Grindelwald is gone, but Hoffa is facing a great test that has never been seen before.

If someone had told him that there was a bridge built under water, he would have thought that the man was crazy, or completely unaware.

But now, a real and peculiar scene is happening in front of him.

Countless ghosts of the dead meandered and flowed through the air a hundred meters above the ancient bridge deck of Helheim, forming a river of souls.

And under the torrent of souls, above the bridge deck, the cold wind whistled by, the temperature was like ice, and the speed did not know how fast. The gust of wind was so weird, one moment it was blowing forward, the other it was blowing backwards.

Because the stele on their bodies was so heavy, Hoffa and the stele bearers in Helheim couldn't even turn around, they could only move forward by inertia, at first, they were still staggering forward on their legs, but gradually, the wind caused their whole bodies to lie down.

He could see with his own eyes the men in front of him, also carrying heavy stone tablets, their bodies scattered by the wind, and something resembling body fragments peeled from the fog—ears, fingers, ribs, or maggots that rolled in the air, struck Hoffa on the cheek, and in the blink of an eye, turned to ashes under the wind. It was as if it was not a cold wind, but a flame.

What's more, they were overwhelmed and perished on the ground, and even the people and monuments were swept into the air by the wind and disappeared, and even the miserable howls were drowned out by the wind.

On the bridge of the past, Hoffa trekked with great difficulty, thanks to his higher-than-ordinary mental strength, he could barely maintain his physical integrity, he looked at some of the light flying ghosts above his head, and knew that as long as he loosened the chains, as long as he was willing to throw away the stone tablet, he could fly into the sky like those ghosts.

But he instinctively knew that if he did this, then he would lose all his memories in an instant, whether it was Aglaia, Miranda, Chloe, Grindelwald, or Sylby, the things he had experienced, those stories, would be forgotten by him in an instant, which he could never accept.

So he, like everyone else on the Helheim Bridge, had to stumble forward, even with great difficulty. Towards the giant eagle in the distance.

I don't know how long it has been, and how many crazy winds have been experienced.

By the time Hoffa reached the edge of the bridge, there was no one else with him, and those who had carried the monument with him had been reduced to ashes by the wind.

Finally, he came to the end of the bridge of passage, in front of the giant eagle.

The wind blew away the fog, and in the lull between the winds, he could see the eagle clearly.

No, it is not accurate to say that it is an eagle, it is actually a giant wearing a feather coat, up to 10,000 meters, at first glance it has the appearance of an eagle, but in fact it has a human face that is bigger than a mountain, solemn, with black and white eyes.

The giant stood in the foggy abyss, unable to see the lower part of his body, which was larger than an entire Mount Everest. Everyone who saw it was afraid.

The entire Helheim-Bridge of Passage was born from his mouth and spread into the unseen distance. And the wind on the bridge was the breath brought by the giant's breath.

The image was so powerful that Hoffa could barely breathe, and everything he had seen in the past paled in comparison to the grandeur of the Dead Mysteries. He stood in front of the giant, like a mosquito beside an elephant.

The picture lasted less than a second, the giant's breathing began again, he opened his mouth, and a huge and incomparable suction came from the giant's mouth, this time, due to the extreme distance, Hoffa had almost no room to resist at all, and was sucked into the giant's mouth by the wind on the spot.

In the midst of the tumbling, the stele is about to fly away.

Thinking of the shattered stele bearers, Hoffa clung to the chains to keep his memories from disappearing.

Before he could hold it steady for a moment, the direction of the wind changed again, and the giant turned from inhaling to exhaling, and Hoffa flew out upside down in the opposite direction, this time he hit the teeth in the giant's mouth, and he stopped.

"Let's get it over quickly...... When is it going to ......?"

Hofa groaned, from the first second of entering the underworld, everything that happened was out of his control, it felt really bad.

It seemed to hear his prayer, and after a long time the wind ceased to appear, even the whistling wind disappeared, and the giant's breathing ceased, leaving only the pleasant jingling sound in his ears.

Pressed by the stone tablet, Hoffa raised his head and opened his eyes, and now he was lying in the mouth of a giant, the teeth on the top of his head like an upside-down mountain, and the rough tongue under his feet like a red grassland.

Jingle bell, tink bell......

With a pleasant sound of metal colliding, a pair of long, terrifying black legs came to Hoffa.

It was a black man who wore nothing, he was tall and frightening, at least four meters, and his whole body was brightly painted, and he had golden rings. Looking sideways, the man's feet and neck alone were as long as ordinary people's thighs.

"Come, let me see. ”

The black man made a pleasant voice and did not distinguish between men and women.

There was a bamboo pole nearly four meters high, and the black man slowly bent down, and the slender fingers like bamboo insects were dipped in saliva, and slowly slid over the stone tablet that Hofa was carrying.

"Well, it's a wonderful life, no wonder you are reluctant to throw it away. ”

The black man licked his fingers, "There are not many people who have a life like you, and even fewer who can come here." ”

"Who are you?"

Hofa was pressed under the stone tablet and said overwhelmed.

"Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Arvada, the caretaker of the Underworld Recycle Bin and the servant of the Grim Reaper. ”

The tall and thin black man said happily, and he patted the stone tablet behind Hoffa, and the bracelets clanged and made a pleasant sound.

"The big man outside is Hrasvarger, the Soul Eater, who lives exclusively by devouring souls, and the people who can come here are the smell of death. ”

Hoffa suddenly felt a light on his back, and he was able to stand up.

(With his height reaching the base of a black man's legs, he looks up to identify the guy's gender, but Arvada has no genitals, only a few golden patterns on his bare crotch.) ）

A group of extremely short gnomes took his stele from his back, carried it with him, and happily disappeared into the mouth of the giant, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

"Where are they going to take my memories?" asked Hoffa.

"Take it to the Grim Reaper. Arvada said.

Hoffa gasped.

Arvada crossed his fingers: "The Grim Reaper is a lonely god, and the only thing he likes to read is all kinds of stories. The slate you carried is good, and I think you have a chance to settle in Helheim. ”

"Settle in Helheim?"

"Yes, there is only one option: to abandon the past and re-enter samsara. However, since you are willing to send the stele in the face of the strong wind, you must not be willing to give up the past. ”

"I... Is it dead?"

Hoffa couldn't believe that Miller was still waiting for him to go back at Hogwarts, and maybe his body was still breathing, so it was a bit arbitrary to judge his death.

"You are so humorous, when you enter the underworld, aren't you a dead man?"

Tall, thin and tall as a bamboo pole, Arvada said with a smile, "But don't worry, some people are alive even if they die, and some people are alive and dead - come with me." ”

Arvada walked forward, his steps were great, and at last Hoffa saw a man who spoke calmly to himself, and he had a hundred questions to ask, where could he not follow.

But without warning, a stone landed at his feet and rolled twice. Hoffa stared at the stone for a moment, then looked back, but saw only the mountain-like fangs of giants, and no human figure.

He shook his head, scrambling to keep up with Arvada.

The two went all the way down, through the mouth of the giant, and came to a bronze arch carved into the shape of a double snake, the arch is 10,000 meters high, and the scales of the double snake are delicate jade, obsidian and lazuli.

They should correspond to the throat of the giant.

Arvada stretched out a finger and inserted a small hole in the door, turning it like a key, and the huge bronze door slowly cracked a small crack.

"Let's go. ”

Arvada said happily, squeezing sideways into the doorway.

I don't know if it was Hofa's delusion, but when he passed by the ** snake, he seemed to see those snakes smiling at him.

Through the bronze gate, you will come to the belly of the giant.

All the sounds were gone, and when I looked up, in the sky, a black and white sun and moon shone at the same time, and they were the two eyes of the giant.

The staircase is made of blood-red sandstone and carved with a variety of animals: snakes crawling on their horizons, kites flying with their wings spread, fish gliding and swimming, wolves mixed in with the red moor, zebras and elephants.

Everything in this place is too unconventional, the soul-devouring giant, the black thin bamboo pole that claims to be the servant of death, and the strange world where the sun and the moon are in the sky.

Hoffa didn't dare to say a word, he felt that this was probably the state of Tubaozi entering the city.

All the way down, the steps float in the air. On both sides of the stairs are bottomless abysses, and in the abyss float many, many floating island-like buildings, which should correspond to the organs in the giant's body. From a distance, the complexes are of various shades of violet and sepia.

Gradually, the steps under their feet diverged, they branched out in all directions like veins, and there were figures on the steps except for Hoffa and Avada, they were of different heights, dressed in clothes of various ages, like ghosts, their feet did not touch the ground, and when they saw Arvada approaching them, they showed a look of fear, and they lowered their heads and floated past Avada.

"They seem to be afraid of you. Hoffa asked weakly.

"You're not afraid?"

Arvada smiled and asked, "You seem to be calm when you see me." ”

"If I'm already dead, what could be more terrible than death?" Hoffa murmured.

"Is that really the case?"

Arvada clapped his hands and laughed, "I wish you could keep this mindset forever." ”

When he laughs, he purses.

Another stone rolled down on Hoffa's leg, and he was startled and immediately turned his head to look.

As far as I could see, I could only see some transparent and pale figures slowly floating by, completely unaware of who had smashed a stone at him.

"What's that?"

Hoffa pointed to a floating island in the shape of a heart in the distance.

He saw the transparent figures walking towards the heart-shaped floating island. Even from the abyss of 10,000 meters, he could hear the frantic screams coming from that heart.

"There, entertainment venues. ”

"Entertainment venues?"

"Entertainment is instinct, whether dead or alive. Arvada shrugged: "Let's not talk about that, I'll take you around the neighborhood." ”

Avada led Hoffa through a large arcade street to one of the floating islands, where countless ancient heroes stood on white and green marble columns, three times the size of a human being. They appear to be real people, but they don't move.

Arvada: "There are many souls like you in history. Or the achievement is too high, or there are too many unforgettable emotions, or... Some lawless madmen, in short, can never abandon their identity, such a soul, we have to give him a resting place, right?"

As Arvada spoke, the ancient heroes on the stone pillars turned their heads, looked at Hoffa, and nodded with a smile.

After the winds of the passing bridge, everything here is peaceful and pleasant.

However, Hoffa felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and he muttered, "It's like... The exhibition cabinet of the museum is the same. ”

"What nonsense, the exhibition cabinet is for people to see, and here is the treasure house of death. Not open to outsiders. ”

Arvada bent down and whispered in Hofa's ear, "God can't come in." ”

Then they passed through a bazaar, which was located in a huge building with many openings, and every building and house in the world of death seemed unusually solid and stable compared to the absurdity of the nightmare world.

On the walls of those buildings, vivid scenes of war are carved, swords intersect, contradictions clash, arrows rain, heroes fighting, babies slaughtered, and blazing torches burning from the sky to the ground.

Inside the bazaar, thousands of colorful birds fly among them. The terrace above the garden is covered with lush trees and flowers. There are many shops and a wide variety of goods, and it seems that everything created by the gods can be bought and sold, and it is no different from the real world.

"What do you think of the environment?" Arvada asked, "Can you live here in peace?"

"May I ask you about someone?" Hoffa couldn't help but ask his most apprehensive doubt.

"Feel free, I won't necessarily answer. ”

"Agrea Drashes. Died fifty-three years ago, is she still here, or is she reincarnated? Hoffa asked, looking a little humble under the four-meter Arvada.

"Huh?"

The servant of the Grim Reaper smiled inscrutablely, and after examining Hoffa for a moment, he said lightly:

"In Helheim, you can get anything you want, money, honor, status, and information. But only if you ......," Arvada smiled and bent down, slowly turning his head ninety degrees, "you're willing to play a game with death." ”

"Playing with the Grim Reaper?"

"That's right. ”

"What game?"

"Oh~ everyone is different, the Grim Reaper will adjust the game content according to the different soul traits of each person......"

As Arvada spoke, Hoffa's heart twitched as if something was about to happen, and something cracked, coincided, cracked, and coincided. Arvada's voice became indistinct, and Hoffa had trouble breathing and his heart twitched. A second is as long as 10,000 years.

Then, a strong sense of immediacy pushed his head, tilting it slightly to the side.

Syllable.

The sound of fine stones falling to the ground sounded again.

This time, the stone hit him in the head.

Hoffa turned his head sharply, and this time saw a figure flashing behind the floating island building.

“...... What do you think? Mr. Bach. ”

Arvada asked, bending over.

Hoffa's attention was taken away from the stones, "What?"

"I said, would you like to have a pleasant and memorable game with the Grim Reaper? ”

"Can I, think about it for a moment?"

Hoffa suppressed the frenzy that surged in his heart and said with some difficulty.

"Of course. Arvada slowly straightened up, the smile on her face disappearing. "But you'd better give me an answer quickly, after all, the time of death is precious. ”

He turned and walked down the street, "You think about it here, call me when you're done." ”

"I've figured out where to find you?"

The naked full-color black man did not reply, he walked slowly forward, and in a few moments, dissipated into the air like a ghost, without a trace.

As soon as the Grim Reaper's servant left, Hoffa moved, picked up the pebble on the ground, turned his head to look around, and soon locked on to a figure in the narrow alley in the distance.

He ran over with a pebble and saw a young man with ginger hair squatting between two unknown plants, who was squatting on the ground and looking at himself with a smirk.

"Little Barty?"

Hoffa saw the young man in front of him clearly and was stunned: "Why are you here?"