thought about saving the money for the boat ticket, and opened the box immediately to check on my sister, would she not have died?”

“I always thought that the wicker box was more breathable, but I didn’t expect… Maybe it was a little hot that day, and there were a lot of people, crowded around me, which made her uncomfortable. She wanted to change her position to breathe, but because of my instructions, she endured it…”

Thor looked at the wicker box that was wrapped heavily again, “Then why did you still put her in the box?”

“Midor likes… Oh, Midor is my sister, her name is Miska, my mother and I have always called her that. She doesn’t want to leave this box, and once I want to take her out, she will cry.”

“She will shed tears?”

“Yes, sir, I’m not lying.”

Thor supported his chin, “Then pick her up and let me see.”

“This…” Sander obviously showed a hint of reluctance, but after struggling for a moment, he still reached out to open the box.

He was afraid that if he didn’t do it, the wizard would do it himself.

Just as Sander said, when she gently lifted her sister’s head, a drop of water seeped out of the girl’s tightly closed eyes.

When Sander lifted the girl’s shoulders again, the tears rolled down like beads that had broken off the string.

“Sir?” Sander looked at Thor begging, obviously unable to bear to lift her sister’s body again.

“Okay, I saw it, put her back.” Thor did not force Sander, but after Sander put his sister down, he immediately said, “Your sister did not die of suffocation, she was killed by an evil spirit.”

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