The living walk on the ground of death.

John's audacity made the Grim Reaper look sideways.

Meet the two again.

One is the witch king of the wizarding world today, and the other is the god of death who left a legend.

"Now you're in the world of death," said the Grim Reaper, staring at John, "you're more irrational than I thought."

"I haven't forgotten that, Death."

John did not shy away from looking at him.

He was banished from the world, but he did not forget who did the good deeds.

The Grim Reaper laughed, "That's the world's choice, you can't resist the rules of the world."

"Really? But I'm back."

John said flatly, "Not only is he back, but he is still standing in front of you."

The Grim Reaper's laughter stopped abruptly, and he continued to stare at John, threatening, "It's not good to stand in front of me."

"yes, then you're going to shake my hand?"

Not to be outdone, the rebuff made the Grim Reaper fall silent.

John stepped forward.

"Hair can't support the weight of a living person, John." Death stopped him.

John raised an eyebrow, pulled out his Elder Wand, and said nonchalantly, "Okay, then another way."

On the other side of the river, vines and branches grew entangled.

Soon, an excellent wooden bridge was built.

John walked over and greeted him on the other side of the bridge, "Haven't you ever experienced building a bridge yourself?"

The Grim Reaper couldn't see his face clearly, but he really felt John's strength at the moment.

"Have you collected all the Deathly Hallows?"

Other than that, the Grim Reaper couldn't think of why John could ignore the rules of this dead world.

John shook the cloak of invisibility, "Apparently so."

This made the Grim Reaper feel bad.

Walking across the bridge, they officially step into the world of death.

"Should I call this the underworld, or death?"

"It's all right, Yellow Springs, the Underworld, Hell, whatever you like."

Death and John walked across the river, and they walked like friends.

Here, with its steel leaves and trees, the undead who walked across the river continued their journey.

"Extradition of the undead is the job of death." "You should know how powerful the Grim Reaper is here."

"Yes, I feel it, and now I feel like I'm omnipotent." John flicked his Elder Wand.

It felt like the dark dimension he had traveled to.

The energy brought by the extradition of the undead was enough for him to be called a demigod.

Wherever the Elder Wand pointed, the steel tree grew flowers and fruit.

Such a power makes the Grim Reaper look sideways.

"Your Power ......"

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

The Grim Reaper didn't go on.

Even if you hold a Deathly Hallows, you shouldn't have the ability to make steel trees bear fruit here.

John is special, the most special person the Grim Reaper has ever seen.

Surpassing the powerful wizards he had taken away, this young witch king had a special nature that even the Grim Reaper could not have imagined.

That's why the Grim Reaper maintains a friendly attitude towards a person who was once blacklisted.

Walk through this wood.

The fog and the wind and snow continued to blow.

The world seems to be inseparable from these, and there is cold wind and fog in every corner.

There are rivers where they flow, and in the waters they flow, there are sharp knives that can crush people at any moment.

There are many layers of ice on the ground.

When you step on it, you can feel it shattering.

The trembling undead walked by.

The world of death is finally seen.

"It looks like a canyon."

John looked at the world in surprise.

"Everyone can reach different places, some in hell and some in the underworld."

Death said lightly, "You are a living person, and the place you can reach is even more special."

"There is a woman here who has entered the world of death like you, but the difference is that she is betrayed by her father."

"Then she's really pitiful." John spoke pitifully, but was actually indifferent.

He looked at the Grim Reaper and said, "You don't seem to be going to do anything to me."

"Is it because of the rules?"

The Grim Reaper cannot do anything to the living, and the answer to this is given as early as the story of the three brothers.

John was still alive, and even in the world of the dead, he never died.

"You have special powers," said the Grim Reaper, "very special."

That's the power of the phoenix.

Able to come back from the dead.

John asked, "As the Grim Reaper, can you see death?"

Death shook his head, "Death is not as omnipotent as you think."

"This is the world of death, and death and souls are just ordinary existences here."

John nodded.

Just as wizards are gods to ordinary people, in the wizarding world, wizards are just ordinary residents.

John was skeptical of Death's words, but he didn't.

"You sent the undead, which pleased Death and allowed you to linger here."

The Grim Reaper's hood was blown up, revealing a white skeletal face.

"Is there a God above you?" John listened to him thoughtfully.

"Death is the true God, and we are but its incarnation."

Death raised his hand and looked at the fleshless palm, and he said, "As the embodiment of death, I'm not sure if I've ever lived."

"Not being born means not dying." John originally wanted to settle accounts with the Grim Reaper, but looking at his current appearance, he didn't care.

It seems that even the Grim Reaper can't escape some confusion.

Hearing this, the Grim Reaper looked at John meaningfully, "You're the only one who has been my friend."

"Friends?" John shook his head and smiled, "I didn't say that."

"Besides, didn't you have a friend before?"

"No, if you're talking about Ignotus Peverell, all I can say is that the story you've been circulating is a little off."

"The third of the three brothers, take off the cloak of invisibility and greet death at the end of his life like an old friend." John said, "I don't think there's much wrong with the story I know."

"It's true, but it's wrong."

The wind kept blowing on Death's hood, and he simply took it off.

"He was carried away by death, but he was not like a friend, or rather, death came to the door, and it was better to get out of it than to collapse."

The Grim Reaper said something unknowing, "Death cannot escape, and he discovers that the Cloak of Invisibility is beginning to sink into the flesh."

"He's going to be a Grim Reaper."

It's something that no one ever knew.

The humble third child.

When death came, he almost became a Grim Reaper.

The cloak of invisibility is embedded in the flesh, and his skin is being stripped away.

If you can't die, you become a god of death.

And the third child also saw the sad mission brought by the god of death, and he chose to give up the eternal extradition of the undead and become the last person taken away by the god of death.

This secret is known only to the Grim Reaper.

John glanced at the Grim Reaper and said lightly, "Your terrifying skills seem to be a bit clumsy."

The Grim Reaper laughed, "Well, you saw through it."

"I'll give you a chance to become a Grim Reaper, will you?"

"That's eternal life, but unfortunately I don't like eternal life."

John scoffed, "You'd better leave that to the next unlucky guy to get in here."

"You're smart," Death lamented, "and it would be nice to be friends with you."

"You can walk here as you please, it's your right, and I need to warn you that death can happen at any time."

Death walks into the mist.

John watched him leave, and it was better to be friends with death.

This guy always likes to pit people.

As a person who has been trapped, if John hadn't seen his good attitude, it is estimated that he would have started a fight by now.

I just don't know how much worse I am from death now.

With the power of extraditing the undead, John felt that it was not impossible to break his wrists.

Stepping forward, his cloak of invisibility turned into a black cloak in the world of death.

John took off his hood and walked forward.

This canyon-like place began to thin out after a distance ahead.

And in John's line of sight, a man appeared.

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