320 Chapter 42, the Loser

The silver-haired ghost jumped up, floated onto the jackrabbit's head, and sat down.

"follow me."

She patted the long-eared rabbit on the head, and her tone was unrefutable, and there was no room for people to refuse.

Hoffa was overjoyed, happiness came too suddenly, and life's ups and downs are nothing more than that. Sure enough, she still remembered herself, otherwise how could she let herself sit beside her, she must have been too busy just now, so she didn't have time to pay attention to herself.

He quickly climbed onto the jackrabbit's body, ran to her and sat down. The jackrabbit has a large body, but it feels hollow when sitting on it.

Little Barty looked a little annoyed. He stood below and stared at the smiling Hoffa, and at the cold silver-haired ghost. After thinking about it, he floated up and sat next to the two of them.

After the three of them sat down firmly, the rabbit's ears suddenly grew very big, and it flew upwards lightly, like a bird.

"Is this the magic you learned in the underworld? It's amazing."

Hoffa immediately gasped in admiration, "Can you teach me in the future?"

As soon as he sat on the rabbit's back, he flattered, but the silver-haired ghost put his hands on his knees and was completely unmoved.

Aglaia didn't speak, and she didn't talk to herself. Hoffa looked at the jackrabbit under him, and after racking his brains, he came up with a plan: "By the way, I have a joke about rabbits, do you want to hear it?"

The silver-haired ghost still didn't speak, and the long-eared rabbit flapped its ears all the way up, passing through the organs of the dark and dark giant's belly.

Hoffa, who was ignored, scratched his head in embarrassment, but at this moment, Batty, who was sitting behind him, came to help him: "The joke about the rabbit, what is that?"

"ha!"

Hoffa was so grateful that he was about to cry. For the first time, he found that little Barty was cute.

He said happily: "Once upon a time, three little white rabbits picked a mushroom, and the older one asked the younger one to get some wild vegetables to eat together. The little rabbit said: "I won't go. If I go, you'll eat my mushrooms. "

The two older ones said, "No, don't worry."

So the little white rabbit went. Half a year has passed, and the little white rabbit has not come back. The big one said: "It won't come back, let's eat it."

The other older one said, "Wait a little longer."

A year has passed, and the little white rabbit has not come back. Two big discussions: "No need to wait, let's eat." At this moment, the little white rabbit suddenly jumped out of the nearby jungle and said angrily: "Look! I knew you wanted to eat my food." mushroom!"

"Hahahahaha!"

After finishing speaking, Hoffa himself burst out laughing. Little Barty also followed behind Hoffa, forcing an awkward smile.

"a ha ha ha"

"Ah ha ha."

"Aha."

"ah"

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But laughing and laughing, both of them fell silent. Because the silver-haired ghost still didn't move, his eyes didn't move, his expression didn't move, his posture didn't move, as if he had been petrified.

What the hell was I talking about just now! !

An invisible cold wind blew from the feet to the top of the head, Hoffa buried his face in the palm of his hand, wishing to find a crack in the ground with remorse in his heart. He has no face at the moment, if he had a face, he would probably be blushing almost to the point of bleeding.

Little Barty stuck to Hoffa's ear and said in a low voice: "I've been in Helheim for the past few days, and every day I see people coming to flatter her, wanting to ask for a body, and their shots are much louder than yours. gone."

"How did they film it?"

Hoffa's face turned green, and his heart was trembling.

"They would kneel, kiss the ground in front of her, read her carefully choreographed poems, and some would even place a statue of her on a shrine to worship day and night."

"So that's the case, no wonder!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth: "How did she react?"

"It seems that it is almost the same as now, but the attitude towards you is a little gentler."

Hoffa was almost so angry that his head was smoking. He thought of those hand punchers, dirt eaters, and crazy fights with each other. Could it be that he was not as good as some ordinary ghosts in the underworld in Aglaia's eyes?

No, it's impossible!

Or is it that your attitude is not good enough?

Why don't you kneel down and try it yourself?

Under the urging of some panic, a devilish idea rose in his mind, and as soon as this idea appeared, he galloped wildly in his mind like a wild horse.

In the end, he stood up tremblingly on the jackrabbit, thinking that he had chased him to the underworld, so what was that bit of dignity worth?

If only she could watch herself smile, like she used to do.

"do not move."

As soon as his butt was raised by one centimeter, the silver-haired ghost said coldly.

The idea was seen through before it was implemented, and Hoffa sat down very annoyed, thinking that he really saw a ghost, he was seen through without doing anything. But on second thought, he became happy again. Before he took off his pants, the other party knew that he wanted to fart. This must be a manifestation of the tacit understanding. He fantasized happily, secretly looking at the familiar profile, and the more he looked at it, the more he fell in love with him.

The jackrabbit flew up all the way, very fast. However, the way we walked was not the same as when we came down. On the way here, Hoffa had seen many giant organs and strange buildings, but this area seemed quite empty. Jackrabbits had been flying for a long time, but they couldn’t see them. Something, even the sun and moon on the top, was covered by a thick fog.

The jackrabbit didn't stop until it reached the position of the giant's head. It hovered on an empty and lonely air platform in the dense fog. On the platform, there was only a small place to stand, and other places were full of very sharp steel thorns.

Some of those thorns are more than ten meters high, pointing straight to the sky like a sharp sword, while others are only the size of a sewing needle, but densely spread all over the ground, stained with rusty blood stains, it looks a little creepy.

The long-eared rabbit is too big to land on the thorns. The silver-haired ghost jumped down first, Hoffa hurriedly followed behind her, and Little Barty followed behind Hoffa.

The platform is very small, and there are fewer places to stay. Above the only place to stay, there is a narrow and long path, which leads all the way up to a high place in the mist, and the end cannot be seen at a glance. There are iron thorns, large or small, on both sides of the road.

"Where is this?"

Hoffa seized the opportunity to get close to Aglaia, and he felt that the other party would definitely answer him this question.

"The Way of Thorns."

Sure enough, the silver-haired ghost said concisely.

"Where is the Way of Thorns?" Hoffa then asked, pretending to be really curious.

Aglea said curtly, "Go."

Saying that, she floated up the steps covered with thorns.

Hoffa followed her, complaining secretly in his heart, would he die if he said a few more words? He still remembered that this guy was notoriously talkative fifty years ago.

Rumble.

Not far away, the ground vibrated slightly, and then the vibration became more and more severe.

A huge boulder tumbled down from the high steps. The momentum is huge and the speed is extremely fast.

Hoffa and Barty Jr. were taken aback by the rolling boulder, and quickly hid beside the road. Aglaia seemed quite calm. She moved three steps to the left, and the stone rubbed against her face. The tip of the nose rolled over, looking very dangerous.

boom! !

The boulder slammed into a huge iron thorn at the bottom of the stone platform and stopped.

"What kind of trap is this?"

Little Barty asked with lingering fear.

"It does not seem."

Hoffa said that he saw a figure running down the steps with firm but heavy steps, and soon passed them by without looking sideways.

Unlike the translucent ghost, it was a man with bronzed skin. He was two meters tall and wore no clothes, only a loincloth. He quickly walked to the rolling boulder, which was five meters in diameter and more than twice his height.

I saw the bronze-colored muscular man standing in front of the boulder, lifting the heavy boulder with great difficulty, pushing it up with great difficulty, moving the stone little by little, and pushing it to the height of the Path of Thorns.

The stone rolled slowly on the stone steps, every muscle of the man under the stone was trembling, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. Due to the tremendous pressure on his feet, there were cracks one after another on the road full of thorns, and the bones were deep, and the flesh and blood were bloody, making people unable to bear to look directly at them.

Aglea introduced himself to Hoffa: "This is Sisyphus. He once kidnapped the God of Death because of blasphemy, so that there is no death in the world. Finally, after the God of Death escaped from the trap, in order to punish him, he asked him to take a piece of The boulder is pushed up to the top of the mountain, and because the boulder is too heavy, it rolls down the mountain before reaching the top of the mountain, and all previous efforts are wasted. So he repeated this work again and again, year after year, without end."

This was the first time that Aglaia talked so much with Hoffa, but the excitement on Hoffa's face gradually disappeared and became serious.

After introducing the person who pushed the stone, Aglaia continued to take the two of them up the path of thorns.

It didn't take long for them to come to a fork in the road, which continued to extend upwards on one side, and led to a floating cliff on the other side.

There were mournful wailing and screams from the cliff.

Hoffa saw a man hanging from a cliff, his limbs tied to stone pillars, intestines and viscera dragged from the torn chest cavity and drained to the ground. There was a strong smell of blood in the air. And in the mid-air in front of him, there were more than a dozen red-eyed vultures flying. Those vultures stretched out their bare necks, constantly pecking at the man's intestines and heart.

The man whose heart and liver were constantly being pecked at by the vultures screamed, his eyes shed blood and tears because of the severe pain.

While the vultures were pecking at his heart and liver, his heart and liver grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he couldn't finish eating them.

"Prometheus."

Aglaia looked at the man, and said lightly: "The saint who stole the fire, because he gave the flames to humans, making them the spirits of all things, was hanged by the god of death on the cliff of the Thorn Road in Helheim after death, The heart and liver are eaten by eagles day and night, and after each day it is eaten, and it grows again at night, and this cycle repeats forever."

Hoffa said nothing, and Barty Jr. shuddered. The wailing man looked so miserable that even the most cold-blooded person couldn't help but turn his head away.

But Aglaia didn't have the slightest sympathy. After taking Hoffa to watch Prometheus, she continued to float upwards.

Along the way, they saw all kinds of prisoners, some of them were locked in a ring cage, running non-stop, but they could never stop. Some were hung on the stake and burned continuously, but they could not be burned into coke. There are dominoes that keep building, but are always pushed at the last second before they are reached.

wait wait wait.

Finally, they came to the top of this thorny road.

On the top floor is an extremely huge dome, which is the skull of a giant, and on the dome, there is a circular opening with a diameter of about ten meters.

The ring opening is about three meters high from the highest step of the Path of Thorns.

Outside the opening of the ring, there is a piece of vibrant green. In stark contrast to the darkness and cruelty of Helheim, Hoffa could hear the singing of birds and the fragrance of flowers coming from the opening of the ring even tens of meters away.

"This is."

"That's the exit of Helheim. Wherever you go out, you can return to the real world, the world of living people." Aglea said indifferently.

"What!?"

Hoffa was shocked. He didn't expect Aglaia to bring himself to the exit. He raised his legs and ran towards the exit of the circle, but was caught by a transparent knot ten meters away from the circle. Boundary blocked the way. There were water ripples on the transparent barrier, no matter how he pushed it, he couldn't push it away.

Only then did he realize that it was inside the transparent barrier.

On the top floor of the Way of Thorns, under the exit of the circle, there is a lonely figure.

It was an old man in ragged clothes. He was standing under the exit of the ring, jumping and jumping non-stop, like a frog. He looked at the exit that was close at hand, and his face was full of madness. desire.

Every time he jumps, he can jump to a position very close to the exit, but it is just a little bit, making him unable to reach the exit.

"That is. Who is that?"

Hoffa asked Aglaia in a trembling voice.

Aglea: "He is Cadmus Peverell, the ancestor of Salazar Slytherin, the man who developed the technique of resurrection. As punishment, God of Death threw him in the Thorn Way of Helheim Let him look at the exit of Helheim without any shackles. The exit is 3.0001 meters from the ground, but Peverell can only jump to a height of three meters at most, so he can only jump Looking at the exit, he kept jumping day and night, looking forward to the day when he could break through the limit. However, tens of thousands of years have passed, and he has not been able to jump out."

Even in the face of such a sensational scene, Aglaia's voice still did not fluctuate, as calm as if he was reciting a script, without any emotion at all.

Hoffa stood outside the barrier blankly, looked at the man who was jumping leapfrog at the top, and took a deep breath. Only then did he realize the extreme terror flowing under the endless emptiness of the mysterious death realm.

"By the way, I haven't told you yet."

Aglaia's cold and cruel voice came from his ears again: "Everyone on this road of thorns has played games with the god of death, and they all failed."