Seeing Miller suddenly go crazy, Hoffa was so angry that he almost exploded! He rushed up and covered Miller's mouth and yelled, "You're sick again, aren't you? Look at me, you're going to drill me!

"It's been drilled, you're thick-skinned. Miller said calmly: "I can't die anyway, let's change something new." ”

Almost in the blink of an eye, a green light flashed, and the man in green landed directly in the air, appearing behind Hofa, he hooked Hofa's shoulder and said in amazement: "You guys are so brave that you just chose 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 he finished speaking, his whole body was thrown high, and a heavy punch suddenly stretched out from under the ground, and it hit Miller. Distorted his lower limbs and spat blood.

Hoffa watched in amazement.

The man in green said beside him, "I have heard that some people are born perverted, and they like to endure inhuman torture, is that kind of person your female companion?

Hoffa clenched his fists and tried to use the Ghost Walk again, escaping with Miller. But as soon as he had this thought, a huge spiritual impact came from behind him, and his brain shook violently, and he could no longer feel any trace of the existence of magic 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 flew to Miller and Hoffa's side, pressing their heads and touching them hard. Then, he threw two punches in succession, smashing into the heads of Hoffa and Miller respectively, and the two smashed into the ground like meteors, smashing two large craters in the ground.

Then, a fist like a meteor fell, and Hoffa had no room for resistance at all, and under the control of the terrifying spiritual force field, he could no longer perceive the existence of magic power. Soon, along with Miller, he was pressed into a pit and beaten into two pieces of rotten flesh.

However, his consciousness did not die, and Hoffa decided that this was a false world, that he was going to leave this world, that he wanted to destroy Sylbie's financial resources, that he would destroy his plans, and that he would eventually return to fifty years later.

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

Hofa opened his eyes and found himself lying in a large pit with a wriggling mass of flesh beside him. An unrecognizable head.

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

He said inarticulately.

"Devil, you are the devil," said Hoffa.

Miller: "Haven't you changed your mind in the slightest?"

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

Whoosh!!

Countless arrows flew.

directly pierced the hearts of Miller and Hoffa, who had just been formed, and shot them into two porcupines. The man in green with a bow and arrow slowly descended from the sky, landed in front of the two porcupines, bent down, and asked curiously, "Are you still chatting?"

"You're not very good at torturing people. Miller, who was pierced into a porcupine, said seriously: "If I were you, I wouldn't be so fast, I wouldn't even feel the pain and I would be numb." ”

Hoffa was on the verge of madness.

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

"I've been in this world for hundreds of years, and it's the first time I've heard such a request. But what you're saying makes a lot of sense, and I can learn a lot from the two of you. ”

He stood up, left the pit, and retreated into the middle of the street, stretched out his arms, and cried out, "Friends, come and see." Look at all the evil ambushes in this world, look at the culprits who destroy the harmonious world, and come and see the pinnacle of this penal art performance! Let them add a touch of fun to our sweet daily life!"

The citizens of Genoa cities have put down their work, the artists have put down their strings, the tourists no longer enjoy the scenery, and the lovers no longer talk to each other. They surrounded Miller and Hoffa in the pit from all sides at the same time.

Arrows were pulled out one by one, and stakes were knocked down one by one. Hoffa and Miller were tied to a stake and undressed.

The dense crowd of citizens stood in front of the wooden stakes, their eyes burning with madness, and they slowly took out all kinds of knives from their waists.

"Enjoy, the release of the darkness of your heart, enjoy, the touch of the blade across your skin, enjoy, the abundance of blood gushing out, enjoy, the pleasant wail, enjoy, the mad trembling pain of your kind, and the supreme pleasure that is built on pain. ”

In the midst of the high-pitched chant of the man in green, a sharp knife slashed thin through Hoffa's skin. Hoffa couldn't help but scream, and he trembled with fear at the thought of what he was going to experience after that.

And then, one after the other, one after the other. Hoffa couldn't help but scream and struggle.

In the frenzied struggle, he saw Miller, who was also being Lingchi, and Miller's painful face was distorted, but his gaze never left Hoffa. Hoffa barely dared to look directly into the fiery gaze.

This guy didn't say a word from beginning to end, what the hell was he thinking. I'd rather suffer this great torture than let myself get better.

"Is that what you want to see?"

"Are you happy to see us being cut over and over again, and to see ourselves being tortured like this?"

"Pain but pleasure," Miller said through gritted teeth, his mouth as hard as iron.

"You're Crazy"

"I'm not crazy, Hoffa, maybe, you think I'm crazy, but I know what I'm doing all along." Miller said.

Hoffa closed his eyes.

He didn't know what he was doing, which was the kind of 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 so tormenting, and it couldn't shake him in the slightest.

Time slowed to the limit in the passage of the blade, and the inhuman ordeal lasted for three days, with Hoffa and Miller completely torn apart into two piles of broken bones and rotten flesh.

But due to the immortal spirit, it didn't take long for the two piles of minced meat to keep wriggling again, slowly wriggling back into human form.

After Miller's reminder, the man in green became more and more experienced in torture, and each time he waited until their bodies were about to recover and had not fully recovered, so that Hoffa and Miller would not be completely numb and his work would be ineffective.

Within three days, Hoffa and Miller had been slashed countless times by the mad citizens of Genoa and the men in green.

On the third day, Hoffa was finally a little exhausted, and he looked at Miller with difficulty and said, "Get out of here with me. If you really want to talk, I want to talk to you by the warm fire. I'll make you a cup of tea, if you want to torture me, please do it yourself, such a long time of being tortured by irrelevant people, enough, really enough."

Miller looked at Hoffa with the same bloody blur, trembling and hoarsely asked, "Then how the hell are we going to get out of here?"

(Puff, puff, cut the flesh with a knife)

"There's only one reason he can torture us like this, and that's because his mental power is much higher than ours, and it's his domain. We can't be free, we can't see the truth, we can't even use magic.

But, but Miller, New York, that monster has proven to us that this kind of thing can indeed merge the mental power of many people, but that kind of spirit is complex and chaotic, and only instinctive and instinctive action must have been controlled by the Slytherin heir who guards it. It's so unusually cruel."

Hoffa stammered in the midst of the spurs.

"I've known for a long time, please, don't waste time with me." Miller also looked to be patient to the limit, stumbling and stumbling.

Hoffa: "You think, Riddle's spirit is not higher than mine, not even higher than you, he is just, he is only at the peak of black magic and black magic, but why can he torture us like this?"

Miller: "It must have been him fused with the spirit body that created the illusion."

"Yes."

"So what, so what, we know but still not his opponent.

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

Hoffa's voice grew lowerer and lower: "We, none of us, but obviously, in this space, spirits can be combined.

You and I are both Ravenclaw, you and I have known each other since I was eleven years old.You and I have experienced countless adventures.As long as we merge with each other, the spirit body we are born must be.Must.Certainly.We can surpass this monster in front of us, this magic city."

On the stake, Miller, whose flesh and blood were blurred, was slightly stunned, and he looked at Hoffa, his eyes lit up little by little, as if he had forgotten the blades that were flying on his body.

"So how do you want to merge with me?"

Miller asked, puzzled.

Hoffa thought for a moment, and an answer emerged.

"Take the mind of the gods. He said.

"You want me to use the Dementor Charm on you." Miller asked incredulously.

"Yes, I'm going to use the Dementor Charm on you too, but I'm not skilled in spells, so I may not be able to succeed."

Miller fell into thought.

Hoffa can't stand the pain anymore, this feeling is like holding S, it's still bearable when walking on the road, and the more it reaches the end, the more unbearable it is.

"Alright, Miller?" he asked impatiently.

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

Miller was still a little unsure, and 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 stand it, damn Miller, don't I have privacy and secrets," said Hoffa, "Hurry up, hurry up, only then we can leave."

Miller finally raised his head again and asked seriously, "Are you sure you really want to be one with me?"

"How many times have I said it, I'm sure. Sure as well as sure. ”

"You're sure you won't hate me when you see my mind. Miller asked weakly.

"I" Hoffa was stunned, he looked at Miller's eyes, thought of Miranda again, he shook his head and said softly, "No, I never hated you, never."

"Then you don't have to worry about the Dementor Charm. ”

In the midst of repeated repetitions, Miller suddenly stretched out his fleshy and fleshy hand, grasped the fleshy and bloody hand on the other stake, and after interlocking his fingers, he recited the incantation: "Taboo. ”

Huo Fa's eyes darkened when he was Ling Chi, and all the pain was away from him at this moment. It was as if he had embarked on a strange journey. During the trip, he saw a boy who pushed the door out of the carriage, a boy who got lost in the school, an impulsive boy on the tower, a guy who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and didn't know what kind of darkness he was approaching.

In the blink of an eye, he saw the boy who was working in a broken bar cleaning the table.Heh, he's getting taller, but it's pitiful that he's still so poor, let's let him live with me.Then, he saw the figure in the huge shield spell.Seeing the hair that turns gray quickly is really a desirable guy.I hate this kind of person the most.But, what can I do to make him suffer a little, forget it, let's feed the medicine with Aya first, the medicine looks bitter enough

Is this Miller's perspective?

No, Hoffa thought, no, that's my perspective.

The picture is like a projector.

Soon he saw the boy who was sitting in the carriage on the train in silence, he was taller, but he looked very tired, really very tired, I have never seen such a tired person, what happened? made him so tired? Forget it, just rest and rest, he will be fine, after all, he has done so many amazing things, what is this tiredness.

When the picture was stretched again, he stood alone under the pumpkin's head, looking at the men and women running by. The two people who spent Halloween with him are gone, time is so fast, the times are so cruel, and fate is so impermanent. How's that guy doing out there? Forget it, let him go, it's just a former playmate, not that important. He threw the newspaper he had read so many times into the fireplace, and watched as the pictures in the newspaper were engulfed in flames and turned into ashes.

The fast-moving picture seems to become slow and clear at a certain point in time, and the black, white, gray and dark tones all become bright and colorful at a certain time. He was pleasantly surprised to see the boy who was sleeping on the park bench with the homeless man, he seemed to have lost weight, but he seemed to have become handsome, oh my God? How could this guy suddenly become handsome? It was incredible.

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

Hoffa didn't remember who he was, he only felt a strange sweetness melt in his heart, and he saw the girl in the steaming bathtub at night, and she couldn't help but gently stretch her hand between her legs uncontrollably.

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, and someone kisses him lightly on the head, and the kiss is so helpless and sad.

Then, the view of the camera is once again blocked by gray. This time, he held the torch and came alone to the closed forbidden library, wrapped in a thick forbidden spell, in the faint beating of flames. In the midst of great darkness. He saw an old man sitting at the root of a tree slowly withering.

He heard Miranda whisper crying, "Hoffa."

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

On the wooden stake, two bodies blurred by Ling Chi's flesh and blood held hands and no longer moved. Their bodies no longer squirmed, and their eyes fell hollow and dead. Only drops of blood slowly dripped from them, staining the ground beneath the stakes red.

Around the wooden stake, the crazy citizens were still cutting the flesh of the two people with knives, but no matter how they cut it, the two bodies no longer had any feedback.

Aware of the disappearance of the spirit of the two, on the brightly colored street on the side, the man in beach pants put down the coffee cup in his hand, sat up from the bamboo and rattan chair, stretched out comfortably, and said: "I thought I had a lot of ability, but I couldn't hold on for three days? ”

After saying that, he walked leisurely to the stake, clapped his hands, and said, "Go back, go back." The dark party is over, so go ahead and enjoy your life in the sun. ”

The madness in the eyes of the citizens gradually disappeared, and they looked at the two bloody figures on the wooden stake, and involuntarily let out a scream and fled.

"Pretending. ”

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 street to elegance and level, the man in green clapped his palms and was about to turn away.

But as soon as he took two steps, he felt that something was wrong, and turned to stare at the street where the body was buried, and his face changed slightly. An undetectable anomalous wave came from under the street.

"The ghost doesn't go away."

He muttered, then raised his arm.

The arm turned into a wriggling giant snake in an instant, and the huge body of the giant snake jumped high, and then opened its mouth to bite into the ground, with a cracking sound, biting the ground to pieces.

The giant snake slowly squirmed, and the man in green took a step back, his face changing drastically.

The snake's mouth bit something and could no longer close.

He roared wildly and dragged out the head of the giant snake buried in the ground, only to see a strange boy sitting in the mouth of the snake, and he raised a finger against the sharp teeth of the giant snake.

The boy had golden eyes, shoulder-length black chestnut hair, the lines of his face were very beautiful and soft, but his lips were unusually sharp, and from his neck down, there were strange violet tattoos, they were like vines crawling all over the boy's bare skin, making his whole person exude an inexplicable evil nature.

(End of chapter)