Diary of a Dead Wizard-Chapter 622: Displacement

Saul dragged the little girl and quickly ascended to the top of the tower.

But when he reached the topmost floor, he discovered it was completely empty—there wasn't even a single chair on the ground.

The floor was dusty gray, completely at odds with the manor's magnificent style.

Not only that, Saul didn't see any anomalous objects either.

He freed the little girl's mouth again: "Why isn't there the anomaly you mentioned?"

The girl stared wide-eyed ahead: "This isn't the tower top."

Saul was puzzled, but the stairs had ended and there were no other floors above.

Whether using meditation techniques or the Eye of Banishment, Saul saw no other rooms.

He jumped directly to the overhead wall, feeling along the wall's crevices, trying to find physical mechanisms.

But he still found nothing.

"This wall's texture is quite nice—feels much more comfortable than the tower top's floor."

This tower was decorated so strangely, actually arranging the ceiling so exquisitely.

This made Saul even more certain there must be mechanisms here.

Unfortunately, the little girl was completely unaffected by threats. When Saul pressed her again, she just giggled and said, "This isn't the tower top."

Saul was somewhat confused, feeling like some thought was flickering in his mind, but he could never grasp that clear point.

Just then, Saul heard someone approaching.

The new footsteps weren't hurried and carried a hint of cheerful leisure.

Step by step, approaching the tower top.

Saul again hid with the little girl in the corner.

But when the footsteps reached the last step, Saul still saw no one.

Saul's brow gradually furrowed, but he made no sound and didn't emerge from the corner.

The invisible footsteps wandered around the room for several minutes before leisurely leaving.

Just as Saul was about to reveal himself, he heard a second set of footsteps.

"These footsteps belong to another person."

But Saul still couldn't see the second footsteps' owner.

As if the visitors to the room were ghosts, existing in a world of the dead that Saul couldn't see.

"These footsteps are somewhat strange."

The first footsteps were light and ethereal, making it impossible to pinpoint where in the room their owner was wandering.

The second footsteps were much clearer.

But such clear sounds made Saul even more confused.

Saul slowly raised his head, looking at the overhead wall. A thought hidden in his mind for a long time finally gradually became clear.

He stopped hiding and emerged from the corner, but didn't remove Little Algae and the girl's disguise, still keeping them hidden.

Saul alone, maintaining high vigilance, slowly walked to the room's center.

Later, he didn't even hide his footsteps.

When Saul deliberately stepped on the ground to make noise.

The second person's footsteps, which had been wandering in the room, suddenly stopped.

As if someone had noticed something, stopped their original movement, remained quiet, and listened intently.

Saul deliberately took a second step.

"Thud!"

The footstep echoed in the empty room.

"Tap tap tap tap tap..."

Saul's footsteps completely startled the second person, but their reaction was unexpected.

They actually ran away directly!

Completely unlike the reaction pursuers should have.

Saul didn't chase after them.

He kept looking up, as if watching something very interesting.

Then he pulled backward, bringing Little Algae and the girl hidden in the corner to his side.

But his gaze was still fixed on the overhead wall.

"I know why the second person's footsteps sounded strange."

The little girl blinked her big eyes without saying a word.

Though receiving no answer, Saul's gaze toward the little girl was very certain.

He said softly: "The second person's footsteps came from the overhead wall."

"Thinking carefully now, the first person's footsteps weren't very clear, but they should also have come from the overhead wall."

Saul looked at the little girl, saying word by word: "Those two people just now were walking on the ceiling."

Saul recalled the obviously strange places he had ignored along the way.

"It's not that they were walking on the overhead wall."

"It's that I was walking on the ceiling."

"So those black iron tables in the corridor weren't tables at all—they were chandeliers hanging from above!"

"So the overhead wall felt better because that's where the stone floor actually is."

Saul flew up, pressing himself against the overhead wall.

"From this angle, this room isn't the tower top at all, but the tower's bottom floor."

Saul returned to what he perceived as the ground: "Am I right?"

But the little girl seemed to be playing dumb: "What are you talking about? I don't understand. Anyway, my treasure is at the tower top."

"Heh." Saul pressed one hand on the little girl's head: "Then let's go to the tower top—which is what I perceive as the tower bottom."

Saul had Little Algae wrap the girl into a cocoon again, then dragged her and turned to go downstairs.

...

In the manor madam's room, a humanoid black shadow suddenly appeared. After failing to ambush Lucy, it was pinned to the wall by Red-beard.

But this was just the beginning.

Before everyone could study the black shadow's composition, second, third, and fourth shadows shot in from outside the balcony like arrows!

The group, still unable to recover their spellcasting abilities, could only fight back or dodge using objects in the room.

At this time, one female butler's head was covered by a black shadow monster.

Since the female butler was a key clue figure in this manor, Lucy, Red-beard and others immediately went to rescue her.

But after they used candelabras and broken chair pieces to knock off the black shadow, they discovered the female butler's head had already been corroded by more than half.

The remaining small half was half white and bubbling, while the other half was gurgling blood.

Such a person naturally couldn't survive.

The butler fell down like a normal corpse.

The just-fallen corpse rotted and decomposed at an incredible speed, then rapidly turned into a pool of rotten flesh before everyone's eyes.

Everyone's hearts immediately turned cold.

These black shadows' attacks were too terrifying!

The several people who had originally wanted to battle the shadows immediately gave up and retreated from the room, working together to close the door and drag over a nearby cabinet to block it.

The other female butler escaped with them, but her face showed no fear. She even turned back to urge them.

"Find the madam. Otherwise the demons will dissolve all of us."

"Damn it." Red-beard's expression was ugly: "These black shadows are a countdown. If we can't bring back the manor's madam, this place will probably be full of shadow monsters!"

But Lucy became even more certain of her earlier guess.

"Or rather, we either find a way to retrieve the stolen madam, or find a way to enter the other space where the thief is!"

Just as her words fell, the blocked room door shattered with a crash.

Several black shadows shot out from the doorway.

Because they were so fast, they splattered against the opposite corridor wall with crackling sounds.

But before people could find it funny, they pulled themselves up from the wall one by one, staring straight at the wizards in the corridor with their featureless black faces.

There were too many of these shadows!

Just moments ago there were only one or two humanoid shadows, but now there seemed to be nearly a hundred!

The terrifying pressure immediately made everyone's breathing stop.

Suddenly, Red-beard grabbed the female butler standing beside him and hurled her hard at the shadows about to attack again.

The moment the butler hit the wall, she was immediately enveloped by countless black shadows.

Then her shadow-wrapped body began rapidly shrinking and deforming.

Several drops of murky fluid flowed to the ground through shadow gaps, emitting a nauseating smell.

The instant he threw the butler, Red-beard turned and ran.

"Run!" Lucy's expression was ugly as she also ran.

She had originally had several more questions to ask the butler, but hadn't expected Red-beard to directly sacrifice her to escape.

But now wasn't the time to blame him—they needed to survive this crisis first!

(End of Chapter)

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