"Aglaia?! Is that you, Aglaia? "
Seeing the transparent silvery figure floating in the air, Hoffa was so excited that his whole body was trembling. He reached out his hand and staggered forward like a drunkard.
At this moment, he seemed to have seen his own heart more clearly. He was probably not a rational person. On the contrary, he was so excited that his chest was about to explode. That was an unimaginable love, yearning for years, and the joy of achieving his long-cherished wish.
He reached out his hand, longing and fearful. Slowly, he came to the bottom of the spirit and looked up at her.
Yes, without a doubt, although her body was shining with a transparent fluorescent light and did not have a physical body, her blue eyes, delicate facial features, and the face that he yearned for day and night, was indeed his former classmate, the girl who pulled him back from the brink of death, the friend who gave him life and hope.
"Ah … Aglaia?"
Hoffa waved his hand below her, trying to attract the spirit's attention. "Hey, it's me, I'm here to see you!!"
But strangely, the silver-haired spirit maintained a completely expressionless face, as if she did not hear him, no matter how Hoffa called her. She maintained an absolutely expressionless face, no state, and only focused on stirring the crucible in front of her.
"What are you doing?"
Surging emotions impacted Hoffa's mind. He did not even notice the abnormality of the silver spirit. With almost uncontrollable emotions, he quickly climbed up the crucible. In the crucible, there was an unknown transparent liquid boiling. It was boiling and bubbling, very sticky, like glue.
"I'm here to see you, Aglaia."
Hoffa climbed on the edge of the crucible and said excitedly, "I've found a way to resurrect, do you know?"
The flying silver spirit frowned slightly. Hoffa immediately trembled in nervousness. Did he say something wrong?
His brows relaxed.
The silver-haired spirit raised her arm and snapped her fingers.
A stone puppet walked out of the dark cave, holding a stone trough. The stone trough was filled with wriggling worms, thousands of them.
"Say something, Aglaia. Why aren't you saying anything?"
The spirit was not in a hurry, and her indifferent attitude made Hoffa's heart skip a beat. His voice trembled. "Tell me … tell me, say something, anything!"
The silver-haired spirit did not look at him, nor did she say anything. She changed her action and twirled her hand, looking very elegant. Following her action, the stone puppet in the cave also reached out its hand. It picked up something white and sprinkled it into the transparent crucible. the boiling liquid in the crucible turned into a milky liquid and calmed down.
"What happened, 50 years, you still remember me?"
Huo Fa stammered. The silver ghost's silence terrified him.
He could feel a raging flame burning in his heart. That flame was more vigorous than ever before, but also more fragile than ever before. He almost had no way to stabilize his body.
She still did not say anything.
After the stirring of the crucible was completed, the silver-haired ghost moved to another position and made a scooping motion. The stone puppet beside her also stood up and imitated her actions. It scooped out a ball of milky white liquid from the crucible and poured it over the worms in the stone trough.
Suddenly, the densely packed insects gathered together in an orderly manner, forming a white human body that floated out of the water tank.
Aglaia waved her hand, and the male human body in the trough was lifted away and sent into the distant darkness. The opening at the top opened, and another group of worms was poured into the trough. Aglaia repeated the previous action, controlling the stone puppet to scoop out the milky liquid from the crucible and pour it on the worms.
This time, the worms gathered together and formed a female human body. She waved her hand again, and the female human body was also lifted away by a rope and sent into the endless darkness.
Just like that, she repeated the action, focused and precise.
Hoffa did not say anything. He licked his lips and calmed down a little. So, the temporary bodies of those guys outside were all created by Aglaia?
She was doing this kind of work in the Underworld?
How many years? 50 years …?
His heart was in pain.
"Look at me, look at me, look at me … I beg you …"
He leaned on the crucible, tilted his head, and forced his face to the side of the other party's neck, terrified and uneasy.
Finally, under his insistence, the other party's gaze moved away from the work at hand and swept across his face. It stayed on his face for about 0.1 seconds, and then moved away.
What kind of gaze was that? Hoffa felt that it was incomparably calm, as calm as the water of the Dead Sea. There was no emotion in it, and it was so calm that it was numb. He had no idea what she was thinking.
"What happened … Tell me what happened …"
Hoffa's voice went from agitated to soft. He sat on the crucible blankly, and his face was filled with confusion.
One by one, new bodies appeared from the stone trough and were lifted away. The worms were used up, and the crucible was almost empty. The silver-haired spirit slowly descended from the air and snapped her fingers again.
Thump, thump, thump, thump … The guard in metal armor walked in from outside the cave.
"Who allowed you to bring random people in?"
The silver-haired spirit asked expressionlessly, and her voice revealed a hint of tiredness.
"I did not stop him, my lord. I am very sorry, I am useless. No one is more negligent than me. Please give me another chance. "The metal armor said in a metallic voice.
"Take him away." The silver-haired spirit said curtly.
"Yes."
The metal armor took a step forward, and with his three-meter-tall body, he held Hoffa's shoulders and carried him down from the crucible. He then put him under his armpit and walked out without hesitation. As he walked, he chattered, "Sir, you can do whatever you want in other places, but if you want a new body, I advise you to line up obediently. After all, if you offend the witch, you will …"
Bam!!
Huo Fa abruptly raised his hand and swung a heavy fist, directly smashing the pile of armor into a pile of scrap parts. They clanged and clanged as they fell to the ground and hit the cave wall.
"Don't you dare touch me!"
He roared in anger.
Then, he suppressed his rising emotions and returned to the silver-haired spirit.
"Aglaia … Aglaia …"
Hoffa reached out his trembling hand, trying to touch the figure in front of him. "Why did you see me … Why didn't you react at all? Do you even recognize me?"
His hand went straight through her face, and he did not feel anything. It was no different from touching air. Even so, the silver-haired spirit in front of him turned her head and looked extremely cold.
"I really, really miss you. I have so many things to say to you. "
"Keep them." The silver-haired spirit said to him. "I don't want to hear them."
"Ugh …!???"
Hoffa's stomach full of words was forcefully choked in his chest, and he could not say a word. It was as if a pair of invisible hands were choking his throat.
On the other side, the pile of metal parts that had been scattered by him reassembled into a complete armored man. Nothing had changed.
It walked up to Hoffa and pressed down on his shoulder. It said righteously, "Sir, why did you attack without saying anything? Did the life in the Hörheim not erase the resentment you accumulated in the mortal world? This is not right. First come first serve everywhere …"
"Go away! Don't you think you're annoying?! "
Bang!!
Another punch.
He hit the metal armor with a loud bang, but this time, it didn't shatter into pieces. Instead, the metal fist grabbed Huo Fa's spiritual body. The force was so great that he couldn't move an inch forward. The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, and the metal armor slowly pressed his hand down.
"It seems that you've just died and don't know the rules of Helheim. There's no need for uniqueness, individuality, or special souls here. All the hot-tempered, fanatical, turbulent, and sharp guys will have their edges and corners smoothed here. If you don't want to be hung on the path of thorns, I advise you to maintain a respectful attitude towards everything here! "
After that, it took a step forward, and two more metal arms stretched out from its back. Its four hands firmly held Hoffa's shoulder and dragged him out of the dark cave. Then, it threw him out.
Bang!
The metal armor closed the door.
Hoffa, who was in a daze, rolled on the ground twice. He looked up at the closed door and threw himself back in.
"Why are you doing this to me!! Aglaia, I will get you out of here, I found a way!!! "
He shouted through the door.
There was no response.
"Aglaia, why aren't you saying anything? Is there something you can't say? Is there something you want to say? Can you give me a hint?!"
There was no reply from the door. There was no sound.
"Open the door!"
"Open the door!"
.....
As he shouted, he could not take it anymore. He grabbed his head and sat down.
This was the first time Hoffa had to endure this kind of suffocation. This feeling was indescribable. They were only separated by a door, but it was more distant than life and death. This made him feel powerless.
He wanted to shout something like "If you don't come out to see me, I will die here", but then he remembered that he was already dead. This made him feel sad.
What was Aglaia thinking? Was 50 years too long? Had she forgotten everything? But even if she had forgotten him, she should not be so cold.
The more he thought about it, the more upset he felt. There was nothing he could do about it. In the past, he had more or less heard that a woman's heart was like a needle at the bottom of the sea. However, he had always scoffed at it, or perhaps he did not care at all. That was because he did not care about the women who passed by him. What they thought and did had nothing to do with him.
However, when he really cared about it, he realized that it was really a torture. If the person he loved did not love him back, then no matter what he did, it would be useless. No matter what he said, it would be superfluous. The best thing to do was to disappear.
This cruel reality was hard for him to accept.
Clang clang clang!
Something sounded like a gong or drum.
Short metal armors crawled out from the stone tower high above the pancreatic island.
"Hey, if you need a body, come here and get it."
Along with the voice, on the tower.
A huge stone trough fell down.
White corpses fell from the tall stone tower onto the ground. Their bodies were covered in mucus. There were both men and women among them. They were piled on the ground, their limbs unconsciously bent, like a pile of dolls stacked together.
Then, countless ghosts gathered from all directions. They were wearing clothes as they rustled and occupied the naked clothes one by one.
The bodies stood up from the ground. They looked at each other's brand-new bodies and said with a grin.
"There's a new toy. I've been waiting for a long time …"
"How do you want to die?"
"How about you let me chop your head off this time?"
"Won't that be too fast? If you die too fast, you'll have to wait for a long time. Why don't you chop off your limbs first?"
"You didn't say that when you chopped me in half last time."
"Must I chop off your head?"
"Then I'll f * ck you first before you chop off your head. Your body is not bad this time."
"Line up. There are 50 in front of you."
"What if you're broken?"
"Next time then."
.....
.....
Hoffa did not have the mood to care about what the ghosts of the Underworld were saying or doing. He sat on the ground covered in worms, dumbfounded, and let the extreme confusion drown him.
He had imagined tens of thousands of times what he would say to Aglaia if he could see her again, but he did not expect that everything would change when he saw her.
She was no longer the proud and willful Ravenclaw girl he knew. She had become abnormally cold and strange, as if there were layers of invisible hard shells wrapped around her. He could not see her true appearance, nor could he tell her true identity.
After sitting on the ground for a long time, another transparent ghost floated over from afar and landed beside Hoffa. It was Buddy Jr.
"Mr. Bach, what's wrong with you? You look so desperate. "
Buddy Jr asked uneasily.
Hoffa was immersed in pessimism and did not know who had come. It was not until the ghost called Mr. Bach a few times in his ear that he came back to his senses and looked at the ghost beside him.
"Buddy Jr …" he said in a daze. "Was she the one who gave you your body?"
"Yes, when I was brought into the Hörheim by the wind, I met the witch. She brought me here."
"Did she say anything to you?"
"Nothing. I saw her when I landed. Only when she gave me my body did she tell me to wait for you at the entrance if I wanted to leave. She said you would take me back."
"She told you this herself?"
"Yes."
"Did she say anything else?"
"No, I didn't say anything else."
After a pause, Buddy Jr asked uneasily.
"You know her?"
Hoffa did not answer. In his despair, he saw some hope.
"Let's not talk about this first. Can we still go back, Mr. Bach?" Buddy Jr stared at him, looking extremely worried.
"Go back where?" Hoffa asked blankly.
"Go back to the real world …" Buddy Jr said anxiously. "There … there is nothing here. There is no food, no taste, no touch, no smell, nothing. I feel like I'm going crazy. "
Hoffa gradually recovered from the uneasiness of being left out. Go back? How could he go back? He did not know. Mille told him to go back as soon as the time was up, but he was afraid that he had been trapped in Hörheim for a long time. He did not know what was going on outside. Had the Top Three begun? How far had the Grindelwald's plan been executed?
Gradually, Hoffa calmed down. He walked back and forth on the ground with his hands behind his back, frowning in thought. Aglaia accurately found Buddy Jr and asked Buddy Jr to find him. This meant that she had not forgotten about him at all. And the only thing she said to him was, "Keep it, I don't want to hear it."
If she really did not remember him, she would definitely ask him who he was. But she did not ask. This meant that not only did she remember him, she might even know some very important information. She just did not say it for some reason.
After walking around for a long time, he stopped. He felt that he should not give up. He had already come this far, and there was no turning back if he gave up now.
Then, he suddenly thought of the big black guy named Avada. He said that in the Underworld, he could get anything as long as he was willing to play a game with the Grim Reaper.
"No, no, I have to find Avada …"
Hoffa frowned and said to himself, "The Grim Reaper must have done something to her. I have to get the answer to this question …"
Hearing him talking to himself, Buddy Jr was shocked and quickly got up to stop him. "Ah! You can't go find that guy! "
"Why?" Hoffa did not understand.
Little Barty was obviously very nervous. He nervously looked around and whispered, "In the past few days that I've been here, the thing that I've heard the most from the ghosts is that in Helheim, you can do anything you want. The only thing that you can't do is to have anything to do with Avada. Anyone who has anything to do with him will end up in a terrible state."
"How terrible?"
"I … I've only heard about it. They said that as long as you don't get within ten meters of that guy, you can do anything in Hörheim."
"You can do anything. What is there to do here? There is no food, no smell, no body, no senses. Other than bugs, there is nothing here. "
With that, Hoffa got up and was about to leave.
"No!" Buddy Jr was actually anxious. He stood up agitatedly. "That's just a woman. What are you thinking about, Master!! Why are you so distracted after seeing her? Although she is very beautiful, she might be a woman who died many years ago. As long as we find a way to return to the real world, what kind of woman can't we have?! "
Silence.
Hoffa slowly narrowed his eyes and turned his head to stare at Buddy Jr. He stared at him until Buddy Jr stepped back and laughed awkwardly.
"What did you just call me?" he asked with an unfriendly gaze.
Buddy Jr rubbed his head awkwardly and leaned against a protruding rock. He stammered, "I … I'm sorry, Mr. Bach. I … I couldn't control myself."
"You couldn't control yourself?"
Hoffa sneered. "I've said it before. What I do has nothing to do with you. Don't always follow me. I'm not the Lord Voldemort, and you're not my servant. "
With that, he pushed Buddy Jr away and walked straight to the elevator of the pancreatic island.
"Hey, Mas … Bah bah bah bah. Mr. Bach, wait for me!" Buddy Jr hurriedly chased after him. "Think about it again!"
"Get lost." Hoffa was very irritated and didn't stop walking.
Creak!
But at this moment.
The sound of the iron door behind him made him stop abruptly.
He turned his head at lightning speed. The iron door that was closed by the metal armor was pushed open again at this moment. The silver-haired spirit girl stood in front of the corridor. He still looked as if he was used to it, and his expression was lifeless. Behind her stood a huge stone puppet.
All his emotions disappeared. Hoffa rushed back to her in the most standard posture of a bootlicker and stood in front of her. The thousands of words in his mind were stuck in his mouth uncontrollably, and they all wanted to squeeze out.
But before he could open his mouth to speak. The silver-haired spirit was the first to speak. "Shut up."
Hoffa shut up.
She stretched out her hand and made a gesture of opening the lid.
Rumble, rumble.
The huge stone puppet behind her opened a stone jar high up. It poured down.
Thud.
A ball of sticky white stuff fell from high up and fell in front of Hoffa with a thud.
Then, the strange white ball of meat on the ground wriggled and changed shape, elongating and hardening. In the end, it turned into a rabbit the size of an African elephant, and its ears were surprisingly big. After flapping its ears, it slowly knelt down in front of the silver-haired spirit.
The silver-haired spirit stepped on the rabbit's body and said briefly, "Follow me."
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