"Aglaia!?Aglaia is you?"

Seeing the transparent silver back floating in mid-air, Hoffa's excited almost mixed body trembled, and he stretched out his hand and staggered forward like a drunkard.

At this moment, he seemed to see his heart more clearly, he was probably not a sane person, on the contrary, his excited chest was almost about to burst, it was unimaginable love, years-long thoughts, and the joy of achieving a long-cherished wish.

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

Yes, there is no doubt that although her body shines with transparent fluorescence and has no substance, her blue eyes, her delicate features, and her longing face are indeed his former classmates, the maidens who once pulled him back from death, and the friends who gave him life and hope.

"Ah..... Aglaia.....

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

Strangely, however, the silver-haired ghost remained completely expressionless, as if it hadn't heard it, no matter what Hofa called. She remained absolutely expressionless, stateless, just focused on stirring the crucible in front of her.

"What are you doing?"

The surging emotions shook Hoffa's spirit, and he didn't even notice the strangeness of the silver ghost, and with an almost irrepressible emotion, he climbed onto the crucible three times and two. In the crucible, boiling is a transparent unknown liquid, which is boiling and bubbling, very viscous, like glue.

"I've come for you, Aglaea. ”

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

The flying silver ghost frowned slightly, and Hoffa's nervous body immediately shook, did he say the wrong thing?

The brow is loosened.

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

A stone golem emerges from the dark crypt and holds a stone trough filled with writhing worms, numbering in the thousands.

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

The other party's unhurried, salty and unpleasant state made Hoffa's heart tremble a little, and his voice trembled a little: "Tell me... Tell me, you can say something, anything!"

The silver-haired ghost didn't look at him, let alone speak, she changed her movements, reached out and twisted it, looking very elegant. With her movements, the stone golem in the crypt also reached out, it twisted up some white substance, and sprinkled it into the transparent cauldron, and the boiling transparent liquid in the cauldron turned into a milky white liquid and calmed down.

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

Hoffa stammered, the silvery ghost's silent stance frightened him.

He could feel a raging fire burning in his heart, a fire stronger and more fragile than ever, and he could barely hold his body steady.

Still don't speak.

When the crucible was finished, the silver-haired ghost fluttered and changed positions, making a water-scooping motion, and the stone golem next to him also stood up, followed her movements, scooped out a milky white liquid from the crucible with a stone scoop, and poured it on the worm of the stone trough worm.

Suddenly, the dense insects integrated together in a regular manner, forming a white human body, emerging from the sink.

With a wave of his hand, Aglaia lifted the male body in the sink and sent him into the darkness in the distance. The top opening opened, and another swarm of bugs was poured into the sink, and Aglaia repeated the previous action, controlling the stone golem to scoop up the milky liquid from the cauldron and pour it onto the bugs.

This time, the insect glued together and turned into a female body, and with a wave of her hand, the female body was also hoisted away by the rope and sent into the endless darkness.

In this way, she repeats the movement, attentively and precisely.

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

Is she doing this kind of work in the underworld?

How many years? Fifty years .....?

He had angina.

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

He lay on the crucible, tilted his head, and forced his face to the other's neck, frightened and uneasy.

Finally, at his insistence, the other man's eyes took his eyes off the task at hand, swept over his face, and stayed on his face for about a fraction of a second, and then moved away.

What kind of eyes were there, Hoffa felt that it was incomparably calm, calm as the waters of the Dead Sea, unable to see any emotion, calm and numb, completely unaware of what she was thinking.

"What's going on... Tell me what's going on..."

Hofa's voice slowly changed from agitation to lowness, and he sat on the crucible, his face full of confusion.

Brand new human bodies emerged from the stone trough, and were hoisted away, the worms were used up, the cauldron was almost empty, and the silver-haired ghost slowly fell from mid-air to the ground, snapping its fingers again.

Bang bang bang..... The metal armor guard from earlier slammed in from outside the cavern.

"Who told you to bring in the idlers? ”

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

"I didn't stop him, my lord, I'm very sorry, it's me who is useless, no one is more derelict than me. Please give me another chance. The metal armor said in a voice of gold and iron.

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

"Yes. ”

The metal armor took a step forward, and his height of three meters allowed him to hold down Hoffa's shoulder, and hugged him off the crucible, and then clamped him under his armpit, and walked outside without the slightest hesitation, chattering as he went: "Your Excellency, it's up to you to play anywhere else, but if you want a new body, it's better to line up honestly, after all, if you offend the witch, it will be ......."

Bang!!

Hoffa suddenly raised his hand and swept with a heavy fist, directly breaking the pile of armor into a pile of discarded parts, which were scattered on the ground with a clang, and crashed into the stone wall of the cave.

"How dare you touch me!"

He roared in anger.

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

"Aglaia... Aglaia..."

Horfa trembled and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the figure in front of him, "How did you see me... Why don't you react at all when you see me, do you still recognize me!"

The palm of his hand passed through the hole of her face, feeling nothing, no different from touching the air, and even so, the silver-haired ghost in front of her turned his head sideways, looking extremely cold.

"I really, really miss you. I have a lot to say to you. ”

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

"Uh....????"

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

On the other side, the pile of metal parts that he had broken up was put back together into a complete armored man, and nothing changed.

It walked up to Hoffa, pressed its shoulder, and said righteously: "Your Excellency, why did you do it without saying a word, is it not right that Helheim's life can not smooth out the grievances you have accumulated in the mortal world, this is not right, everywhere you have to pay attention to a first-come, first-served ......."

"!?"

Bang!!

Another punch.

Bang hit the metal armor, but this time it didn't fall apart, but used a metal fist to hold Huo Fa's spirit body, the power was very great, and he couldn't even move an inch, and after the two stalemate for a while, the metal armor slowly pressed his hand down.

"It seems that you have just died and do not know the rules of Helheim, there is no need for unique, individual, special souls here, but all the irascible, fanatical, turbulent, sharp guys will be smoothed out here. If you don't want to be hung on the path of thorns, I advise you to be respectful of everything here!"

With that, it stepped forward, and two more metal arms reached out from its back, and its four hands firmly grabbed Hoffa's shoulders, dragging him and pulling him out of the dark crypt little by little, and then threw him out.

Bang!

Metal armor closed the door.

Sluggish as a wood, Hoffa rolled twice on the ground, looked up at the closed door, and pounced again.

"Why are you doing this to me!!Aglaia, I'm going to get you out of here, I've found a way!!"

He shouted through the door.

There was no reaction inside the door.

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

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

"Open the door!"

"Open the door!"

......

Shouting and shouting, he couldn't stand it anymore, grabbed his head and sat down.

This was the first time Hoffa had eaten this kind of suffocation, and the feeling was indescribable, even though it was only separated by a door, it was longer than the separation between life and death, which made him feel deeply powerless.

He wanted to shout something stupid proclamation that if you don't come out to see me, I'll die here, but the thought that he seemed to be dead couldn't help but make him sad again.

What the hell is Aglaia thinking, is it that 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 more unpleasant it became, and there was nothing he could do about it. In the past, he had more or less heard the words "women's hearts" and "needles under the sea", but he always scoffed at them, or didn't care at all. Because he doesn't care about the women who pass by, what they are thinking and doing has nothing to do with him.

But when he really cared about it very much, he realized that this was really a kind of torment, if the person he loved deeply did not love him, then no matter what he did, it was useless, no matter what he said, it was superfluous, and the best way was to disappear.

The harsh reality was almost hard for him to accept.

Bang Bang Bang!

Something rang the gong.

A short piece of metal armor emerges from the stone tower high above the pancreatic island.

"Hey, if you need a body, come here to get it. ”

With the sound of talking, on the tower.

A huge stone trough toppled down.

A white body crackled from the high stone tower and fell to the ground, covered in slime, both male and female, piled on the ground, limbs unconsciously bent like a pile of dolls stacked on top of each other.

Then, countless ghosts gathered from all directions. They were dressed as if they were all dressed in the same way, and they all took possession of the naked garment.

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

"There's a new toy again, I've been waiting for a long time....."

"How do you want to die?"

"Why don't you let me cut off my head this time?"

"Won't that be too fast, and if you die too quickly, you'll have to wait a long time, or you might as well chop off your limbs first. ”

"I didn't say that last time you cut me in half. ”

"Must be beheaded?"

"Then I'll go to you before cutting off your head, you're in good health this time. ”

"You line up, there are fifty more in front of you. ”

"And what if you get broken?"

"Next time, then. ”

......

......

What those ghosts of the underworld are talking about and doing, Hoffa has no mind to care at all. He sat on the worm-strewn floor, letting his utter confusion overwhelm him.

He fantasized about what he would say to Aglaia tens of thousands of times if he could see her again, but he didn't expect that after seeing her, he found that everything had changed.

She was no longer the proud and willful Ravenclaw girl she knew, she had become extremely cold and weird, as if there were layers of invisible hard shells that wrapped her in pieces, and she couldn't see her true appearance or distinguish her true identity.

I don't know how long I sat on the ground, but another transparent ghost floated over from a distance and landed next to Hoffa, it was little Barty.

"What's wrong with you, Mr. Bach? ”

Barty Jr. asked uneasily.

Hoffa was so pessimistic that he had no idea who was coming. It wasn't until the ghost shouted in his ear a few times 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 body before?"

"Yes, I had just been brought into Helheim by that gust of wind, and I met the witch, and it was she who brought me to this place. ”

"Did she tell you anything?"

"I didn't say anything, I saw her when I landed, and only when I was given my body did she tell me that if I wanted to leave here, I would wait for you at the entrance, saying that you would take me back. ”

"She told you herself?"

"Yes. ”

"Did you say anything else?"

"No, not a word more. ”

After a pause, Barty Jr. asked uneasily.

"You know her?"

Hoffa didn't answer, and in his desperation, he saw some kind of hope.

"Don't talk about that, can we go back, Mr. Bach?" said little Barty staring at him, looking worried.

"Where are you going?" asked Hoffa, dumbfounded.

"Back to the real world....." Barty said anxiously, "here... There is nothing here. No food, no taste, no touch, no smell, nothing, I felt like I was going crazy. ”

Hoffa gradually recovered from the anxiety of being left out, 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, did the Triwizard Tournament begin?

Gradually, Hoffa calmed down. He walked around on the ground with his hands behind his back, frowning and pondering, and Aglaia found little Barty precisely and asked little Barty to come to him, showing that she had not 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 means that she not only remembered herself, but might even know some important information, but for some reason she didn't say it.

After turning for a long time, he stopped, feeling that he shouldn't just give up, he had already done this step, and there was no turning back if he gave up.

At this time, he suddenly thought of the big black man named Arvada who he met at the beginning, and he had said that in the underworld, he could get anything, as long as he was willing to play a game with the god of death.

"No, no, I have to go to Arvada......"

Hoffa frowned and said to himself, "It must be the Grim Reaper who did something to her, I want to get the answer to my question......"

Hearing him talk to himself, little Barty was startled, and hurriedly got up and grabbed him, "Ahhh

"Why?" Hofa was puzzled.

Little Barty was very nervous, he looked around nervously, and whispered: "In the days I've been here, what I have heard most from those ghosts is that in Helheim, you can do anything, the only thing you can't do is to have something to do with Avada, but anyone who has anything to do with him will end up miserable." ”

"How miserable?"

"I... I've only heard that as long as you don't get within ten meters of that guy, you can do anything in Helheim. ”

"Anything, what's there to do here? no food, no smell, no flesh, no senses, nothing but bugs. ”

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

"No!" Little Barty was in a hurry, he stood up excitedly: "That's just a woman, what are you thinking, master!!, why are you so ghostly after seeing her, although she is very beautiful, maybe she is a woman who has been dead for I don't know how many years, as long as we find a way to go back to the real world, what kind of woman doesn't!?"

Quiescence.

Hoffa slowly narrowed his eyes, turned his head grimly, and stared at little Barty until he looked back and smiled.

"What did you just call me?" he asked, with an unkind look.

Little Barty rubbed his head, leaned against the raised rock, and stammered, "No... I'm sorry, Mr. Bach, but I... I'm momentary... I didn't control it for a while. ”

"Not controlled?"

Huo Fawu sneered to himself: "I said, it doesn't matter to you how I am, don't always follow me." I'm not Voldemort, and you're not my servant. ”

With that, he pushed Barty Jr. away with one palm and walked straight to the elevator of the pancreatic island.

"Oh, Lord... Bah, Mr. Bach, you wait for me!" Barty Jr. hurriedly chased after him, "think again!"

"Get out of here," Hoffa was agitated, and his footsteps didn't stop.

Squeak!

But at this time.

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

He turned his head like lightning, and the iron door that had been closed by metal armor was pushed open again, and the silver-haired ghost girl stood in front of the corridor. It's still a strange and lifeless look. Behind her, an oversized stone golem stood.

All emotions vanished, and Hoffa rushed back in the most standard dog-licking posture and stood in front of her. The thousand words in my head were uncontrollably blocked in my mouth, and I wanted to squeeze them out.

But he didn't have time to speak. The silver-haired ghost was the first to speak: "Shut up. ”

Hoffa shut up.

I saw her stretch out her hand and make a gesture to lift the lid.

Boom boom.

The huge stone golem behind her opened a stone jar from a high place. Fall down.

Smack.

A slimy white mass fell from the height and landed in front of Hoffa with a thud.

Then, the strange mass of white flesh wriggled and deformed on the ground, elongated and hardened, and finally turned into a rabbit the size of an African elephant, and its ears were surprisingly large.

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