Seeing little Barty squatting among the two plants, Hoffa was stunned.

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

"Ba... Belch... Mr. He, "

Little Barty rubbed his hands together and laughed, "We... Belch... We meet again. ”

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

"Can you speak??"

Hoffa reached out and waved in front of Barty Jr.'s face, trying to confirm his mental state. This guy was lying in Sparkle's arms a few days ago, talking crazy.

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

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

"I... Sort of. Hoffa thought about it and pretended to agree. There is no harm in denying the manifest part and admitting it.

"Hiccup..... You're so nice, no one has ever treated me so well!"

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

He squatted on the ground and wiped his tears, crying inexplicably.

"Can you walk across the bridge of the past in Helheim?" said Hoffa, looking at him, and the fox asked, he didn't think that with little Barty's mental strength, he could carry the cruel cold wind of the bridge of the past.

"What bridges of the past..... Hiccup......"

Little Barty raised his head with tears on his face: "As soon as I woke up, I was brought here, and that person asked me to wait for you here, but it's a pity... Belch... I drank too much. ”

"So you smashed the stones?"

Hoffa held up the stone in his hand.

"Yes, it's me, I'm sorry Mr. Bach, it's okay to drink too much, it's not accurate. Drunken little Barty said.

Hoffa threw the pebbles and kicked away a couple of bottles at Barty's feet, "Who told you to wait for me here?"

"I, I don't know. I haven't seen it a few times......"

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

Yes, his entire face suddenly fell and melted to the ground like molten wax, turning into a dense pile of worms that startled Hoffa.

He stared dumbfounded at little Barty, who was half on top of his head, and at his detached face, countless worms wriggled like needles and threads on a rag doll, revealing the transparent soul body behind it.

At the bazaar, a ghost lying behind a liquor shop scolded, "Don't disintegrate with me, don't think there are enough bugs here?"

As he spoke, the ghost of the liquor store flew into the store and got into a broom, and the broom came to life and swept up on the ground, and when he passed by little Barty, the broom hit him in the leg hard: "Go back to the lower floor!"

Little Barty's body was like a broken sack, and after being hit by a broomstick, a hole was cracked in his leg, and several worms fell out of it, making Hofa's scalp tingle.

"The time has come again, and the wine is no longer drinkable. ”

Little Barty, who was half a head, muttered helplessly.

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

"Prosthetics, this body is fake, others do it for me, you can barely let me experience the sensory stimulation of a living person, otherwise I can't even grab a stone. ”

Barty Jr. said depressedly that after the prosthesis disappeared, he woke up from his drunkenness. He lifted the bottle in his hand and poured it over his head.

The liquor passed through his transparent ghost head, into his dense worm-like body, and leaked out of his broken throat, to no avail, and he reluctantly threw the bottle away.

Only then did Hoffa discover the difference between himself and little Barty, his spirit was condensed like an entity, and he could touch objects such as wine bottles and stones, but most of the ghosts floating here did not have a substance.

He shuddered, "How long have you been here?"

There was a trace of confusion on the face of the little Barty ghost, he crossed his fingers, hesitated for a long time, and did not give a definite answer, and finally he scratched his head: "I haven't calculated exactly, it feels like it's not a few days, but since I came here, I feel that everything here is so familiar, and I feel like I've been here for a long time, Mr. Bach, do you feel this way?"

"I didn't. ”

Hofa 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 take me back to the world of the living, is this true, can you really take me back to the world of the living?"

"Who told you that?" Hoffa was puzzled.

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

"Should... It's true... bar. ”

Hoffa was a little unsure.

Barty Jr. stared straight at him.

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

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

"You'll find out with me!"

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

"Come, Lord... Mr. Bach!"

He excitedly took Hoffa and ran inside the hollow giant, falling down as he ran the worms on his body. Looks disgusting.

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

They walk up vascular-like steps and jump over bubbles that resemble the shape of platelets. Walking all the way down, I finally stopped in front of a corridor that resembled a large intestine, and God knows how big the entrance to this large intestine was. It was round, I don't know how many years had passed, it looked tattered, and it was covered with craters and holes, and from time to time something like a giant worm crawled slowly through the pit.

"What's that?" said Hoffa, looking at the worms burrowing around the intestinal wall.

"I don't know, they're the only living creatures here. Little Barty raised his hand, and his palm turned into a pile of worms, which fell off and fell to the ground, "neither dead nor rotten." ”

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

Ding dong.

The elevator opened, and a group of people hula came out of it, undressed, with full bodies, and their faces full of excitement and anticipation.

"How are you going to die today?"

"As always, drinking and dying, I don't know how long this body can withstand this time, what about you?"

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

"What's the way to play?"

"I'm going to take a bath with 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 to go with someone XX, and then jump into the sulfuric acid pool at the coolest time. ”

......

A few people in the elevator were talking sensational, hooking their shoulders and grinning farther and farther away, 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. Barty Jr. walked into the elevator and looked unsurprised.

"What are they talking about?" said Hoffa, who slipped into the elevator.

"I didn't say anything, just daily small talk. ”

Barty Jr. pressed a button at the very end of the elevator.

Swish!

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

Hoffa felt that if he still had a body, he would 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 became sideways again.

The wind blowing through the gaps in the large intestine swept through little Barty's body, and his body gradually disintegrated into a pile of worms, which were blown away by the wind in the fog of the abyss, revealing his transparent soul body.

As he was speeding, Hoffa saw another elevator flying in the opposite direction, with another self sitting inside, but the image only flashed by and disappeared randomly. Startled, he quickly lay down in front of the broken elevator and watched the fog flicker outside.

But that scene was just a hallucination, there was no other elevator outside the large intestine, only giant islands resembling pancreas, and towering trees like alveoli with pink balls hanging from them.

"Don't look, Mr. Bach, there are so many strange things here. "When I first came here, I was terrified, but all these days here, I've found that if I don't want anything, I don't care about anything. I actually feel pretty good. ”

"It's not bad, what do you want to go back to?" asked Hoffa, looking back and angrily.

"You'll find out right away. ”

As he spoke, the light gradually diminished as it fell, and the vision of the sun and moon shining at the top was obscured by the fog and other organs. The speed of the elevator gradually slowed down.

They came to the giant's bladder or pancreas, which was dark and gloomy compared to the prosperity and light of the giant's upper body, and the houses were dark and swarthy, and their original faces were barely visible.

Ding Dong, the elevator is in the end.

As soon as the elevator was opened.

Bang!!

Half of the worm-covered head was smashed into Hoffa's side, startling him.

It turned out that several men on both sides of the road were lying in the soil and frantically beating each other, their noses and faces were swollen, and their limbs were flying, but they were unaware of it and tirelessly beating each other.

The ground is littered with rotting craters filled with all sorts of worms, large and small. Their heads rise to the ground, flickering aimlessly like grass or shrubs.

The further they went, the more and more people beat each other, and some of the participants were brutally slaughtered, their entire bodies were cut off, and they staggered to and fro in the gloomy buildings that had fallen and the wriggling swarms of insects, some with broken hands and feet, some with their heads lost. But they are still tearing each other apart.

"What are they doing, do they have any deep hatred?" asked Hoffa Jr. Barty.

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

"Then why are they fighting. ”

"Because the body is ephemeral for them. ”

Little Barty said sadly: "Here, there is almost no end to time, there is not even the concept of death, there is no concept of change, there is no concept of feeling, there is no taste, no touch, no pain, no smell, nothing, only with a body, people here can barely experience the feeling of being alive." ”

Nothing...

Hoffa pursed his lips, for some reason he suddenly thought of the mimic monster that had been summoned to the real world by Grindelwald before, it was also composed of countless worms, and as soon as it landed, it was so excited that it couldn't control itself, and even lay on the ground to eat dirt.

Is this the eternal price?

He looked at the people who were fighting wildly, and he was secretly frightened.

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

On the gloomy island of pancreas, the images become more and more vibrant, such as a group of men gathering together to punch, or a group of women lying on their stomachs in the mud to eat dirt, or a few children with only half of their bodies left, raising their arms, laughing and banging.

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

By the time they reached the bottom of the pancreas, the extreme brawl and the ghost of SeX gradually disappeared, and only the remnants of half-human and half-worms remained on the ground, which were scattered on the ground like discarded toys, gradually turning from human form back to worms.

It's as devastated as a garbage dump.

Several huge stone golems walked in the garbage dump, scooping up the remains and insects on the ground with stone troughs, and then holding the stone trough full of insects, silently entered a large iron gate on the ground.

"The man who asked me to come to you is inside. Little Barty pointed to the big iron gate.

Hoffa was no longer speaking, and at this moment, a strong foreshadowing appeared in his heart, which was mixed with uneasy excitement, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

Following the stone-man puppets holding the stone trough, large iron doors opened in front of Hoffa, and they entered a long, dimly lit underground corridor. The ceiling is high, and to the right is a row of smoking torches that glow a deep orange light.

The uneasiness and excitement became more and more intense, almost making Hoffa faint, and he could feel his heart beating wildly in an unknown place through an unknown plane, dying and alive.

He staggered and ran.

The stone golem disappeared into an iron door in the deepest part of the hallway.

Hoffa rushed forward, but a metal armor more than three meters tall clicked over and stopped the two.

"Eh, who are you, the shrine maiden-sama works in the forbidden place, don't trespass!" came the sound of gold and iron clashing under the hollow helmet of the metal armor.

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

"I didn't say I wanted to see it, the shrine maiden is so busy, can anyone see it? Go and go, get out quickly..."

Before the metal armor could finish speaking, Hoffa had already rushed out with a brisk stride, and it couldn't help but shout anxiously behind Hoffa: "Eh, you guy, what's the matter!?"

Hoffa couldn't hear the metal armor and little Barty's voice at all, and the sense of foreboding had almost swallowed him up since he had been here. He knew exactly what was waiting for him in front of him, and he knew it clearly.

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

The huge iron door appeared in front of him, closer and closer, closer and closer, and without saying a word, Hoffa slammed his head against the giant door, knocking it open.

Bang.

The scene in front of him shook his whole body and stood motionless.

In the dark crypt, the floor was covered with some moldy carpets, once gorgeous but now faded and covered with dust, and the gold decoration on the fabric was still faintly visible, shimmering intermittently between dull gray and mottled green.

carpet.

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

She floated in mid-air, facing a massive cauldron the height of two people, slowly moving her arms. A huge stone golem stood beside her, mimicking her movements, stirring the cauldron with a stone stick.