319 Chapter 41, the Indifferent Lover

"Aglaia!? Is Aglaia you?"

Seeing the transparent silver figure floating in mid-air, Hoffa was so excited that he almost trembled all over his body. He stretched out his hand and staggered forward like a drunk.

At this moment, he seemed to see his heart more clearly. He was probably not a rational person. On the contrary, his excited chest almost burst. joy.

He stretched out his hand, yearning, fearful, and slowly, he came to the bottom of the ghost, and looked up at her.

Yes, there is no doubt that although her body is shining with transparent fluorescence and has no substance, her blue eyes, delicate facial features, and longing face are indeed his former classmate, who once saved him from death. The girl who was pulled back under him, the friend who gave him life and hope.

"Aaglea?"

Hoffa waved his hand below her, trying to attract the ghost's attention: "Hey, it's me, I'm here to see you!!"

But the strange thing is that the silver-haired ghost kept a completely expressionless face, as if he didn't hear it, no matter how Hoffa called. She remained absolutely expressionless and stateless, just concentrating on stirring the cauldron in front of her.

"What are you doing?"

Surging emotions hit Hoffa's spirit. He didn't even notice the silver ghost. With almost uncontrollable emotions, he climbed onto the cauldron twice. In the crucible, what was boiling was a transparent unknown liquid, which was bubbling and very viscous, like glue.

"I'm coming for you, Aglaia."

Hoffa crawled on the edge of the cauldron and said excitedly: "I have found a way to resurrect, do you know?"

The flying silver ghost frowned slightly, Hoffa immediately trembled nervously, did he say the wrong thing?

The brows loosen.

The silver-haired ghost raised his arm and snapped his fingers.

A stone golem emerged from a dark crypt, holding a stone trough filled with writhing worms, numbering in the thousands.

"Speak, Aglaya, why don't you speak?"

The other party's unhurried, neither salty nor bland state made Hoffa a little frightened, and his voice trembled: "Tell me, tell me, just say something, anything!"

The silver-haired ghost didn't look at him, let alone speak. She changed her movements and stretched out her hands to twist, looking very elegant. Accompanied by her movement, the stone puppet in the crypt also stretched out its hand. It picked up some white substance and sprinkled it into the transparent crucible. The boiling transparent liquid in the crucible turned into a milky white liquid and calmed down.

"What happened, fifty years, do you still remember me?"

Hoffa stammered and asked, the silent posture of the silver ghost frightened him.

He could feel a raging flame burning in his heart, that fire was stronger than ever before, and it was also more fragile than ever, he could barely hold his body steady.

Still don't speak.

After the cauldron was stirred, the silver-haired ghost fluttered and changed its position, making a gesture of scooping water. The stone puppet beside him also stood up, imitating her movements, and scooped out a ball of milky white liquid from the cauldron with a stone ladle and poured it on the worm's worm in the stone trough.

Immediately, the densely packed bugs integrated together regularly, forming a whitish human body, which emerged from the sink.

Aglaia waved his hand, and the male body in the tank was hoisted away and sent into the darkness in the distance. The opening at the top opened, and another group of worms were poured into the sink. Aglaia repeated the previous action, controlling the stone puppet, scooping up milky white liquid from the cauldron, and pouring it on the worms.

This time, the worms glued together and turned into a female body. She waved her hand again, and the female body was also lifted away by the rope and sent into the boundless darkness.

And just like that, she repeated the action, focused and precise.

Hoffa stopped talking, licked his lips, and calmed down a little. So, the temporary bodies of those guys outside were all created by Aglaia?

Is she doing such a job in the underworld?

How many years? fifty years.?

His heart throbbed.

"Look at me, look at me, look at me. Please."

He lay on the cauldron, tilted his head, and forcibly extended his face to the other party's neck, fearful and uneasy.

Finally, under his insistence, the other party's eyes moved away from the work at hand, swept across his face, stayed on his face for about a tenth of a second, and then moved away.

What kind of eyes were those? Hoffa felt that they were extremely calm, as calm as the water of the Dead Sea, without any emotion, calm and numb, and had no idea what she was thinking.

"What happened. Tell me what happened."

Hoffa's voice gradually changed from excited to low. He sat on the cauldron blankly, his face full of confusion.

Brand-new human bodies emerged from the stone troughs one by one, and were hung away again. The worms were used up, and the cauldron was almost empty. The silver-haired ghost slowly fell from midair to the ground, and snapped its fingers again.

Bang bang bang before the metal armor guard came in from outside the cave.

"Who told you to bring in the idlers?"

The silver-haired ghost asked expressionlessly, his voice revealing a touch of tiredness.

"I didn't stop him, my lord, I'm very sorry, I'm useless, no one is more dereliction of duty than me. Please give me another chance." Metal Armor said in a golden and iron voice.

"Take it away." The silver-haired ghost said briefly.

"yes."

The metal armor took a step forward. With a height of three meters, he held Hoffa's shoulders, hugged him off the cauldron, and then held him under his arm, and walked outside without hesitation. , while walking, chattering and saying: "Your Excellency, you can play anywhere else as you like, but if you want a new body, I advise you to wait in line honestly. After all, if you offend the witch, you will."

boom! !

Hoffa suddenly raised his hand and swiped with a heavy punch, directly smashing the pile of armor into a pile of discarded parts, scattered all over the ground, and hit the cave wall.

"How dare you touch me!"

He growled furiously.

Afterwards, he suppressed the rising emotions and returned to the silver-haired ghost.

"Aglaia. Aglaia"

Hoffa stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch the figure in front of him, "Why did you see me? Why did you not react at all when you saw me, do you even know me?"

The palm passed straight through her face, without any feeling, and it was no different from touching the air. Even so, the silver-haired ghost in front of him still turned his head sideways, looking extremely indifferent.

"I really, really miss you. I have a lot to say to you." Hoffa said very sourly.

"Keep it." The silver-haired ghost said the only thing to him: "I don't want to hear it."

"Well!????"

Hoffa's words were held in his chest forcibly, and he couldn't say a word, as if a pair of invisible hands were strangling his throat.

On the other side, the pile of metal parts scattered by him was reassembled to form a complete armored man, nothing changed.

It walked up to Hoffa with a bang, pressed its shoulder, and said righteously: "Your Excellency, why did you strike at a disagreement? Could it be that life in Helheim is not smooth enough for you to accumulate in the world?" Resentment between people, this is not right, everywhere should pay attention to a first come, first served."

"Get out! Are you annoying!?"

boom! !

Another punch.

It hit the metal armor with a bang, but this time it didn't scatter to pieces. Instead, it held Hoffa's mental body with a metal fist. It was so powerful that it couldn't make any progress. After a moment of stalemate, the metal armor slowly pressed his hand down.

"It seems that you have just died, and you don't know the rules of Helheim. There is no need for a unique, individual, or special soul here, but any irritable, fanatical, turbulent, and sharp guy will be smoothed here Edges and corners. If you don’t want to be hung on the path of thorns, I advise you, it’s best to maintain a respectful attitude towards everything here!”

After finishing speaking, it took a step forward, and two more metal arms stretched out from its back. Its four hands firmly grabbed Hoffa's shoulders, dragged him, and pulled him out of the darkness little by little. crypt, and then threw him out.

boom!

Metal armor closed the door.

The sluggish Hoffa rolled twice on the ground, looked up at the closed door, and jumped back again.

"Why are you doing this to me!! Aglaia, I will definitely take you out of here, I found a way!!!"

He yelled through the door.

There was no response from the door.

"Aglaia, why don't you speak, is there no way to say, is there any difficulty, can you hint me something!?"

There was no answer and no sound from inside the door.

"Open the door!"

"Open the door!"

Shouting and shouting, Hoffa couldn't take it anymore, grabbed his head tightly, and sat down.

This is the first time he has experienced this kind of suffocation. This feeling is simply indescribable. Although there is only one door, it is longer than the gap between life and death. This makes him feel deeply powerless.

He really wanted to yell out some idiot declarations that if you don't come out to see me, I'll die here, but then he thought that he seemed to be dead, which made him feel sad again.

What on earth is Aglaia thinking? Fifty years is too long, and she has completely forgotten it, but even if she forgets herself, she shouldn't be so cold.

The more he thought about it, the worse he felt, and there was nothing he could do about it. He had heard of women's hearts and sea needles more or less before, but he always scoffed at them, or didn't care at all. Because he doesn't care about the women passing by, what they think and do has nothing to do with him.

But when he was very concerned about it, he realized that this is really a kind of suffering. If the person he loves deeply does not love him, then no matter what he does is useless, no matter what he says is superfluous, it is best The only way is to disappear.

This cruel reality made him almost unacceptable.

Clang, clang!

Something struck a drum.

A short metal armor drilled out from the stone tower at the top of the pancreatic island.

"Hey, if you need a body, take it here."

Accompanied by the voice, on the tower.

A huge stone trough poured down.

A body of white flesh fell to the ground from a tall stone tower, covered with mucus. There were men and women among them. They were piled up on the ground, their limbs bent unconsciously, like a pile of puppet.

Afterwards, countless ghosts gathered from all directions. They wore the same clothes, and took possession of the naked clothes.

The flesh stood up from the ground, they looked at each other's brand new body, and said with a smile:

"There is a new toy, I have been waiting for a long time"

"How do you want to die?"

"How about you let me behead this time?"

"Will that be too fast? If you die too soon, you will have to wait for a long time. Why don't you cut off the limbs first?"

"You didn't say that when you cut me in half last time."

"Must be beheaded?"

What those ghosts in the underworld were saying and doing, Hoffa had no mind to care about them at all. He sat transfixed on the worm-strewn ground, letting utter confusion overwhelm him.

He had imagined tens of thousands of times what he would say to Aglaia if he could see her again, but he never expected that everything would change after he actually saw her.

She was no longer the proud and willful Ravenclaw girl she knew, she had become extremely indifferent and weird, as if there were layers of invisible hard shells surrounding her, she couldn't see her real appearance clearly, and she couldn't tell the difference real identity.

After sitting on the ground for an unknown amount of time, another transparent ghost floated over from a distance and landed beside Hoffa. It was Little Barty.

"Mr. Bach, what's wrong with you? You look desperate."

Little Batty asked very disturbedly.

Hoffa was immersed in pessimistic emotions, completely unaware of who was coming. It wasn't until the ghost called Mr. Bach several times in his ear that he came back to his senses and looked at the ghost beside him.

"Little Barty" he said in a daze, "Did she give you your previous body?"

"Yes, just after I was brought into Helheim by that gust of wind, I met that witch, and she brought me to this place."

"Did she say anything to you?"

"I didn't say anything. I saw her when I landed. Only when she gave me my body, she told me that if I want to leave here, I will wait for you at the entrance, saying that you will take me back."

"Did she tell you this herself?"

"yes."

"Have you said anything else?"

"No, I didn't say a single word."

After a pause, Barty Jr. asked anxiously, "Do you know her?"

Hoffa didn't answer. In his despair, he saw some kind of hope.

"Let's not talk about this, can we go back, Mr. Bach?" Little Barty stared at him, looking extremely worried.

"Where are you going?" Hoffa asked blankly.

"Back to the real world." Barty Jr. said anxiously, "Here. There's nothing here. No food, no taste, no touch, no smell, nothing. I feel like I'm going crazy."

Hoffa gradually recovered from the uneasiness of being left out, go back, how to go back? He didn't know, Miller told him to go back as soon as the time was up, but he was afraid that he had been trapped in Helheim for a long time, he didn't know what it was like outside, had the Triwizard Tournament started? To what extent has Grindelwald's plan been implemented?

Gradually, Hoffa calmed down. He walked back and forth on the ground with his hands behind his back, frowning in thought. Aglaia accurately found Barty Jr., and asked Barty Jr. to come find her, which showed that she hadn't forgotten herself at all. And the only thing she said to herself was-keep it, I don't want to hear it.

If she really didn't remember, she would definitely ask who she was, but she didn't ask, which meant that she not only remembered herself, but she might even know some important information, but she didn't say it for some reason.

After walking around for a long time, he stopped, feeling that he shouldn't just give up like this. He had already made it this far, and if he gave up, there was no turning back.

At this time, he suddenly thought of the big black man named Avada whom he met at the beginning. He once said that in the underworld, he can get anything as long as he is willing to play a game with Death.

"No, no, I have to find Avada."

Hoffa frowned, and said to himself, "Death must have done something to her, I want to get the answer to the question."

Hearing him talking to himself, little Barty was startled, and hurriedly stood up and held him back, "Ah! You can't go to that guy!"

"Why?" Hoffa wondered.

Little Barty looked very nervous, he looked around nervously, and said in a low voice: "These ghosts said the most during the days I was here, that in Helheim, you can do anything, The only thing that is not allowed is to have a relationship with Awada, but anyone who has anything to do with him will end up miserable in the end."

"How miserable is it?"

"I, I just heard that as long as you don't come within ten meters of that guy, you can do anything in Helheim."

"You can do anything. What is there to do here? No food, no smell, no body, no senses, nothing but bugs."

With that said, Hoffa got up and was about to leave.

"No!" Little Barty was in a hurry, and he stood up excitedly: "That's just a woman, what are you thinking, master!! Why do you lose your mind after seeing her? Although she is very beautiful, but Maybe it's a woman who died for an unknown number of years, as long as we find a way to return to the real world, what kind of woman doesn't exist!?"

silence.

Hoffa narrowed his eyes slowly, turned his head gloomily, and stared at Little Barty until he looked back and laughed.

"What did you call me just now?" He asked with unfriendly eyes.

Little Barty touched his head embarrassingly, leaned against the raised rock, and stammered, "I'm not sorry, Mr. Bach, I couldn't control myself for a while."

"Can't control it? You can call me again, I like it very much."

"Owner!!"

Little Barty called out in surprise: "Do you really like it?"

"Lord your mother's head!" Hoffa shouted angrily, making Barty shrink into a ball in fright.

He sneered to himself: "I said, it has nothing to do with you, don't always follow me. I am not Voldemort, and you are not my servant!"

After finishing speaking, he kicked little Barty away and walked straight to the elevator of the pancreatic island.

"Hey, master, bah, bah, bah, Mr. Bach, wait for me!" Little Barty hurried to catch up again, "Think again!"

"Go away," Hoffa was very irritable, and kept walking.

creak!

But at this time.

The sound of the iron gate behind him made him stop abruptly.

He turned his head like lightning, and the iron door closed by the metal armor was pushed open again at this moment, and the silver-haired ghostly girl stood in front of the corridor. He still looked strange and lifeless. Behind her, stood an oversized stone puppet.

All emotions disappeared, Hoffa rushed back in the most standard dog-licking posture, and stood in front of her. Thousands of words in his head were uncontrollably stuffed in his mouth, trying to squeeze them out one after another.

But I haven't had time to speak yet. The silver-haired ghost spoke first: "Shut up."

Hoffa shut up, thinking he hadn't said a word.

She stretched out her hand and made a gesture of uncovering the lid.

Boom boom boom.

The huge stone golem behind her opened a stone jar high up. Pour down.

Slap.

A sticky white mass fell from a height, and fell in front of Hoffa with a clatter.

Afterwards, the strange lump of white meat squirmed and deformed on the ground, elongated and hardened, and finally turned into a rabbit as big as an African elephant, with surprisingly big ears. After flicking his ears, he slowly knelt down in front of the silver-haired ghost.

The silver-haired ghost stepped onto the body of the long-eared rabbit, and said briefly: "Follow me."