Death Wizard Diary.

Chapter 529 Sending You a Drop

"Get down."

About five minutes later, just as Thor was about to fall asleep, the old witch finally made her decision.

"Come down and conduct the modification experiment for me."

Thor opened his eyes and sat up, supporting himself on the lab table with one hand.

He was somewhat surprised.

Although whatever choice the old witch made afterward would be a win-win situation for him, Thor was still somewhat surprised that she had the audacity to actually choose to lie on the experimental table herself.

At the same time, he also gained a deeper understanding of the old witch's personality.

She was irritable, cruel, and somewhat arrogant.

But she actually dared to lie on the experimental table and let others modify her body!

But the old witch wouldn't easily entrust her life to a stranger.

She grabbed Thor's sleeve, suddenly pulled her little finger off the end of her hair, and pressed it next to Thor's right little finger.

Several slender, fleshy wings sprouted from the cut surface of the twitching limb. They first tentatively touched Thor's palm, then brazenly burrowed into the pores of his palm, and then fixed the limb to the base of Thor's hand.

It was as if he had grown a sixth finger.

Thor curiously moved his fingers and found that the severed limb was not under his control.

What are the chances of success for this modification experiment?

The old witch lay on the lab table, her voice still trembling slightly.

"If you're the one operating it, it's about 50%; if I do it myself, it's about 90%."

The old witch thought Thor was insulting her.

She turned her head and stared at Saul with a sinister look. "Since you're so confident, I'll give you this chance. Remember, if I die, amputation will quickly finish you off. And I guarantee you'll die a hundred times more painfully than I will!"

Thor smiled, no longer paying attention to the extra finger on his hand. "Don't worry, I know this experiment very well."

The old witch closed her eyes, and from her trembling eyelids, it was clear that she was actually quite nervous.

But for some urgent reason, she gave up collecting the witchcraft materials again and chose to risk her life.

"Perhaps it's related to what Ochiri said about the wind demon and the firefly lord's pursuit. Does the old witch think she's about to be captured?"

Thor quickened his pace; he didn't want someone to barge in and interrupt him halfway through the experiment.

However, just as Thor held the knife to the old witch's forehead, something unexpected happened!

The old witch, who had been lying on the experimental table with her eyes closed awaiting her fate, suddenly opened her eyes.

She grabbed Saul's wrist.

"Snap!"

Thor heard the sound of his wrist being crushed.

The sharp dagger slipped weakly from Thor's hand, sliding down the old witch's skin and leaving a red mark.

Then, the red mark gradually bled even brighter red blood.

Thor, supporting his limp wrist, composed himself. "If you change your mind, just say so."

But the old witch just glanced at her sideways.

In an instant, Thor felt the air around him freeze.

He felt as if he were frozen inside a giant block of ice.

Do not move.

I can't breathe.

Even moving their eyes is difficult.

He was trapped in a mass of air!

But what the old witch did next shocked him even more.

The old witch picked up her sparse braid from the back of her head with one hand and picked up the knife that had fallen on the lab table with the other.

Then, muttering some incantation, she used a small knife to slowly, back and forth—like cutting a steak at a Western restaurant—slit her own throat.

A large amount of blood erupted like a volcano.

The old witch's head was instantly stained red.

But her eyes remained calm.

The left hand holding the head even began to move slowly.

She slowly moved her head onto the perfect body base material, then, as if reacting slowly, slowly loosened her five fingers.

Boom!

The bloodied head fell into the wooden tub.

Thor was utterly shocked.

While conducting experiments and preparing materials day and night, he imagined many possibilities, but none of them involved the old witch voluntarily cutting off her own head and throwing it directly into the experimental materials.

"What exactly happened?"

Thor struggled to move his eyes, trying to see what had happened to the head that had fallen into the barrel.

But he couldn't move an inch, and from his current angle, he couldn't see anything inside the bucket.

After the old witch's head fell into the barrel, her raised left hand slowly fell down, and finally her headless body fell limply backward.

This is the proper reaction of a body that has lost its head.

Thor caught a glimpse of the headless body falling, but he didn't look away.

He continued to look intently at the wooden barrel.

His intuition told him that something must be happening there.

"Could it be that the old witch can survive for a short time even with only her head remaining?"

Although some second-tier wizards have rather special bodies, and some even lack a human form, they are still bound by the shackles of life and death and cannot survive on a single head.

Therefore, after seeing the old witch's actions, Thor even suspected that she had already entered the third level.

But if that's the case, she wouldn't have needed to risk undergoing the transformation at all. She wouldn't even have needed to evade the pursuit of the Firefly Lord and the Wind Demon, both of whom are third-tier wizards.

Gradually, Thor began to feel suffocated and suffocated.

The old witch froze the air around him, making it impossible for him to even breathe.

If the old witch dies, Thor, unable to break the spell, might actually suffocate.

But the diary hasn't given any hints yet.

Finally, the barrel that Thor was staring at began to shake. It was as if a violent magical reaction was taking place inside.

The reaction inside the wooden barrel grew increasingly violent, with the shaking bottom of the barrel constantly striking the metal test stand, producing a clanging sound.

Finally, just as Thor was straining until his face turned blue, a delicate little hand suddenly appeared on the edge of the bucket.

The hand was so small it looked like that of a baby less than a year old. The newborn skin was still slightly rosy.

After one hand appeared, another hand landed on the wooden barrel opposite.

Then, by exerting force with both hands, several prominent blue veins suddenly bulged out of the baby's small hands.

"She...is coming out!" Thor squinted, silently calculating in his mind.

As the baby-like short, delicate arms began to exert force, the forearm, elbow, upper arm, and so on, connected by the wrist, gradually appeared before Thor.

Then came the head.

Nothing had changed; it was still the old witch's terrifying and eerie face.

But that's the most terrifying part.

The face of an ugly old woman is on the body of a baby!

The old witch looked at her hands and body, and a satisfied smile finally appeared on her expressionless face.

She then said to Saul, who was trapped in the air, "Your improved plan is even better than I originally envisioned."

She rested her arms on the edge of the barrel, with her enormous, disproportionately large head resting on top of them.

They look very relaxed.

It could also be that the head is too heavy.

"To thank you for your sacrifices, I will let you choose how you die."

She waved her baby-like arms, releasing the air confinement near Thor's head.

Thor took a deep breath, but because the air in his chest was still condensed, he couldn't breathe properly at all, and could only slightly relieve the pain of lack of oxygen.

"If you don't tell me, I'll just keep you bottled up until you die. That way you can die more completely."

Thor took careful breaths and looked up at the old witch in the bucket.

"So what you wanted wasn't body modification, but a complete body swap." Thor looked at the excited and agitated old witch and tried to calm himself down.

The old witch had no intention of discussing the new body with Thor. "It seems you've given up this opportunity."

Thor shook his head before the other could make another move. "No, not giving up. Perhaps before executing me, you can double-check whether this body... is truly alright?"

The old witch immediately became alert. But when she examined the body again, she still found nothing wrong.

"Trying to protect yourself by assuming a hidden danger? Do you think I can't detect the methods of a first-tier wizard?"

Thor wasn't in a hurry. "It's not the work of a first-tier wizard; it's the No Man's Land. Or you can listen to the sound of water flowing through your body yourself."

(End of this chapter)