Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 218 Return

Faced with the powerful and assertive Billy, Angela had no room for negotiation.

She originally intended to verbally agree first, and then destroy the body after Billy left, so that at least she wouldn't have any leverage over him and would have some room to maneuver.

But the moment she agreed, Billy suddenly stepped forward with incredible speed, so fast that Thor, who was hanging in the air, didn't even have time to react. Angela only saw a blurry figure before she felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen, as if something had pierced her navel.

But when she subconsciously looked down and reached out to press her lower abdomen, she couldn't find any sharp objects.

"What did you do to me?" the girl screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Don't be nervous," Billy said, showing no mercy whatsoever. "It's just that a toxin has been planted in your body."

He slowly stepped back. "If you want to play any tricks in future collaborations... then turn yourself into a flower."

Billy nodded to Angela. "Cancel your lab work within three days, then come find me at 1701."

After saying that, Billy didn't give Angela a chance to speak and turned to leave the lab.

After Billy left, Angela was trembling all over. She bit her lip so hard that it bled, but she didn't relax.

Thor silently lowered several tentacles from the ceiling, slowly approaching Angela's small face.

"It's all your fault." Angela's face was dark and ugly.

Thor was taken aback, and the tentacles stopped approaching.

"If I die, you won't live either!" Angela continued.

Suddenly, she raised her left hand and slapped her hard across the face.

Then Angela's expression changed. The girl, who had just been filled with resentment and astonishment, suddenly curled the corners of her mouth into a chilling smile.

"Don't forget, I'm the one who knows the incantation, and you're the one who's been poisoned."

Angela's expression changed again, her anger mixed with fear. "Aren't you afraid I'll report you to Instructor Kaz and have him throw you out?"

Then, she laughed triumphantly, "Poor little girl, we've been fused together for so long, you don't think you can easily get rid of me, do you?"

She still controlled Angela's body, walked to the glass cabinet door, and tilted her head left and right to admire the beauty of the body.

Then she suddenly raised her hand and grabbed a handful of the excess flesh on her chest.

"Hmm... Although I can't remember whether I was male or female in my previous life, I'm still quite satisfied with this body. I'll reluctantly continue to share it with you."

Angela's cheeks flushed instantly, but her expression remained one of enjoyment.

Thor could see clearly that the vengeful spirit residing in Angela was about to threaten the status of Angela's main soul.

If this continues, their roles will be completely reversed, instead of the "sharing" that the evil spirits claimed.

Although Thor understood, he had no intention of interfering. He was only interested in the scent of the vengeful spirit, but also found the "skinning" process too troublesome.

After an unknown amount of time, Angela seemed to finally regain control of her body. She immediately released her grip, a flash of pain crossing her face.

But this pain quickly turned into resentment. She looked at the two boys lying in the stroller and walked over with a gloomy expression.

Now that she has nowhere to run, she doesn't want to give anyone else a way out.

She took out a small golden knife and, without hesitation, plunged it into the chest of the younger boy.

"Pfft!"

The excruciating pain finally jolted the boy, who had been unconscious for a long time, awake with a scream.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a beautiful young woman in front of him, but with a distorted and terrifying expression.

"Wow—brother!"

Nine-year-old David was completely powerless to resist; his only hope was his older brother George, who helped him clean the corridors.

George was also awakened by his brother's cries, but even when he opened his eyes, he could only helplessly watch as his brother's heart was removed.

"David..." George's eyes instantly reddened. He struggled to get up, but he couldn't move at all, and even his voice was weak, like he was just breathing.

"No rush," Angela said coldly. "You're next."

She dragged David, whose struggles were becoming increasingly weak, onto a bright red circular carpet.

Then, Angela crouched down, and the small golden knife was pointed at David's head.

Because George was lying on his back in the stroller, he couldn't see what Angela did to David.

But he can hear.

"Waaaaah..." George could only cry.

He heard the sound of a sharp instrument cutting through muscle. He'd heard that sound before when he was cutting beef with a knife in the kitchen.

He heard the sound of a blade scraping against bone, a sound he had heard when feeding wild animals.

But he never imagined he would hear these voices coming from his own brother.

After Angela finished preparing the offerings, she was also sweating. She stood up with a relieved smile on her face, and then took out a few magic crystals from her bosom and embedded them around the increasingly bright red carpet.

The next second, black patterns suddenly appeared on the carpet as if someone had drawn them with a brush. These patterns started from the spot where the magic crystal was inserted, and continued to extend, twist, and reconstruct. Finally, the lines intersected, the runes echoed each other, and a complete magic circle was formed.

Thor, who had been watching everything indifferently, suddenly began to regress in consciousness when he noticed the magic circle on the carpet.

He had seen this magic circle before, or rather, he had seen a simplified version of it.

Consciousness began to stir, reason returned, and Thor fell from the ceiling, the menacing octopus tentacles obediently staying beside him.

"If we replace the amplification runes and the condensation runes in this magic circle... wouldn't it be the same magic circle I got in Sailtown?"

Thor slowly walked over and watched as milky white spirits slowly emerged from the boy whose brain had exploded.

Perhaps because of its young age, even with the enhancement of the magic array, it did not form a complete spiritual body.

Saul saw that the little boy's head was intact, but his body was blurred and unclear, as if it had been pixelated.

Angela frowned; the boy's spirit form clearly did not meet her requirements.

She kicked the corpse out of the magic circle, and in a fit of rage, walked to the cart and dragged George, who was lying on it, out.

George's face was streaked with tears, and when Angela pulled him off the stroller, he even seemed to feel a sense of relief.

His brother's death caused him pain, but what was even more painful was not knowing when it would be his turn.

Waiting to die is the hardest thing to endure.

Because Angela was holding George by the foot, when he fell, the back of his head hit the ground directly.

George, who was already in a daze and on the verge of a breakdown, fainted instantly.

Angela ignored the life or death of the sacrifice; she dragged George onto the blood-red carpet, leaving a trail of bright red blood in her wake.

"George?" Saul finally recognized that this boy was his only friend, or rather, his fellow sufferer, when he was a servant.

Because he often stayed in the morgue and storerooms, he rarely set foot in public areas accessible to his servants, and therefore had not seen George for a long time.

Memories of the past resurface.

The panic of being transported here, the anger of being bullied, the helplessness of encountering blood in the corridor, the surprise of finding the diary, the fear of Kongsha's appearance, the joy of becoming an apprentice, the despair of being besieged by monsters, the pleasure of killing the enemy...

Thor stood on the ground, his octopus tentacles contracted and merged into his body, and human limbs reappeared.

After reason prevailed, emotions began to return.

Thor: Not going crazy for now, thanks.

(End of this chapter)