Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 489 Charred

Frustrated by this outcome, Itz withdrew her resignation. She would have to continue working for three more months to support herself in the city for the remainder of the time.

"I can only resign after the approval is granted."

Itz returned to the rented room, went into the bedroom, and locked the door behind him.

Ever since her roommate went missing, Itz locks the door every time she returns to her bedroom.

She casually tossed the application receipt and other documents onto the bedside table, then lay down on the 1.2-meter-wide single bed.

But as soon as she lay down, she sat up again.

"Ugh, it's so hot. Why do I always feel so restless lately?"

Itz sat up and tugged at his collar.

It's already late September, and the weather has changed from the heat of the past few days to cool, but she has become even more sensitive to heat.

It felt as if a fire was burning inside her at any moment, making her restless and agitated.

Just as Itz was wondering whether she should take a shower in the public bathroom, she suddenly heard strange noises coming from the next room.

It was like someone dragging their feet next door, the soles of their shoes making a long, harsh scraping sound against the ground.

Itz's hand, which was shaking his collar, stopped abruptly.

She didn't dare move her body, her eyes turning to the wall adjacent to the next room.

"W-what's going on? Why is there suddenly a noise next door?"

The walls inside the room are quite thin, so in the past, if we made even a little noise, our roommates could hear us.

But it was the first time Itz had ever heard footsteps that sounded like someone walking next door.

"Could it be that new people have already moved in, and the landlady hasn't had a chance to tell me yet?"

Thinking this, Itz's stiff body gradually softened.

"Honestly, shouldn't I have been told before anyone else moved in?" Itz continued to tug at her collar, trying to relieve the heat radiating from within.

Despite feeling somewhat impatient and unhappy, she still stood up, ready to meet her new roommate.

Although they may only have three months to spend together afterwards.

However, just as Itz stood up, the communicator in the corner rang.

The communicator is usually kept in the living room, but since Itz lives alone, she moved it to the table in the bedroom for convenience.

The footsteps next door suddenly stopped when the communicator rang its pleasant ringtone.

Izzy didn't notice this and picked up the communicator instead.

"Hello."

"Itz, the room next to yours was rented out today."

It turned out to be the landlady.

She's called the landlady, but she's just responsible for renting out the properties; the real owner is unknown.

"Okay, I understand."

"Oh? You know? Okay, he should be moving in tonight, but he doesn't have a key. Since you're home, could you open the door for him?"

The sound of footsteps from next door rang out again.

Its hand holding the communicator trembled slightly. "You...you mean, he hasn't moved in yet?"

"Of course, if anyone else moves in, I'll definitely let you know first."

Itz didn't say anything more.

"Feed...feed?" came the landlady's puzzled voice. After several unsuccessful attempts to get a response from Itz, she muttered something and then hung up the communicator.

Itz remained frozen in place, still holding the communicator.

If the neighbor isn't a new tenant, then who could it be?

Her ears perked up like a rabbit's, intently listening to the footsteps next door.

Those long, drawn-out footsteps, as if the feet couldn't lift themselves.

The sound came from behind the wall beside Itz, gradually moving towards the door, and then...

"squeak."

The door was well-maintained, making only a slight sound when it opened. Normally, Itz wouldn't hear this sound, but for some reason, she heard it very clearly today.

Then she heard the footsteps approaching her bedroom door.

Under Itz's stiff gaze, the doorknob slowly turned.

Just like the day her roommate went missing.

The same.

Itz dared not move, fearing that any movement she made would trigger something even more terrible.

"My door is locked. If the person outside can't open it, they'll leave, right?"

However, the doorknob, which was only twisted a few times last time, turned faster and faster and more violently this time!

Several of the screws used for fixing the door were noticeably loose, and then the door handle started turning faster.

The door lock and the door frame made a high-frequency clattering sound, each clatter seeming to strike Itz's heart!

suddenly!

The sound disappeared.

The doorknob no longer turns; it just hangs loosely on the door.

"Have the people outside left?" Itz still gripped the communicator tightly, almost crushing the casing.

However, the footsteps she longed for never sounded.

Is that person still standing behind the door?

Just then, the communicator in Itz's hand suddenly rang again.

Itz's hand trembled, and she almost dropped the communicator. In her panic, she meant to turn it off, but accidentally pressed the answer button instead.

The landlady's voice rang out again.

"Itz, your new roommate is here now. He can't open the door. How about this, I'll have him knock on the door, and you can open it, okay?"

As the landlady spoke, a knocking sound rang out on the door.

Itz abruptly shut down the communicator.

She heard that the door being knocked on was clearly her own bedroom door.

Moreover, the same knocking sound came from the communicator, which was delayed by a few seconds.

"This must be a dream, right?" Itz was numb with fear. "If it's a dream, please let me wake up soon."

The knocking stopped after only one time, as if the person outside was politely waiting for the girl to open the door.

"Yes, I locked the door, so no one can get in."

Itz felt her throat was burning dry, and she desperately wanted a sip of water, but she still didn't dare to move.

Just as she couldn't help but turn her head to look for the water glass on the table, she caught a glimpse of a dark shadow slowly approaching her left cheek.

The people outside... have come in?!

"ah!!!!!"

Itz could no longer contain herself and screamed in terror, her voice almost piercing through the doors and windows.

……

"ah!!!!!"

Just as Thor was about to look down at the evil spirit in his hand, he was startled by a scream coming from just across the door.

"What's going on? Is there an evil spirit inside?"

Thor immediately reached out and gently twisted the lock on the door in front of him, breaking the lock cylinder, and pushed the door open to go inside.

Inside the room, Itz slumped back, while Xiaozao wrapped around her waist to prevent her from falling.

When Thor entered, Xiaozao looked up at him helplessly.

"Uh, it's not your fault, she was just too nervous." Thor recalled the situation when he first came to this room and comforted Xiaozao, who was feeling inexplicably wronged.

When Saul arrived at Itz’s rented room, he used the “Silent Portal” to open the door directly. He immediately saw a dark figure kneeling outside one of the doors.

Upon closer inspection, the shadow was not kneeling, but a charred corpse, as its feet had melted away, and it could only move slowly by relying on its knees.

The other person also had no hands; their uneven, equally charred skull was pressed against the bedroom doorknob.

It was a newly born evil spirit.

Without a word, Thor flicked out a tentacle from his palm, cleaving the opponent in two almost instantly. He then took out a round-bottomed bottle used to seal away evil spirits and put the now immobile evil spirit inside.

He had just finished doing all this when he was startled by a scream from the room, nearly causing him to drop and shatter the bottle he had just filled.

After comforting Xiaozao, Thor went over and prepared to put the unconscious girl on the bed.

As a result, when he grabbed the girl's wrist and tried to pull her up, the resistance in his palm suddenly disappeared, and his arm, which was exerting force, was pulled back.

Thor looked down, opened his palm, and saw that he was holding a wrinkled, flesh-colored "glove".

On the other side, the skin on the left hand of the girl who was wrapped in algae began to break off from the wrist.

But the flesh exposed after she lost her skin looked like a charred corpse...

Shriveled and charred!

Knocking on the door asking for monthly votes!

(End of this chapter)