397 Chapter 51, Endless Torture

Seeing Miller suddenly go crazy, Hoffa was so angry that he almost exploded! He rushed forward and covered Miller's mouth, and shouted: "Are you sick again? Seeing that I'm unhappy, you care about me! You care about me! You care about me!"

"Drilled, you have a thick skin." Miller said calmly: "Anyway, you won't die, so let's get something new."

Almost in the blink of an eye, a green light flashed, and the man in green landed directly in the air and appeared behind Hoffa. He hooked Hoffa's shoulder and said in admiration: "You are so brave, why did you just choose endless hell? ? I won't let you down."

Hoffa looked at Miller, his chest heaving violently.

"Let's suffer together."

Miller said to Hoffa with a smile.

As soon as the words fell, he was thrown up high, and a heavy fist suddenly stretched out from the ground, hitting Miller with one punch. He twisted his lower limbs and vomited blood.

Hoffa stared at the scene dumbfounded.

The man in green said next to him: "I have heard that some people are born perverted and like to endure inhuman torture. Is your female partner that kind of person? But I am curious, how can your spirits stay together here? how long?"

Hoffa clenched his fists and tried to use Ghost Walk again to escape with Miller. But just as he had this thought, a huge mental shock came from behind, his brain shook violently, and he could no longer feel any trace of magic power for a while.

"Although I don't know how you escaped last time, my spirit will not be blinded twice. This time, you can enjoy it." The man in green said.

He raised his hand and threw Hoffa into the air, and he flew to Miller and Hoffa's side, pressed their heads, and touched them hard. Then, he punched Hoffa and Miller twice in a row, and they hit the ground like meteors, making two big craters in the ground.

Then, a meteor-like fist fell, hitting Hoffa with no room for resistance at all. Under the control of the mental force field of fear, he could no longer perceive the existence of magic power. Soon, together with Miller, he was pressed into the pit and beaten into two lumps of rotten flesh.

However, his consciousness has not died. Hoffa believes that this is a false world. He wants to leave this world, destroy Sylby's source of income, destroy his plan, and finally return to fifty years later.

And under the effect of this thought, the pile of rotten meat kept wriggling and turned back into a human form.

Hoffa, who regained his human form, opened his eyes and found himself lying in the pit with a wriggling lump of flesh and blood beside him. An unrecognizable head.

Unexpectedly, after experiencing such a terrible torture, Miller is also recovering. Not only that, but there is a happy smile on his unrecognizable face: "Oh, my poor brother-in-law, look at what we look like now. You Do you have any regrets in your heart?"

He said inarticulately.

"Devil you are the devil," Hoffa said.

Miller: "Hasn't your mind changed a bit until now?"

"I don't understand, I really don't understand why the people closest to me keep blocking me." Hoffa said sadly.

Whoosh whoosh! !

Countless arrows flew towards them.

Directly shot the newly formed Miller and Hoffa into two porcupines. Holding a bow and arrow, the man in green slowly descended from the sky and landed in front of the two porcupines. He bent down and asked curiously, "Are you still chatting? Do you think I'm air?"

"You are not very good at torturing people." Miller, who was tied into a porcupine, said seriously: "If I were you, I would definitely not be so fast. I can't even feel the pain and I will be numb."

Hoffa was almost insane.

The man in green stood up, shook his head and laughed.

"I have maintained this world for hundreds of years, and this is the first time I have heard such a request. But what you said is very reasonable. From the two of you, I can indeed learn a lot of new knowledge."

He stood up, left the big pit, stepped back to the middle of the street, opened his arms, and shouted: "Friends, come and take a look. Look at all the evils in this world, and look at the ones that destroy the harmonious world." The culprit, come and see the pinnacle of this penal art performance! Let them add a different kind of fun to our sweet daily life!"

The citizens of those Genoese cities put down their work, the artist put down his strings, the tourists no longer admired the scenery, and the lovers no longer loved each other. They surrounded Miller and Hoffa in the pit from all directions at the same time.

The arrows were pulled out one by one, and the stakes were knocked down one by one. Hoffa and Miller were tied to stakes and stripped of their clothes.

Dense crowds of citizens stood in front of the stakes, their eyes burning with mad flames, and they slowly took out all kinds of knives from their waists.

"Enjoy, the release of the darkness in the heart, enjoy, the touch of the blade across the skin, enjoy, the fullness of blood gushing, enjoy, the melodious wailing, enjoy, the pain of the same kind of crazy trembling, and, that built on Beyond pain, there is supreme happiness."

Amid the high-pitched singing of the man in green, a sharp knife slashed across Hoffa's skin thinly. Hoffa couldn't help screaming, thinking of what he was going to experience afterwards, he trembled with fear.

Then, one after another, one after another. Hoffa couldn't help screaming and struggling.

Struggling frantically, he saw Miller who was also being stalked non-stop, and the face of Miller who was being slapped was distorted in pain, but his eyes never left Hoffa. Hoffa hardly dared to look directly into that fiery gaze.

This guy didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, what was he thinking. I would rather suffer this huge torture than make myself feel better.

"Is this what you want to see?"

Hoffa said ferociously, "Would you be happy to see us being cut repeatedly and yourself being tortured like this?"

"Painful but happy" Miller said through gritted teeth, his mouth was as hard as iron.

"You've gone crazy"

"I'm not crazy. Hoffa, maybe. You think I'm crazy, but I know what I'm doing the whole time," Miller said.

Hoffa closed his eyes.

Why didn't he know what he was doing, this was the existence that helped him maintain his spirit under such torture. It's just that he really didn't know that Miller's belief was so decisive, and such torture couldn't shake him at all.

Time slowed down almost to the limit as the blades passed by. This inhuman and terrifying torture lasted for a full three days. Hoffa and Miller were completely dismantled into two piles of broken bones and rotten flesh.

But because of the immortal spirit, it didn't take long before the two piles of minced meat kept wriggling, and slowly wriggled back into human form.

After being reminded by Miller, the man in green became more and more experienced in torture. Every time they waited until their bodies were about to recover, they started a new round of torture, so that Hoffa and Miller would not be completely numb. make his work useless.

Within three days, Hoffa and Miller were hacked to death countless times by the crazy citizens of Genoa and the men in green.

When the third day came, Hoffa was finally exhausted. He looked at Miller with blood and blood and said with difficulty: "Get out of here with me. If you really want to talk, I want to be by the warm fire. Talk to you. I will make you a cup of tea. If you want to torture me, please do it yourself. This kind of long-term torture by irrelevant people is enough, really enough"

Miller also looked at Hoffa bloody and bloody, and asked hoarsely, "Then how do we get out of here?"

(Puff, puff, cut off the flesh and blood)

"He can torture us like this. There is only one reason, and that is that his spiritual power is much higher than ours. This is his domain. We can't escape, we can't see the truth, and we can't even use magic.

But. But Miller, New York. That monster has already proved to us that this kind of thing can indeed fuse the spiritual power of many people, but... that kind of spirit is complex and chaotic. Only instinctive actions. Definitely. Definitely It's the heir of Slytherin guarding it who controls it, it...it...behaves so uncharacteristically cruel."

Hoffa stammered in the chaos of knives.

"These...I have long...knowledge, please don't waste time with me." Miller seemed to be enduring to the limit, and said stumblingly.

Hoffa: "You think... Riddle's spirit is not higher than me. Not even higher than you, he just...just reached the pinnacle of black magic and black magic, but why can he torture us like this?"

Miller: "It must be that he has integrated the spirit body that created the illusion."

"Yes."

"So what. So what. We know but still no match for him. Can't even fight back"

"We can't do it alone, Miller."

Hoffa's voice was getting lower and lower: "We...none of us can do it, but obviously...in this space...spirits can be integrated.

You and I are both Ravenclaws. You and I have known each other since we were eleven years old. You and I have experienced countless adventures. As long as we fuse with each other, the spiritual body we are born with must, must, must. Can surpass this monster in front of us, this one magic city"

On the stake, the bloody Miller was slightly taken aback. He looked at Hoffa, his eyes lit up little by little, as if he had forgotten the flying blades on his body.

"Then... how do you want to merge with me?"

Miller asked puzzled.

Hoffa thought for a moment, and an answer emerged.

"Let's take Legilimency," he said.

"You want me to use Legilimency on you." Miller asked incredulously.

"Yes, I will also use the Legilimency Curse on you, but I am not good at magic spells, so I may not be able to succeed."

Miller was lost in thought.

Hoffa couldn't bear the pain anymore. This feeling was like suffocation. It was bearable when walking on the road, but it became more unbearable when it reached the end.

"All right, Miller?" he asked impatiently.

"Are you sure you want to exchange emotions and memories with me"

Miller was still a little uncertain, he looked at Hoffa, hesitant.

"I'm sure." Hoffa said bluntly.

"But. I have a lot of things"

Miller lowered his head and whispered, "I don't want to show you."

"I can't take it. Damn Miller, don't I have privacy and secrets?" Hoffa said, "Come on, come on. That's the only way we can leave"

Miller finally raised his head again and asked seriously: "Are you sure you really want to merge with me?"

"How many times have I said it, I'm sure. Sure and sure."

"Are you sure you won't hate me after seeing my heart?" Miller asked weakly.

"I..." Hoffa was taken aback. He looked into Miller's eyes and thought of Miranda again. He shook his head and said softly, "No, I never hate you, never."

"Then you don't need to be so troublesome with the Legilimency Curse."

During the repeated delays, Miller suddenly stretched out his bloody hand and held the other bloody hand on the wooden post. After interlocking his fingers, he recited the spell: "Taboo. Blending of spirit and spirit."

Hoffa's eyes were darkened by Ling Chi, and all the pain left him at this moment. He seems to have embarked on a strange journey. During the trip, he saw the boy pushing the door outside the carriage. He saw the boy who got lost in the school. He saw the boy impulsively on the tower. The guy who didn't know how to live or die. Didn't he know how dark he was approaching?

In a blink of an eye, he saw the boy who was cleaning tables in a broken bar. Oh, it's a pity that he has grown taller but is still so poor. Let him live with me. Then he saw the giant shield spell The figure in the middle. Seeing the rapidly graying hair is really a yearning guy. I hate this kind of person the most. But, what should I do to make him suffer? Forget it, let’s feed him with Aya first. Medicine, that medicine looks bitter enough

Is this Miller's perspective?

No, Hoffa thought, no, this is my perspective.

The picture is stretched rapidly like a projector.

Soon, he saw the boy who sat silently in the carriage on the train again. He was taller, but he looked very tired, really tired. I had never seen such a tired person. What happened? Made him so tired? Forget it, just rest and rest, he will definitely be fine, after all he has done so many amazing things, so what is this exhaustion nothing.

After the picture was extended again, he stood alone under the pumpkin head, looking at the men and women running past him. The two people around him who spent Halloween with him have disappeared. Time is so fast, the times are so cruel, and fate is so impermanent. How is that guy doing out there? Forget it, let him go, just a former playmate, not that important. He threw the newspaper that he had read many times into the fireplace, and watched the photos on the newspaper be swallowed by the flames, and finally turned into fly ash.

The fast-moving images seem to become slow and clear at a certain point in time, and the black, white and gray tones become bright and colorful at a certain time period. He was pleasantly surprised to see the sleeping teenager lying on a park bench with the homeless man. He seemed to have lost weight, but he seemed to have become more handsome, my God? How did this guy suddenly become handsome? It's incredible.

A small motorcycle passed by on the street, and suddenly someone hugged his waist behind him. The picture at this moment was slowed down to the extreme, as if it had been repeatedly read and wiped by the owner of the memory.

Hoffa no longer remembered who he was, he just felt a strange sweetness melt in his heart, and he saw the girl in the steaming bathtub at night, uncontrollably and gently stretching her hands between her legs.

It's a pity that the sweet moment is fleeting, no matter how much the owner of the memory cares, the picture quickly flows to the snow field, someone gently kisses him on the head, that kiss is so helpless and sad.

Afterwards, the perspective screen was once again blocked by darkness. This time, holding a torch, he came to the closed taboo library alone, wrapped in a thick curse, in the beating of weak flames. In the coercion of great darkness. He saw an old man sitting on the edge of a tree withering slowly.

He heard Miranda cry softly, "Hoffa."

At this point, Hoffa's consciousness completely disappeared, along with Miller's consciousness.

On the wooden stake, two bodies covered in Ling Chi's bloody flesh held hands and stopped moving. Their bodies no longer wriggled and recovered, and their eyes fell into a void and dead silence. Only drops of blood slowly dripped from their bodies, dyeing the ground under the stake red.

Around the stake, the crazy citizens continued to cut the flesh of the two people with knives, but no matter how they cut, the two flesh bodies no longer gave any feedback.

Sensing the disappearance of the spirit of the two, on the side of the brightly colored street, the man in beach pants put down the coffee cup in his hand, sat up from the bamboo and rattan chair, stretched his waist comfortably, and said, "I thought it was too late. You have the ability, but you can't hold on for three days? Hehe, you are overconfident."

After finishing speaking, he strolled leisurely to the side of the stake, clapped his hands, and said, "Go back, go back. The dark party is over, go on and enjoy your life under the sun."

The madness in the eyes of the citizens gradually disappeared. Looking at the two bloody figures on the stake, they screamed involuntarily and fled in all directions.

"Posting."

The man in green snorted coldly.

With a wave of his hand, the two bloody men fell into the pit and were buried by countless rubble.

After restoring the elegance and orderliness of the street, the man in green clapped his hands and was about to turn around and leave.

But after taking two steps, he felt something was wrong, turned around and stared at the street where the body was buried, his face changed slightly. An undetectable abnormal fluctuation came from under the street.

"Hidden spirits linger."

he murmured, then raised his arms.

The arm turned into a wriggling giant snake in an instant. The giant snake's huge body jumped high, and then opened its mouth and bit into the ground. With a cracking sound, the ground was bitten to pieces.

The giant snake squirmed slowly, and the man in green took a step back, his expression changed dramatically.

The snake's mouth bit something, and it couldn't close anymore.

With a roar, he dragged out the head of the giant snake that was buried on the ground, and saw a strange young man sitting in the snake's mouth. He raised a finger to withstand the sharp teeth of the giant snake.

The young man has golden eyes, shoulder-length black chestnut hair, the lines on his face are very beautiful and soft, but his lips are extremely sharp. From the bottom of his neck, there is a strange violet tattoo, which is like a vine. The young man's bare skin made him exude an inexplicable evil nature.