318 Chapter 40, the Eternal Price

Hoffa was stunned to see little Barty squatting between two plants.

He always felt that little Barty fell into a coma after being hit by the cold wind in Helheim and became mentally abnormal. But he didn't expect that his soul was also dragged into the underworld, and it seemed that he came earlier than himself.

"Mr. Buck Hee,"

Little Barty rubbed his hands and smiled, "We... hiccup. We meet again."

Not only was he smirking, but there were also a few wine bottles scattered around him, his face was flushed, and he looked like he had drunk too much.

"Can you talk??"

Hoffa waved his hand in front of Barty Jr.'s face, trying to confirm his mental state. This guy was lying in Shining's arms talking crazily a few days ago.

"I'm not hiccup. Can talk all the time?"

Little Barty looked at Hoffa in wonder, and then became ecstatic: "Is Mr. Bach here to save me?"

"I guess." Hoffa thought for a while, and hypocritically agreed. There is no harm in denying your obvious identity.

"Hi, you are so kind, no one has ever been so kind to me!"

The drunk little Barty hiccupped loudly and even cried, "I didn't believe that man when he told me, who would save someone like me, I didn't expect you to really come, woo woo woo."

He squatted on the ground wiping his tears, crying inexplicably.

"Can you walk across the bridge of the past in Helheim?" Hoffa looked at him and asked foxy. He didn't think that Barty Jr.'s mental strength could withstand the cruel cold wind of the bridge of the past.

"What Bridge to the Past hiccups?"

Little Barty raised his head with tears on his face: "I was brought here just after waking up, and that person told me to wait for you here, but it's a pity hiccup. I drank too much."

"So you smashed the stone?"

Hoffa raised the stone in his hand.

"Yes, it's me. I'm so sorry Mr. Bach. It's nothing to drink too much. I'm not accurate." The drunken little Barty said.

Hoffa threw away the stone, and kicked away a few wine bottles at Little Barty's feet, "Who told you to wait for me here?"

"I, I don't know each other. I haven't met a few times."

Little Barty shook his head and shook his head, his face suddenly fell off.

Yes, his whole face suddenly fell off, melting like melted wax and falling to the ground, turning into a dense pile of worms, which startled Hoffa.

He stared dumbfounded at the little Batty with half of his head on his head. On his detached face, countless worms squirmed like needles and threads on a doll, revealing the transparent soul body behind him.

In the market, a ghost lying behind the wine shop scolded, "Don't disintegrate here, because there are not enough bugs here?"

As he said that, the ghost behind the wine shop flew into the store and got into a broom. The broom came alive and swept the ground. When he passed by Little Barty, the broom beat him hard on the leg: "Go back to the lower floor go!"

Little Barty's body was like a broken sack. After being hit by the broom, his leg was split open, and a few worms fell out of it, which made Hoffa's scalp numb.

"It's time again, the wine can't be drunk."

Little Barty, with half of his head on his head, muttered helplessly.

"What's the matter with you?" Hoffa asked.

"Prosthesis, this body is fake. Someone else made it for me. It can barely let me experience the sensory stimulation of a living person. Otherwise, I wouldn't even be able to grasp a stone."

Batty Jr. said depressedly that after the prosthesis disappeared, he woke up from his drunkenness. He raised the wine bottle in his hand and poured it on his head.

The wine passed through his transparent ghost head, entered his body made of dense worms, and leaked out of his broken throat, it had no effect, and he threw the bottle away helplessly.

It was only then that Hoffa discovered the difference between himself and Barty Jr. His spirit was as solid as a body, and he could touch wine bottles, stones and other objects, but most of the ghosts floating here did not have bodies.

He couldn't help shivering, "How long have you been here?"

There was a trace of bewilderment on Little Barty's ghost face. He wriggled his fingers and hesitated for a long time, but he didn't give a definite answer. Finally, he scratched his head: "I haven't calculated exactly, it feels like a few days, but since I came here After coming here, I feel that everything here is very familiar, and I feel like I have been there for a long time, Mr. Bach, do you have this feeling?"

"I don't."

Hoffa said dryly.

Little Barty looked at him expectantly: "The person who gave me this body told me that as long as I find you, you can bring me back to the living world. Is this true? You can really bring me back to the living world." Is it the human world?"

"Who told you that?" Hoffa was puzzled.

"Tell me first if it's true!" Little Barty looked at him hungrily.

"It should be true. Right."

Hoffa was a little unsure.

Little Barty stared straight at him.

"Okay, it's true, I'll take you out!"

Hoffa waved his hand impatiently: "But first tell me who asked you to find me!"

"You'll know when you come with me!"

Little Barty, who got an affirmative answer, instantly became motivated, and the remaining bugs on his face trembled.

"Come here, Mr. Lord Bach!"

He excitedly led Hoffa to run inside the hollow giant, falling down while running the bugs on his body. It looks disgusting.

Hoffa frowned and followed behind him. Little Barty didn't know how long he had been here, but he was very familiar with the environment here.

They walked up steps resembling blood vessels and jumped over bubbles shaped like blood platelets. Walking all the way down, and finally standing in front of a corridor that resembles a large intestine, God knows how big the entrance of this large intestine is. It is round, it has gone through many years, it looks tattered, it is full of potholes and holes, and from time to time there are some things like giant worms slowly crawling through the holes.

"What's that?" Hoffa looked at the worms burrowing around the intestinal wall, feeling hairy in his heart.

"I don't know, they are the only living things here." Little Barty raised his hand, and his palm turned into a pile of worms, which fell off and fell to the ground. "Neither will they die, nor will they rot."

An elevator came out of the corridor of the large intestine and stopped in front of the two of them.

Ding dong.

The elevator opened, and a group of people came out of it. They had no clothes on, they had complete bodies, and their faces were full of excitement and anticipation.

"How do you plan to die today?"

"As usual, drinking to death, I don't know how long this body can bear this time, how about you?"

"I don't drink this time, I came up with a new way to play."

"What game?"

"I'm going to bathe in sulfuric acid."

"Hey, I've played with that stuff a long time ago. I can't feel anything but pain."

"Then you can't think of it, I decided...and then jumped into the sulfuric acid pool at the most enjoyable time."

A few people in the elevator said sensational words, crossed their shoulders and walked farther and farther away with a smile on their shoulders. Hoffa looked at the backs of those guys in disbelief. He could feel that these people were not joking, but very serious.

"Let's go, Mr. Bach." Little Barty walked into the elevator with a look of familiarity.

"What are they talking about?" Hoffa climbed into the elevator.

"I didn't say anything, just chatting everyday."

Little Barty pressed the last button on the elevator.

Swish!

The rapid fall begins, even faster than a free fall on Earth. Not only is it faster, but the elevator is also twisting and turning in the large intestine.

Hoffa felt that if he still had a body, he would definitely be thrown out by this centrifugal force, but fortunately he didn't have a body.

The elevator went all the way down, and after falling, it turned into a sideways drive again.

The gust of wind passing through the gap in the large intestine blew past Little Barty's body, and his body gradually disintegrated into a pile of worms. The worms were blown away by the wind in the mist of the abyss, revealing his transparent soul body.

While traveling at extreme speed, Hoffa saw another elevator flying in the opposite direction, with another self sitting in it, but the picture just flashed and disappeared randomly. He was startled, and quickly lay down in front of the broken elevator, looking at the fog that flashed by outside.

But that scene was just his hallucination, there was no other elevator outside the large intestine, only a giant isolated island like a pancreas, and a towering giant tree like an alveoli, covered with pink balls.

"Mr. Bach, don't look at it, there are too many strange things here." Little Barty said, "When I first came here, I was terrified, but I have been here these days, and I found that if I don't think about anything, Don't care about anything. It actually feels pretty good."

"Not bad, what do you want to go back to?" Hoffa asked angrily.

"You'll know right away."

As he said that, the light gradually weakened as it descended, and the vision of the sun and the moon shining together on the top was covered by fog and other organs. The speed of the elevator also gradually slowed down.

They came to places like the giant's bladder or pancreas. Compared with the prosperity and light of the giant's upper body, the place is extremely dark and gloomy. The houses are tilted here and there, looking pitch-black and swarthy, and their original appearance is basically invisible.

Ding dong, the elevator is at the end.

Just opened the elevator.

boom! !

Hoffa was startled when half a worm-infested head was smashed to the side.

It turned out that several men on both sides of the road were lying in the soil and beating each other crazily. Their noses and faces were swollen and their limbs were flying. They didn't realize it and beat each other tirelessly.

The ground was littered with rotting potholes filled with all kinds of worms, big and small. Their heads stick to the ground, flapping aimlessly like grass or bushes.

As we go forward, more and more people fight each other. Some participants were brutally massacred, and their entire bodies were chopped off. , Some people lost their hands and feet, some lost their heads. But they are still tearing at each other tirelessly.

"What are they doing, is there any deep hatred?" Hoffa asked Barty Jr.

"No, there is no contradiction here." Barty Jr. said.

"Then why did they fight?"

"Because bodies are ephemeral to them."

Little Batty said sadly: "Here, time has almost no end, there is no concept of death, no concept of change, let alone the concept of feeling, no sense of taste, no sense of touch, no sense of pain, no sense of smell, what? None, only with a body can people here barely experience the feeling of being alive."

Nothing at all

Hoffa pursed his lips. For some reason, he suddenly thought of the Mimic that Grindelwald summoned to the real world before. It was also composed of countless worms. As soon as it landed, it was so excited that it couldn't control it, and even lay down on the ground to eat dirt.

Is this the price of eternity?

He looked at those people who were fighting wildly, secretly startled.

All the way forward, the atmosphere is bizarre and unimaginable.

On the dark island of the pancreas, the pictures are more and more exciting, such as a group of men gathered together to punch, or a group of women lying in the mud to eat dirt, or a few children with only half of their body left, raising their arms and laughing Knock, knock, knock.

There was nothing in their eyes but long, boundless voids. It seems that only the most extreme stimulation can make them find a sense of existence.

When they reached the bottom of the pancreas, the ghosts of extreme fighting gradually disappeared, leaving only some half-human, half-insect remains on the ground. They were scattered on the ground like discarded toys, and gradually changed from human form to human form again. Bugs.

As devastated as a garbage dump.

Several huge stone puppets walked in the garbage dump, scooped up the remnants and bugs on the ground with a stone trough, and then silently entered a large iron gate on the ground holding the stone trough full of worms.

"The person who asked me to find you is inside." Little Barty pointed at the big iron gate.

Hoffa has stopped talking. At this moment, some kind of strong premonition appeared in his heart, which was mixed with restless excitement. He couldn't help but quicken his steps, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

Following the stone puppets holding the stone trough, a series of large iron doors opened in front of Hoffa, and they walked into a long, dark underground corridor. Here the ceiling is high, and to the right is a row of smoking torches, emitting a deep orange glow.

The uneasiness and agitation became more and more intense, almost making Hoffa faint. Across countless planes of time and space, he could feel his heart beating wildly, convulsing violently, and dying in an unknown place.

He staggered and ran.

The stone golem disappeared through an iron door at the deepest part of the corridor.

Hoffa rushed forward, but unexpectedly a three-meter-high metal armor rattled over and stopped the two of them.

"Hey, who are you, the Miko-sama's work forbidden area, don't rush!" There was a sound of gold and iron colliding under the hollow helmet of the metal armor.

Little Barty was a little confused, "Hey, didn't that lady ask me to bring him here?"

"I didn't say I wanted to see you when I brought it here. The witch is so busy, can anyone see her? Go, go, go out quickly."

Before the metal armor finished speaking, Hoffa had already rushed out with strides, and it couldn't help shouting anxiously behind Hoffa: "Hey, you, what's going on!!?"

Hoffa couldn't hear the voices of Metal Armor and Little Barty at all. Since coming here, the sense of foreboding has almost swallowed him strongly. He clearly knows what is waiting for him ahead, clearly.

The sense of foreboding urged him to run until he was out of breath.

A huge iron gate appeared in front of him, getting closer and closer, Hoffa didn't say a word, he bumped into the huge gate and knocked the iron gate open.

boom.

The scene in front of him shocked him, and he stood there motionless.

In the dark crypt, there are moldy carpets on the floor. They used to be gorgeous, but now they are faded and covered with dust. The gold pattern decoration on the fabric is still faintly visible, intermittently between dull gray and mottled green. Shine light.

on the carpet.

A transparent silver-haired girl was facing away from him.

Floating in mid-air, she slowly moved her arms facing a huge cauldron as tall as two people. A gigantic stone golem stood beside her, mimicking her movements, stirring the cauldron with a stone rod.