The silver-haired spirit leaped up and floated onto the long-eared rabbit's head before sitting down.
"Come with me."
She patted the long-eared rabbit's head. Her tone was firm and did not leave any room for refusal.
Hoffa was overjoyed. Happiness came too suddenly. Life was full of ups and downs. She still remembered him. Otherwise, why would she let him sit beside her? She must have been too busy to pay attention to him.
He eagerly climbed onto the long-eared rabbit's body and sat down beside her. The long-eared rabbit's body was huge, but it felt hollow when he sat on it.
Little Barty looked a little annoyed. He stood below and stared at the smiling Huo Fa, then looked at the cold silver-haired spirit. After some thought, he floated up and sat beside the two of them.
After the three of them sat down, the rabbit's ears grew very, very big. It flew up as light as a feather, just like a flying bird.
"Is this the magic you learned in the Underworld? It's amazing. "
Hoffa immediately clicked his tongue in admiration. "Can you teach me in the future?"
He flattered as soon as he sat on the rabbit's back. However, the silver-haired spirit put her hands on her knees and did not move at all.
Aglaia did not speak, nor did she pay attention to him. Hoffa looked at the long-eared rabbit below him. After racking his brain, he came up with a plan. "By the way, I have a joke about rabbits. Do you want to hear it?"
The silver-haired spirit still did not speak. The long-eared rabbit flapped its ears and went all the way up through the dark and gloomy giant's stomach.
Hoffa, who was ignored, scratched his head awkwardly. Fortunately, Buddy Jr, who was sitting behind him, came to his rescue. "A joke about rabbits. What's that?"
"Ha!"
Huo Fa was so grateful that he was about to cry. For the first time, he realized that Little Barty was actually cute.
He said excitedly, "Once upon a time, three little white rabbits picked a mushroom. The big one asked the small one to get some wild vegetables to eat. The little rabbit said, "I'm not going. If I leave, you will eat my mushrooms. "
The two older ones said, "It won't happen. Don't worry and go."
Hence, Little White Rabbit went. Half a year had passed, but Little White Rabbit still hadn't returned. The big one said, "It's not coming back. Let's eat."
Another big one said, "Let's wait a little longer."
A year had passed, but Little White Rabbit still hadn't returned. The two of them discussed, "There's no need to wait. Let's eat." At this moment, the little white rabbit suddenly jumped out from the nearby forest and said angrily, "Look! I knew you wanted to eat my mushrooms! "
"Hahahaha!"
After saying that, Hoffa laughed out loud. Buddy Jr. followed behind Hoffa and forced an awkward smile.
"Ahahaha!"
"Ahahaha."
"Aha …"
"Ah …"
“....”
However, as they laughed, the two of them fell silent. Because the silver-haired ghost was still motionless. His eyes, expression, and posture did not move at all, as if he had been petrified.
What was I saying just now!!
An invisible cold wind blew from his feet to the top of his head. Hoffa buried his face in his palms. He was so regretful that he wanted to find a hole to hide in. At this moment, he had no face. If he had a face, it would probably be bleeding.
Buddy Jr. leaned close to Hoffa's ear and said in a low voice, "In the days I've been in Hörheim, I've seen people coming over every day to flatter her and ask for a body. Their flattery is much louder than yours."
"How do they flatter her?"
Hoffa's face turned green and his hair stood on end.
"They would kneel down and kiss the ground in front of her. They would recite carefully arranged poems to her. Some would even place her statue on a shrine and worship it day and night."
"I see. No wonder!"
Hoffa gritted his teeth. "How did she react?"
"I think, it's about the same as it is now … But compared to your attitude, it's a little gentler."
Hoffa was so angry that smoke almost came out of his head. He thought of those people who fought with their hands, ate the soil, and crazily fought with each other. Could it be that in Aglaia's eyes, he was inferior to some ordinary ghosts of the Underworld?
No, that's impossible!
Or is my attitude not good enough?
Should I try kneeling down too?
Under the urging of some kind of panic and uneasiness, a demonic thought arose in his mind. As soon as it appeared, it galloped wildly in his mind like a wild horse.
In the end, he stood up shakily on the long-eared rabbit. He thought to himself, I've chased her all the way to the Underworld. What's a little dignity?
If only she could look at me and smile like in the past. How good would that be?
"Don't move."
The silver-haired ghost said coldly as soon as he lifted his butt a centimeter.
Hoffa sat down in frustration as his idea was seen through before it could be carried out. He thought to himself, "What the hell? I was seen through without doing anything." But on second thought, he was happy again. He hadn't even taken off his pants, and she already knew that he was going to fart. This must be the embodiment of great chemistry. He fantasized happily as he peeked at the familiar side profile. The more he looked, the more he fell in love.
The long-eared rabbit flew upward at a very fast speed. Huo Fa had seen a lot of giant organs and strange buildings on the way here, but this area was quite empty. The long-eared rabbit flew for a long time, but it could not see anything. Even the sun and the moon were covered by a thick fog. Huo Fa had been flying for a long time, but it could not see anything. Even the sun and the moon in the sky were covered by a thick fog.
The long-eared rabbit flew all the way to the giant's head before it stopped. It hovered on a spacious and lonely platform in the middle of the fog. On the platform, there was only a small space to rest. The rest of the space was filled with very sharp steel thorns.
Some of the thorns were more than ten meters tall and pointed to the sky like sharp swords. Some were only the size of a sewing needle, but they were densely packed all over the ground. They were stained with rusty blood and looked a little creepy.
The long-eared rabbit was very large and couldn't land on the thorns. The silver-haired ghost jumped down first. Hoffa quickly followed behind her, and Buddy Jr. followed behind Hoffa.
The platform was very small, and there were even fewer places to rest. Above the only places to rest was a long and narrow path. The path went all the way up to the top of the fog, and they couldn't see the end of it. Both sides of the path were filled with iron thorns of various sizes.
"Where is this?"
Hoffa seized the opportunity to get closer to Aglaia. He felt that she would definitely answer this question.
"The Path of Thorns."
Sure enough, the silver-haired ghost said concisely.
"Where is the Path of Thorns?" Hoffa continued to ask, pretending to be very curious.
Aglaia said curtly, "Let's go."
As she spoke, she floated up the thorn-covered steps.
Hoffa followed behind her, complaining in his heart. Would it kill her to say a few more words? He still remembered that 50 years ago, this girl was famous for being a chatterbox.
Rumble.
Before long, the ground shook slightly, and then the shaking became more and more violent.
A huge round stone rolled down from the top of the stairs. It was very loud and very fast.
Huo Fa and Little Barty were startled by the rolling boulder and quickly hid by the side of the road. Aglaea, on the other hand, was rather calm. She moved three steps to the left, and the boulder brushed past the tip of her nose. It was a close shave.
Boom!
The round stone heavily hit a huge iron thorn at the bottom of the stone platform and stopped.
"Is this some kind of trap?"
Buddy Jr. asked with lingering fear.
"I don't think so."
Hoffa said. He saw a figure running down the steps with firm but heavy steps. He quickly brushed past them without looking at them.
Different from the translucent ghost, this was a man with bronze skin. He was two meters tall and wore no clothes, only a piece of cloth. Every muscle on his body was bulging like a small hill. He quickly walked to the rolling stone. The stone was five meters in diameter, more than twice his height.
The bronze-skinned muscular man stood in front of the stone and lifted the heavy stone with great difficulty. He pushed it up with great difficulty, bit by bit, and pushed it up the Path of Thorns.
The stone slowly rolled up the stone steps. Every muscle on the man's body was trembling, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. Due to the tremendous pressure on his feet, cracks appeared on the thorny path one after another. The cracks were so deep that bones could be seen. They were so bloody that it was unbearable to look at.
Aglaia introduced the man to Hoffa. "This is Sisyphus. He once blasphemed against the God of Death and kidnapped the God of Death so that there would be no more death in the world. In the end, after the God of Death escaped, in order to punish him, he asked him to push a huge stone to the top of the mountain. Because the stone was too heavy, it would roll down the mountain before reaching the top, and all his previous efforts would be wasted. So he just kept repeating this work, again and again, year after year, without end. "
This was the first time Aglaia had said so much to Hoffa, but the excitement on Hoffa's face gradually disappeared and became serious.
After introducing the man who pushed the stone, Aglaia continued to lead the two of them up the Path of Thorns.
Not long after, they came to a fork in the path. The fork continued to go up, and the other side led to a floating cliff.
Mournful cries and screams came from the cliff.
Hoffa saw a man hanging on the cliff with his limbs tied to a stone pillar. His intestines and organs were pulled out of his torn chest and flowed to the ground. The air was filled with the strong smell of blood. In the air in front of him, there were dozens of red-eyed vultures. These vultures stretched out their bare necks and kept pecking at the man's intestines and heart.
The man who was being pecked by the vultures kept screaming. His eyes were bleeding because of the intense pain.
As the vultures pecked at his heart and liver, his heart and liver were growing at a speed visible to the naked eye. They could not be finished no matter how hard they tried.
"Prometheus."
Aglaia looked at the man and said calmly, "A saint who stole fire because he gave fire to humans and made them the spirit of all things. After his death, he was hung on the cliff of the Hörheim Path of Thorns by the Grim Reaper. Day and night, his heart and liver were pecked by vultures. Every day, after being eaten in the day, they would grow again at night. This cycle is endless."
Hoffa did not say a word. Buddy Jr shivered. The man who was wailing looked so miserable that even the most cold-blooded person could not help but look away.
But Aglaia did not have any sympathy. After she took Hoffa to see Prometheus, she continued to float up.
Along the way, they saw all kinds of prisoners. Some of them were locked in a circular cage and kept running, but they could never stop. Some were hung on a stake and kept being burned, but could not be burned to a crisp. Some were building dominoes, but were always pushed down at the last second before they were completed.
And so on …
Finally, they arrived at the top of the Path of Thorns.
At the top, there was a huge dome. It was the skull of a giant, and on the dome, there was a circular opening about ten meters in diameter.
The opening of the circular opening was about three meters away from the highest step of the Path of Thorns.
Outside the opening of the circular opening, there was a lush, vibrant green. It was a stark contrast to the darkness and cruelty of the Hörheim. Even though they were dozens of meters away, Hoffa could hear the birds chirping and the fragrance of flowers coming from the opening of the circular opening.
"This is …"
"That is the exit of the Hörheim. From there, you can return to the real world, the world of the living," Aglaia said calmly.
"What!?"
Hoffa was shocked. He did not expect Aglaia to bring him to the exit just like that. He ran toward the exit of the circular opening, but when he was about ten meters away from the opening, he was blocked by a transparent barrier. The transparent barrier rippled, and no matter how hard he pushed, he could not push it open.
Only then did he realize that inside the transparent barrier.
At the top of the Path of Thorns, there was a lonely figure under the opening of the circular opening.
It was an old man in ragged clothes. He stood under the opening of the circular opening and kept jumping, like a frog. He looked at the opening above him, and his face was filled with crazed desire.
Every time he jumped, he would be able to jump to a position extremely close to the opening, but he was always so close that he couldn't reach it.
"Who … Who is that?"
Hoffa asked Aglaia with a trembling voice.
Aglaia said, "He is Cadmus Pévlier, the ancestor of Salazar Slytherin, the man who developed the Art of Resurrection. As punishment, Death threw him at the top of the Hörheim Path of Thorns and made him look at the opening of the Hörheim. He did not put any shackles on him. The opening was 3.0001 meters above the ground, but Pévlier could only jump three meters at most. So he could only look at the opening and jump day and night, hoping that he could break his limit one day. However, tens of thousands of years have passed, and he has not been able to jump out. "
Even in the face of such a shocking scene, Aglaia's voice did not fluctuate at all. It was so calm that it was as if he was reciting a script. There was no emotion at all.
Huo Fa stood outside the barrier in a daze, looking at the man who was frog-hopping at the top. He sucked in a breath of cold air. It was only now that he realized that under the endless emptiness of Death's Arcane Realm, there was an extremely terrifying flow.
"By the way, I haven't told you."
Aglaia's cold and cruel voice sounded in his ears again. "Everyone on this Path of Thorns has played games with Death, and they all failed."
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