Seeing Buddy Jr squatting between two plants, Hoffa was stunned.
He had always thought that Buddy Jr had fallen into a coma because he had been hit by the cold wind of the Hörheim. He did not expect that his soul had also been dragged into the Underworld. It seemed that he had arrived earlier than him.
"Ba … Burp … Mr. He."
Buddy Jr rubbed his hands and smiled. "We … Burp … We meet again."
Not only was he smiling foolishly, but there were also a few bottles of alcohol scattered around him. His face was bright red, and it seemed that he had drunk too much.
"You can talk??"
Hoffa waved his hand in front of Buddy Jr's face, trying to confirm his mental state. This guy was still lying in Sparkle's arms a few days ago, babbling nonsense.
"Haven't I … Burp … been able to talk all this time?"
Buddy Jr looked at Hoffa in confusion, and then he was overjoyed. "Mr. Bach, are you here to save me?"
"I … I guess so." Hoffa thought about it, and pretended to agree. Denying it would make him seem distant, and there was no harm in admitting it.
"Burp … You're too nice. No one has ever been so nice to me!"
Little Barty, who was drunk, let out a loud burp and started crying. "When that person told me about it, I didn't believe it. Who would save someone like me? I didn't expect you to really come. Sob sob sob …"
He squatted on the ground and wiped his tears. He cried inexplicably.
"You can cross the Bridge of the Past in the Hörheim?" Hoffa looked at him and asked suspiciously. He did not think that Buddy Jr's mental strength could withstand the cruel wind of the Bridge of the Past.
"What Bridge of the Past … Burp …"
Buddy Jr looked up with tears on his face. "I just woke up and was brought here. That person told me to wait for you here. Unfortunately … Burp … I drank too much."
"So you threw the stone?"
Hoffa raised the stone in his hand.
"Yes, it's me. I'm sorry, Mr. Bach. I drank too much. It's nothing. I'm not very accurate," the drunk Buddy Jr. said.
Hoffa threw away the pebble and kicked away a few bottles beside Buddy Jr.'s feet. "Who told you to wait for me here?"
"I, I don't know. I've only seen him a few times … "
Buddy Jr shook his head. As he shook his head, the skin on his face suddenly fell off.
Yes, his whole face suddenly fell off and melted on the ground like melted wax, turning into a dense pile of worms, which gave Hoffa a fright.
He stared dumbfoundedly at Buddy Jr., who only had half of his head left. Countless worms were wriggling on the part of his face that had fallen off like the needles on a rag doll, revealing the transparent soul behind it.
In the market, a ghost lying behind a tavern scolded, "Don't disintegrate here. Do you think there aren't enough worms here?"
With that, the ghost behind the tavern flew into a broom. The broom came to life and started sweeping the ground. When it passed by Buddy Jr, the broom hit him hard on the leg. "Go back to the lower level!"
Buddy Jr's body was like a broken sack. After being hit by the broom, his leg split open, and a few more worms fell out. Hoffa's scalp went numb at the sight.
"Time's up again. I can't drink anymore."
Buddy Jr, who only had half of his head left, muttered helplessly.
"What's wrong with you?" Hoffa asked.
"Prosthesis. This body is fake. Someone made it for me. It barely allows me to experience the sensory stimulation of a living person. Otherwise, I can't even pick up a stone."
Buddy Jr said gloomily. After the prosthesis disappeared, he woke up from his drunken stupor. He raised the bottle in his hand and poured it on his head.
The wine passed through his transparent head and entered his body made of worms. It leaked out from his broken throat, but it was useless. He had no choice but to throw the bottle away.
It was only then that Huo Fa realized the difference between him and Little Barty. His spirit was so condensed that it had a physical form. He could touch things like wine bottles and stones, but most of the spirits floating around here did not have a physical form.
He couldn't help but shudder. "How long have you been here?"
Buddy Jr's ghost was at a loss. He counted with his fingers and stammered for a long time without giving a definite answer. In the end, he scratched his head and said, "I haven't exactly counted. I feel like it's only been a few days. However, since I came here, I feel that everything here is very familiar. It feels like I've been here for a long time. Mr. Bach, do you have this feeling?"
"I don't."
Hoffa said dryly.
Buddy Jr looked at him expectantly. "The person who gave me this body told me that as long as I find you, you can take me back to the world of the living. Is this true? Can you really take me back to the world of the living?"
"Who told you that?" Hoffa was puzzled.
"First, tell me if it's true!" Little Barty looked at him with a thirsty look.
"It … should be … true."
Hoffa was a little uncertain.
Buddy Jr stared at him.
"Okay, it's true. I'll take you out!"
Hoffa waved his hand impatiently. "But first, tell me who told you to find me!"
"You'll know when you come with me!"
Buddy Jr was instantly motivated after getting a positive answer. The remaining worms on his face trembled.
"Come here, Mas … Mr. Bach!"
He excitedly led Hoffa into the hollow giant's body. As he ran, the worms on his body fell off. It looked disgusting.
Hoffa frowned and followed behind him. Buddy Jr had been here for who knows how long, but he was very familiar with the environment.
They walked up steps that looked like blood vessels and jumped over bubbles that looked like platelets. They walked all the way down and finally stopped in front of a tunnel that looked like a large intestine. God knows how big the entrance was. It was round and seemed to have been there for countless years. It looked tattered and full of pits and holes. From time to time, there were things that looked like giant worms crawling slowly through the holes.
"What are those?" Hoffa looked at the worms that were crawling through the walls of the intestine and felt his hair stand on end.
"I don't know. They're the only living things here." Buddy Jr raised his hand. His palm turned into a pile of worms and fell to the ground. "They won't die, and they won't rot."
An elevator came out of the large intestine tunnel and stopped in front of the two.
Ding dong.
The elevator opened and a group of people came out. They were not wearing clothes and had complete bodies. Their faces were full of excitement and anticipation.
"How do you plan to die today?"
"Same old, drink until I die. I don't know how long this body can take this time. What about you?"
"I'm not drinking this time. I've thought of a new way to play."
"What way?"
"I plan to bathe in sulfuric acid."
"Hey, I've played with that kind of thing a long time ago. I can't feel anything except pain. "
"Then you won't expect it. I've decided to have XX with someone and then jump into a pool of sulfuric acid when it feels the best."
.....
The people in the elevator were talking about sensational things. They walked further and further away with their arms around each other's shoulders. Huo Fa looked at their backs in disbelief. He could feel that they weren't joking. They were talking very seriously.
"Let's go, Mr. Bach." Buddy Jr walked into the elevator and looked like he was used to it.
"What are they talking about?" Hoffa got into the elevator.
"Nothing. It's just a casual conversation."
Little Barty pressed the button at the end of the elevator.
Whoosh!
The elevator fell rapidly, even faster than the free fall on Earth. Not only was it faster, but the elevator was also spinning in circles in the large intestine.
Hoffa felt that if he still had a body, he would definitely be thrown out by the centrifugal force. Fortunately, he did not have a body.
The elevator went all the way down. After it fell, it moved horizontally.
The strong wind that passed through the gap in the large intestine blew Buddy Jr's body. His body gradually disintegrated into a pile of worms. The worms were blown away by the wind into the fog of the abyss, revealing his transparent soul body.
While moving at high speed, Hoffa saw another elevator fly in the opposite direction. There was another him inside, but the image only flashed and disappeared randomly. He was shocked. He quickly lay down in front of the broken elevator and looked at the flash of fog outside.
However, that scene was just his illusion. There was no other elevator outside the large intestine. There was only a giant island that looked like a pancreas and a towering tree that looked like an alveolar with pink balls hanging from it.
"Mr. Bach, don't look. There are too many strange things here." Buddy Jr said, "When I first came here, I was scared. But after being here for a few days, I realized that if I don't think about anything and don't care about anything, I'm fine. It's not bad. "
"It's not bad. Why do you want to go back?" Hoffa turned around and asked angrily.
"You'll know soon."
As he said that, the light gradually weakened as it descended. The vision of the sun and the moon shining together at the top was covered by the fog and other organs. The speed of the elevator gradually slowed down.
They came to a place like the bladder or pancreas of the giant. Compared to the prosperity and light of the giant's upper body, this place was dark and gloomy. The houses were tilted left and right. They were dark and brown, and it was impossible to see their original appearance.
Ding dong. The elevator reached the bottom.
As soon as the elevator opened.
Bang!
Half of a head full of worms smashed into Hoffa's side, giving him a fright.
It turned out that there were a few men lying on the ground on both sides of the road, wildly beating each other up. Their faces were bruised and their limbs were sent flying, but they didn't feel anything and continued to beat each other up tirelessly.
The ground was full of rotting potholes, and there were all kinds of worms in them, big and small. Their heads popped out of the ground and swayed aimlessly like grass or shrubs.
The further they went, the more people there were fighting each other. Some of the participants were brutally slaughtered, and their entire bodies were chopped off. They were sprawled on the toppled dark buildings and the wriggling worms. Some had broken limbs, and some had lost their heads. But they still enjoyed tearing each other apart.
"What are they doing? Is there a deep hatred between them?" Hoffa asked Buddy Jr.
"No, there is no conflict here," Buddy Jr said.
"Then why are they fighting?"
"Because bodies are ephemeral to them."
Little Barty said sorrowfully, "Here, there's almost no end to time. There's no concept of death, no concept of change, and no concept of feelings. There's no sense of taste, touch, pain, or smell. There's nothing. Only with a body can the people here barely experience what it's like to be alive."
There was nothing …
Hoffa pursed his lips. For some reason, he suddenly thought of the mimic monster that Grindelwald had summoned to the real world. It was also made up of countless worms. As soon as it landed, it was so excited that it couldn't control itself. It even lay on the ground and ate dirt.
Was this the price of eternity?
He looked at the people fighting crazily and was secretly shocked.
Along the way, the atmosphere was strange and unimaginable.
On the dark island of pancreas, the scenes became more and more exciting. For example, a group of men gathered together to punch each other, a group of women lay on the ground and ate dirt, and a few children who only had half of their bodies left raised their arms and laughed as they hit each other.
There was nothing in their eyes, only a long and boundless emptiness. It seemed that only the most extreme stimuli could make them feel like they existed.
When they reached the bottom of the pancreas, the extreme brawl and the specter of Satan gradually disappeared. Only some half-human, half-insect remains were left on the ground. They were scattered on the ground like abandoned toys. They slowly turned back into insects from their human forms.
It was a scene of devastation like a junkyard.
A few giant stone puppets walked in the junkyard. They used stone troughs to scoop up the bodies and insects on the ground. Then, they carried the troughs filled with insects and silently entered a large iron door on the ground.
"The person who told me to find you is inside." Buddy Jr pointed at the iron door.
Hoffa was silent. At this moment, a strong feeling appeared in his heart. It was a mixture of uneasiness and excitement. He couldn't help but quicken his pace, and his breathing became more and more rapid.
Huo Fa followed the stone puppets who were holding the stone troughs. Large iron doors opened one after another in front of him, and they walked into a long and dark underground corridor. The ceiling here was very high. On the right, there was a row of burning torches, emitting a deep orange light.
The uneasiness and excitement grew stronger and stronger. Hoffa almost fainted. Even though they were separated by an unknown number of dimensions, he could feel his heart beating wildly in an unknown place. It was twitching violently, hovering between life and death.
His footsteps staggered as he ran.
The stone puppets disappeared into an iron door in the deepest part of the corridor.
Huo Fa rushed forward. Unexpectedly, a three-meter-tall metal armor clanked as it walked over and blocked the two of them.
"Hey, who are you? This is the Witch's work area. Don't trespass!" The metal armor's hollow helmet made a sound of metal clashing.
Buddy Jr was confused. "Hey, didn't that lady ask me to bring him here?"
"Bring him here, but she didn't say she wanted to see him. The Witch is so busy. She can't just meet anyone. Go, go, go. Get out of here … "
Before the metal armor could finish speaking, Hoffa had already rushed out. It couldn't help but shout anxiously behind Hoffa. "Hey, you, what's wrong with you!!?"
Hoffa couldn't hear the metal armor or Buddy Jr's voice at all. Ever since he came here, the feeling of foreboding had almost swallowed him up. He knew exactly what was waiting for him in front. He knew very well.
That feeling of foreboding urged him to keep running until he was out of breath.
A huge iron door appeared in front of him. It was getting closer and closer. Hoffa didn't say anything. He slammed his head into the door and smashed it open.
Boom.
The scene in front of him made his body tremble. He stood there motionless.
In the dark underground cave, the floor was covered with moldy carpets. They used to be gorgeous, but now they were faded and covered with dust. The gold decorations on the fabric were still faintly visible, flickering intermittently between dull gray and mottled green.
On the carpet.
A transparent silver-haired girl had her back to him.
She floated in the air, facing a huge crucible that was as tall as two people. She slowly moved her arm. A huge stone puppet stood beside her, mimicking her movements. It used a stone rod to stir the crucible.
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