When the flower-faced girl saw another batch of souls that had been put into the green water, she turned her face away uncomfortably, and replied to me absentmindedly: "No—no. ”

"Then why were you so scared when you were in the ghost gate before, as if you knew that you would be brought here by them."

Thinking of this, the bag in the back of my head that was smashed by her high heels still seems to have a faint pain.

The flower-faced girl turned to look at me, frowned, and explained as if reluctant to recall: "Before I was caught by them, I accidentally broke into the woods where they stored the jars of meat puree...... I heard them say...... The jar was transported from the Dementor Temple......"

I watched the flower-faced girl talk and talk, almost crying, and hurriedly stopped her memory: "Then do you know why they are like this? ”

"I-I don't know, like it's because they're looking for a special ghost." The flower-faced girl said as she panicked to keep up with the soul team that moved forward again.

"Looking for a special ghost?" I raised my eyes to look at the pool of green water that swallowed bones and loved flesh, and was a little speechless: "No matter how special a ghost is, I'm afraid it will be melted into meat residue by this water, right?" ”

Speaking of the puddles of slimy and disgusting ghost corpses, the flower-faced girl's expression became terrified again, and she stammered at me with her little hands that were chained: "I-I don't know, I don't know anything!" ”

I guess this flower-faced girl is also the first time to this place like me, and I'm afraid that for now I am only worried that I will soon become a mashed meat in a jar, and I can't ask anything more.

"Smelling the voice of the slave falling into the shade of flowers~~ This scenery is sultry and intoxicating~~~ I didn't feel that I came to the Hundred Flowers Pavilion~~"

The voice of the girl in the white dress was as moving as a yellow warbler, and when I looked up, I actually saw two rows of beaded tears on the cheeks of the girl in the white dress.

The look of the girl in the white dress at the green pool, the souls struggling and screaming in the iron cage, was like a kind mother looking at their children in deep suffering, with pity and grief, despair and helplessness.

I could even faintly see the glittering halo floating on her head, and this halo always made me feel as if something was not quite right.

But before I could figure out what was wrong, I came back to my senses and found that there were less than five souls left in front of me and the flower-faced girl, that is, after this batch of souls was melted, the next batch would be ours.

That seems to be an interesting black leather man who came to the underworld for a day trip, so coincidentally, it happened to be the first one of our batch, it seems that he is going to make dumplings with the same batch as us, and it is also very fateful.

I took my eyes off the man in black and leather, swept the girl in the white dress who was still singing miserably, and swept the fat ghost in the flower shirt who only cared about drinking tea and listening to music, and continued to think about how to leave.

Although I am not afraid of dying again, I don't think I have the ability to clean up all the ghosts, snakes, and gods in this house.

And that useless bug is useless at this critical time, saying that it makes me hear the sound of food, but in this current situation, I can't tell who is the food, and I want to pull it out to think of some countermeasures together, and it quietly makes me feel that everything I have just experienced is just a hallucination caused by my hunger and sadness.

Alas...... Bugger? …… A white light flashed in my head.

Well—it doesn't seem to be useless.

When this batch of ghost corpses was salvaged by the whip ghosts, the black leather-clothed male ghost was unhurried, first looked left and right, and then took the lead in one of the iron cages very leisurely, found that I was looking at him, and grinned at me enthusiastically.

I'm sure that if it weren't for the fact that his hands were chained at this time, he would have enthusiastically held up his hands and said hello to me.

The relaxed behavior of the man in black leather made me scratch my head, and I couldn't help but be more curious about him. It's like queuing up for a shower and sauna!

I've lived for so many years, and I've seen people who are bolder than the sky, and I've seen people who are ruthless and brave to die, but I have never seen a man in black leather who can still maintain the optimism of being like this pile of slimy and disgusting minced meat that he is about to become.

I continued to look at the man in black leather for a while, and after making sure that the leisurely look in his expression was definitely not pretended, I began to wonder uncontrollably, did this ghost die in some mental hospital, and then caught here?

It's a pity that I don't have the leisure and leisure like him at the moment, and I can't afford to think wildly.

Then again, the one in front of me is the reaction of a normal ghost.

When the souls got into the iron cage one by one, the flower-faced girl saw that it was not her turn to enter the cage without two ghosts, and all of a sudden the whole ghost was not good, and her legs and feet were weak for a while, and she collapsed directly to the ground.

A whip ghost on the side saw that a soul had fallen here, but as if he was accustomed to the common strange and not strange, he looked away at a glance, and did not walk over and beat it with a whip as he did when the ghost door was closed.

Come to think of it, they probably thought that the souls that had already arrived in the Dementor Hall could not play any other tricks anyway, and they could not escape the fate of being thrown into the green pool in the end, no matter how hard they tried, it was just the difference between fast and slow.

I looked around for a moment, then crouched down and whispered in the flower-faced girl's ear, "Cry louder." ”

The flower-faced girl was only sobbing slightly, but now she was suddenly asked by me to cry uncontrollably, and looked up at me hesitantly, and then looked at the desperate eyes of the souls who were slowly being put into the green pool, and cried without hesitation.

The flower-faced girl cried fiercely, and the intensity of her misery was obviously disturbed, the fat ghost in the flower shirt who was sitting in the right seat listening to the music and drinking tea.

The fat ghost in the flower shirt opened his small eyes and looked at the flower-faced girl, looking at it, his already small eyes gradually narrowed into a slit, and slightly raised his jaw with a thick double chin, and motioned to the whip ghost on the side to deal with it.

The flower-faced girl saw two whip ghosts coming towards her, and as she continued to howl and cry, she raised her head and looked at me helplessly.

I whispered in the flower-faced girl's ear, "Keep crying, don't stop." ”

It wasn't until I got up that the flower-faced girl's expression changed when she looked at me, and she cried and shook her head in a panic.