The silver-haired ghost leapt to his feet, floated onto the head of the long-eared rabbit, and sat down.

"Follow me. ”

She patted the long-eared rabbit on the head, and her tone was irrefutable and there was no room for refusal.

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

He scrambled up to the long-eared rabbit and ran to her and sat down. The long-eared rabbit is large, but when you sit on it, it feels like it's hollow.

Little Barty's face was a little annoyed, he stood below and stared at Hoffa with a smile on his eyebrows, and then at the silver-haired ghost with a cold face, thought about it, and floated up and sat down next to the two.

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

"Is this the magic you learned in the underworld? ”

Hoffa immediately exclaimed, "Can you teach me later?"

As soon as he sat on the back of the rabbit, he slapped his ass, but the silver-haired ghost put his hands on his knees, completely unmoved.

Aglaia does not speak, nor does she bird herself. Hoffa looked at the long-eared rabbit under him, racked his brains and came up with a plan: "By the way, I have a joke about rabbits, do you want to hear it?"

The silver-haired ghost remained silent, and the long-eared rabbit fanned its ears all the way up, through the organs of the dark giant's belly.

Hoffa, who was ignored, scratched his head a little embarrassed, but at this time, little Barty, who was sitting behind him, came to relieve him: "A joke about rabbits, what's that?"

"Hah!"

Hoffa was about to cry with gratitude, and for the first time he found that little Barty was also cute.

He said with great interest: "Once upon a time, there were three little white rabbits who picked a mushroom, and the big one asked the little one to get some wild vegetables to eat together. The little rabbit said, "I'm not going." If I'm gone, you'll eat my mushrooms. ”

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

So the little white rabbit went. Half a year has passed, and the little white rabbit has not returned. One of the big ones said, "It's not coming back, let's eat." ”

The other big one said, "Wait a little longer." ”

A year has passed, and the little white rabbit has not returned. The two big ones discussed: "Don't wait, let's eat." At that moment, the little white rabbit suddenly jumped out of the jungle next to him and said angrily, "Look! I knew you were going to eat my mushrooms!"

"Hahaha!"

After saying that, Hoffa himself burst out laughing. Barty Jr. followed behind Hoffa and forced an embarrassed smile.

"Aha"

"Ahaha. ”

"Aha..."

"Ahh

“....”

But laughing and laughing ... Both of them were silent. Because the silver-haired ghost was still motionless, his eyes did not move, his expression did not move, his posture did not move, as if it was petrified.

What the hell was I talking about!!

An invisible cold wind blew from his feet to the top of his head, and Hoffa buried his face in his palms, and longed to find a crack in the ground with remorse. He doesn't have a face at the moment, and if he does, he probably will be almost red and about to drip blood.

Little Barty leaned into Hofa's ear and whispered, "I've been in Helheim for a few days, and every day I've seen people come and pat her ass, asking for a body, and they're shooting much louder than you." ”

"How did they shoot it?"

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

They would kneel down and kiss the ground in front of her, recite her choreographed poems, and some would even offer her statue to the shrine day and night. ”

"I see, no wonder!"

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

"Like, it's about the same as it is now..... But it's a little softer than it is towards you. ”

Hoffa was almost so angry that his head was smoking, he thought of those who rushed with their hands, ate dirt, and fought wildly with each other, could he not be as good as some ordinary underworld ghosts in Aglaia's eyes?

No, it can't be!

Or is your attitude not good enough?

Why don't you kneel down yourself?

At the urging of some panic, a devilish thought arose in his mind, and as soon as it appeared, it galloped wildly in his mind, like a wild horse that had escaped from the brair.

In the end, he stood up tremblingly on the long-eared rabbit, thinking that he had chased him to the underworld, what was that little dignity?

If only she could see herself laugh like she used to.

"Don't move. ”

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

The idea was seen through before it could be implemented, and Hoffa sat down in great annoyance, thinking that he had really seen the hell, and he had been seen through without doing anything. But on second thought, he was happy again. Before he took off his pants, the other party knew that he wanted to fart, which must be the embodiment of tacit understanding, he fantasized beautifully, secretly looked at the familiar side face, and the more he looked at it, the more he loved it.

The long-eared rabbit flies all the way upwards and is very fast. However, it was not the same road as when he first came down, and on the way here, Hoffa had seen many giant organs and strange buildings, but this area seemed quite empty, and the long-eared rabbit flew for a long time, and he couldn't see anything, and even the sun and moon stars on the top were covered by a thick fog.

It was only when it flew to the position of the giant's head that the long-eared rabbit stopped. Hovering over an empty and lonely aerial platform in the thick fog, on the platform, there was only a small place to stay, and the rest of the place was very sharp steel thorns.

Some of those thorns were more than ten meters high, pointing straight to the sky like sharp swords, and some were only the size of a sewing needle, but they were densely covered with the ground, stained with rust-colored blood, and looked a little creepy.

The long-eared rabbit was too large to land on top of the thorns, and the silver-haired ghost jumped down first, with Hoffa hurrying to follow her, and little Barty following behind Hoffa.

The platform is small, with even fewer places to stay, and above the only foothold is a long, narrow path that leads up to a high place in the fog, with no end in sight. Both sides of the road were iron thorns, large and small.

"Where is this?"

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

"The Way of Thorns. ”

Sure enough, the silver-haired ghost said succinctly.

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

Aglaia said briefly: "Go." ”

As she spoke, she floated down the thorny steps.

Hoffa followed behind her, and secretly complained to himself, would he die if he said a few more words? He remembered that this guy was a notoriously talkative fifty years ago.

Thundered.

He hadn't gone far before the ground shook slightly, and then the vibration became more and more severe.

A large cobblestone gurgled down the high steps. It's loud and fast.

Hoffa and little Barty were startled by the falling boulders and quickly hid beside the road, but Aglaia was rather calm, and she took three steps to the left, and the stone grazed the tip of her nose and looked very thrilling.

Rumble!!

The cobblestone slammed into a large iron bramble at the bottom of the platform and stopped.

"Is this a trap?"

Little Barty asked with palpitations.

"It doesn't seem to be. ”

Hoffa said, seeing a figure running down the stairs with a firm but heavy step, and soon passed them without squinting.

Unlike the translucent ghost, it was a man with bronzed skin, he was two meters tall, he wore no clothes on his body, only a crotch cloth, each of his muscles was as high as a small mountain bag, he was extremely developed, and he walked quickly to the rolling cobblestone, which was five meters in diameter, more than twice his height.

I saw the bronze muscular man standing in front of the cobblestone, carrying the heavy cobblestone with great difficulty, pushing it up with great difficulty, moving the stone little by little, and pushing it towards the height of the path of thorns.

The stone slowly rolled up the stone steps, and every muscle in the man under the stone trembled, and the bruises on his forehead flared up. Due to the tremendous pressure on his feet, he scratched one crack after another in the thorny road, and the bones were deep and the flesh was blurred, making it unbearable to look at directly.

Aglaia introduced Hoffa to herself: "This is Sisyphus, who once desecrated the Grim Reaper and kidnapped the Grim Reaper, so that there was no death in the world. Finally, after the Grim Reaper was freed, in order to punish him, he was asked to push a boulder up to the top of the mountain, and because the boulder was so heavy, he rolled down the mountain every time he did not reach the top of the mountain, and all his efforts were wasted. So he repeated the work like this, again and again, year after year, and never ended. ”

This was the first time Aglaia had spoken so much to Hoffa, but the excitement on Hoffa's face gradually disappeared and became solemn.

After introducing the stone-pushing man, Aglaia continued to float the two of them up along the path of thorns.

It wasn't long before they came to a fork in the road that continued upward on one side and led to a floating cliff on the other.

Terrible wails and screams came from the cliffs.

Hoffa saw a man hanging from a cliff with his limbs tied to a stone pillar, his intestines and organs dragged out of his torn ribcage and dripping to the ground. The air was filled with the strong smell of blood. In the air in front of him, more than a dozen red-eyed vultures were flying, and those vultures stretched their bare necks and kept pecking at the man's intestines and heart.

The man who was pecked by the vultures cried out bitterly, his eyes bleeding from the intense pain.

The vultures pecked at his heart and liver, but his heart and liver grew at a rate visible to the naked eye, and he couldn't finish it.

"Prometheus. ”

Aglaia looked at the man and said lightly: "The saint who steals fire, because he gave the flame to mankind and made people become the spirit of all things, was hung by the god of death on the cliff of the path of thorns in Helheim after death, and was pecked by the eagle day and night, and after eating every day, it grew again at night, and so on, and so on, endlessly. ”

Hoffa didn't say a word, and little Barty shuddered, and the wailing man looked so miserable that even the most cold-blooded person couldn't help but look away.

But Aglaia did not have the slightest sympathy, and after taking Hoffa to see Prometheus, she continued to float upward.

Along the way, they saw all sorts of prisoners, some of whom were locked in a ring cage, running non-stop, but never stopping. Some were hung at the stake, and they were constantly burned, but they could not be burned to charcoal. There are dominoes that are constantly being built, but they are always pushed at the last second before they are achieved.

And so on.......

Eventually, they made it to the top of this thorny road.

Above the top floor is a huge dome, which is the skull of a giant, and on the dome, there is a ring opening about ten meters in diameter.

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

Outside the opening of the ring, there is a vibrant, vibrant green. In stark contrast to the gloom and cruelty of Helheim, even from a distance of several tens of meters, Hoffa could hear the sound of birds and flowers coming from the opening of the ring.

"It's ......"

"That's the exit from Helheim, and from there, you can go back to the real world, the world of the living. Aglaia said lightly.

"What!?"

Hoffa was shocked, he didn't expect Aglaia to bring himself to the exit like this, he raised his leg and ran towards the exit of the ring, but ten meters away from the ring, he was blocked by a transparent barrier. The transparent barrier was swamped with water ripples, and no matter how much he pushed, he couldn't push it away.

At this time, he realized that it was within the transparent barrier.

At the very top of the path of thorns, under the exit of the ring, there is a lonely figure.

It was an old man in rags, standing under the exit of the ring, jumping and jumping like a frog, and he looked at the exit above him that was close at hand, and his face was full of crazy longing.

Every time he jumped, he could jump very close to the mouth, but it was just too close for him to reach the exit.

"That's... Who's that?"

Hoffa's voice trembled and he asked Aglaia.

Aglaea: "He is Cadmus Peverell, the ancestor of Salazar Slytherin, the man who developed the art of resurrection. As punishment, the Grim Reaper threw him at the very top of the Way of Thorns in Helheim, made him look at the exit of Helheim, and did not put any shackles on him. The exit was 3.0001 meters above the ground, but Peverell could only jump to a height of three meters at most, so he could only look at the exit and jump day and night, hoping that one day he would break 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 if he was reciting a script, and there was no emotion at all.

Hoffa stood outside the barrier in a daze, looking at the man who was jumping at the very top, and gasped. It was only then that he realized the extreme horror that flowed beneath the endless emptiness of the Death Mystic Realm.

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

Aglaia's cold and cruel voice came from her ears again: "Everyone on this thorny path has played games with the god of death, and they have all failed. ”