Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 175: Accidents Abound

Saul was actually more panicked than Ferguson.

He had once experienced a scene where a horde of corpses gathered, and he knew that as long as no taboos were violated, there generally wouldn't be any danger.

What panicked him was—how did these corpses manage to get outside the storage room?

Had the taboos of the storage room failed, or was it a mistake on his part?

Before figuring out the truth, he wouldn't make any rash moves.

Saul simply pretended he was just one of the corpses, silently watching Ferguson.

Hidden among the horde, Saul had no idea what Ferguson had just experienced in those few short seconds.

Ferguson had just tried to flee the scene with the red candle when suddenly a massive axe came crashing down from above, splitting his head in two.

In the blink of an eye, he was back in the dark corridor, standing upright again.

He realized everything just now had been an illusion.

But before he could react, the ground beneath his feet turned into a mire. No matter how he struggled, he couldn’t break free, and in the end, he was forced to watch the sludge pour into his mouth and nose, submerging even the top of his skull.

Just before suffocating, Ferguson snapped out of it once more.

But then, he was run through the heart with a blade, devoured alive by countless bugs, and endlessly wandered in darkness until he was utterly lost...

He struggled through countless deaths, barely returning to reality each time, only to be pulled back into the abyss.

Just as he was on the verge of going insane, a surge of white lightning burst out and enveloped his entire body.

“No!!”

Ferguson’s eyes snapped open wide—his consciousness had finally returned to reality.

The pale faces of the corpses were now just inches from his own. He immediately raised both hands, the white lightning converging into two long whips.

With a snap of his wrists, the current lashed out, striking the surrounding corpses.

The powerful electric field instantly dispelled the illusion cast by the corpse horde.

However, the terrifying electric whips that crackled with power only left charred marks on the corpses—they didn't even force the horde back a single step.

As Ferguson lashed out, the box containing the red candle fell to the ground. The candle rolled out, its white flame curling upward, burning steadily and undisturbed.

While moving, Ferguson accidentally kicked the candle.

It rolled into a corner, and in that instant, the entire horde shifted its attention toward it.

Only then did Ferguson realize—the candle was the cause of the corpses’ unrest.

“Saul!” he shouted angrily at the boy hidden among the corpses, then lashed out with the electric whip—aiming directly at him.

Seeing the white lightning headed straight for him, Saul felt every hair on his body stand on end.

He immediately twisted his body to the side, ducking behind a nearby corpse.

Snap!

The corpse took the hit for Saul, but the current still conducted through its body, making Saul go numb all over.

“Ferguson, it was an accident! How was I supposed to know lighting the candle outside would cause this?”

As he spoke, Saul bolted toward the candle. As long as he could extinguish it, the corpses should return to normal.

Ferguson didn’t know what Saul intended, but when he saw him running toward the candle, his first thought was, He's trying to steal it.

He no longer cared whether the battle would further provoke the corpses. The thick electric whips lashed out like snakes baring their fangs, ready to strike Saul.

Saul squeezed through the crowd of corpses like a shopper in a packed market.

A bolt of lightning landed just in front of him. Though most of it was blocked by the corpses, the residual charge still numbed his entire body.

The next second, a transparent barrier enveloped Saul, blocking out the current completely.

“Ferguson, are you trying to kill me?” If Saul hadn’t activated the Soul Armor scroll at the last second, he would’ve been injured by the attack.

Electricity was still a weakness in Saul’s spell system—one he hadn’t overcome yet. Thankfully, he hadn’t reforged his Soul Resin, or else his arm might have melted again.

“As long as you don’t act rashly,” Ferguson said coldly, seeing that Saul was trapped inside the Soul Armor.

He carefully wove through the corpse horde, trying to retrieve the candle from the corner.

Electric sparks still danced around his body, warding off further illusions.

A large amount of electricity gathered in his lower body, causing his facial muscles to twitch with every step.

It looked painful.

But instead, Ferguson sped up, his eyes growing more frenzied as he stared at the candle beneath the corpses.

He knew that the candle from the second storage room was something very important. What he didn’t know—was that it could summon the corpses.

There was no way he was handing this over to Kujin now.

Used properly, it might be his ticket to a full comeback!

He also realized that after the corpses assaulted his mind at first, they had only been chasing the candle.

So Ferguson stopped attacking them, focusing instead on carefully clearing a path.

He tried to use Mage Hand to grab the candle directly. But as soon as the spectral hand passed through the corpses, it began to be absorbed—by the time it reached the candle, only a single finger remained.

As Ferguson cautiously approached the candle, Saul’s Soul Armor began to dissipate.

Instead of imitating Ferguson’s advance, Saul walked back to the edge of the bronze door.

Seeing Saul voluntarily retreat, Ferguson—who had been watching him out of the corner of his eye—sneered to himself, At least he knows his place.

That little bastard embarrassed me and forced me to activate my locator... Once I get that candle back, I’m going to make him pay! Let’s see if he still dares play tricks!

Ferguson had completely forgotten—he was the one who insisted on lighting the candle here in the first place.

Just two rows of corpses away from the candle, suddenly, a black tendril the thickness of a finger snaked its way through the crowd, winding between limbs and swiftly snatching the candle!

Ferguson was shocked. “A tendril of the Soul-Devouring Mire?!”

He wasn’t afraid of it, but the tendril was incredibly quick and agile. After grabbing the candle, it immediately withdrew through the gaps—dragging the corpse horde out of place with it.

The candle that had just been within reach was now gone.

Ferguson turned to see the tendril connected to Saul.

Knew it was you causing trouble.

He wanted nothing more than to fry Saul into charcoal.

But seeing the candle closer to himself than Saul, Ferguson chose to go after it first.

He didn’t care if he fell back into another illusion—he dove in headfirst, shoving corpses aside and springing into the air like he had springs on his feet.

But just as he jumped, another sneaky black tendril emerged and tugged at his foot, throwing him off balance.

He struck with his whip instantly, dissolving the tendril on contact.

But that tiny delay was enough—he hadn’t jumped far. All he could do was watch as the sneaky black tendril thief carried the red candle back to Saul.

Saul reached out and caught the candle.

Even after all the chaos, the flame remained bright.

Looking up, he saw Ferguson just three meters away, behind a few corpses.

Ferguson glared darkly at Saul. “Give me the candle.”

Saul placed a hand on the metal door behind him, expression grim. “Senior, this candle clearly isn’t as simple as you said. If I just hand it over, the consequences could be serious. I need to reconsider this transaction.”

“You’re going back on your word!” Ferguson snapped, lashing the whip in anger.

Saul chuckled. “Isn’t it you who withheld information?”

Ferguson’s lips tightened. His fingers creaked from clenching so hard.

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Saul hadn’t expected that lighting the counterfeit candle outside would draw the corpse horde out.

The situation had gone beyond his control—this deal had to be called off.

If this item fell into the wrong hands, not even Saul knew what disaster it might cause.

Most importantly, if anything went wrong with the horde, Saul wouldn’t escape blame.

That would completely go against the original deal he made after taking the sugar-coated bait.

It was like getting a single piece of candy, only to be forced to return ten.

A total loss!

(End of Chapter)