The ghost of silver hair jumped up, floated to the head of the rabbit and sat down.

"Come with me."

She patted the rabbit's head in a tone that could not be refuted, and there was no room for rejection.

Hoffa was overjoyed. Happiness came too suddenly, and so were the ups and downs of life. Sure enough, she still remembers herself. Otherwise, how could she let herself sit beside her? She must have been too busy just now, so she didn't have time to pay attention to herself.

He climbed up the rabbit's body, ran to her and sat down. The long eared rabbit has a big body, but it feels hollow after sitting on it.

Little Barty's face was a little annoyed. He stood staring at Hoffa with a smile and a cold face of the ghost with silver hair. After thinking about it, he floated up and sat down beside them.

After the three people sat down, the rabbit's ears grew very big. It floated up like a bird.

"Is that the magic you learned in the underworld? It's amazing

Hoffa immediately exclaimed, "can you teach me later?"

As soon as he sat on the back of the rabbit, he began to flatter, but the Silver Ghost put his hand on his knee, completely unmoved.

Agraia didn't talk, and he didn't care about himself. Hoffa looked at the rabbit under him. After racking his brains, he had a plan: "by the way, I have a joke about rabbits. Do you want to hear it?"

The silver haired ghost still did not speak, and the long eared rabbit fanned his ears all the way up through the organs of the dark giant's belly.

Hoffa, who was ignored, scratched his head awkwardly. Fortunately, little Barty, who was sitting behind him, came to help him out: "what's the joke about rabbits?"

"Ha

Hoffa was so grateful that he began to cry. For the first time, he found that little Patty was cute.

He said excitedly: "once upon a time, three little white rabbits picked a mushroom, and the big one asked the small one to get some wild vegetables to eat together. "I'm not going," said the little rabbit. If I go, you will eat my mushrooms. "

The two big ones said, "no, don't worry about it."

So the little white rabbit went. Half a year later, little white rabbit has not come back. One big one said, "it won't come back. Let's eat."

The other big one said, "wait a minute."

A year later, the little white rabbit has not come back. Two big discussions: "don't wait, let's eat." Just then, the little white rabbit suddenly jumped out of the nearby jungle and said angrily, "look! I knew you were going to eat my mushrooms

"Ha ha ha ha ha!"

With that, Hoffa burst out laughing. Little Barty followed Hoffa, forced to smile.

"Aha ha ha"

"aha ha."

"Aha..."

"ah..."

"....

but with a smile... They were silent. Because the ghost with silver hair still doesn't move, its eyes don't move, its expression doesn't move, its posture doesn't move, it seems to be petrified.

What the hell am I talking about!!

An unseen cold wind blew from his feet to his head. Hoffa buried his face in the palm of his hand. He regretted that he wanted to find a crack in the ground. He has no face at the moment. If he has a face, it is estimated that he will be almost red.

"I've been in herheim these days, and every day I've seen people come to flatter her and ask for a body. They flatter her more loudly than you do," Patty whispered

"How did they do it?"

Hoffa's face was green and his heart was hairy.

"They will kneel down, kiss the land in front of her, recite her carefully arranged poems, and some even offer her statue in a shrine, day and night."

"I see. No wonder!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth: "how did she react?"

"It seems that it's about the same as now... But it's a little more moderate than your attitude."

Hoffa was almost too angry to smoke. He thought of those who rushed, ate dirt, and fought with each other crazily. Could he not compare with some ordinary ghosts of the underworld in the eyes of agraia?

No, it's impossible!

Or is your attitude not good enough?

Why don't you try kneeling yourself?

Under the urge of some kind of panic, a devil's idea rose in his mind. As soon as it appeared, it galloped wildly in his mind, like a runaway wild horse.

Finally, he stood up trembling on the long eared rabbit, thinking that he had come to the underworld. What was that dignity?

If only she could see herself smile, as she used to.

"Don't move."

He just raised a centimeter, the Silver Ghost said coldly.

The idea was seen through before it was implemented. Hoffa sat down with great chagrin, thinking that he was seen through without doing anything. But on second thought, he was happy again. Before he took off his pants, the other party knew that he wanted to fart, which must be the embodiment of tacit understanding. He was fantasizing, secretly looking at the familiar side face, the more he looked, the more he loved.The rabbit flies up all the way, very fast. However, it was not the same road as when he came down. On the way back, Hoffa had seen many huge organs and strange buildings, but this area was quite empty. Long eared rabbits had been flying for a long time and could not see anything. Even the sun and moon on the top were covered by thick fog.

The rabbit didn't stop until it reached the giant's head. Hovered in the dense fog of an open and lonely air platform, on the platform, only a small foothold, other places, are very sharp steel thorns.

Some of the thorns are more than ten meters high, pointing straight to the sky like a sword, while others are only the size of a sewing needle, but they are all over the ground, stained with rust colored blood, and look creepy.

The rabbit was too big to land on the thorns. The silver haired ghost jumped first. Hoffa followed her, and little Barty followed Hoffa.

The platform is very small, and there are fewer places to settle down. On the only place to settle down, there is a narrow path. The path goes up, leading to a high place in the fog, and you can't see the end at a glance. On both sides of the road are big or small iron thorns.

"Where is this?"

Hoffa seized the opportunity to get close to agleia. He felt that the other side would answer this question.

"The way of thorns."

Sure enough, the ghost with silver hair said simply.

"Where is the way of thorns?" Hoffa continued, pretending to be really curious.

Agraia said briefly, "go."

Then she floated up the thorny steps.

Hough, behind her, make complaints about herself, will she die if she speaks more? He remembers that 50 years ago, this guy was a famous talker.

Boom.

Not far away, the ground vibrated slightly, and then the vibration became more and more severe.

A huge round stone rolled down the high steps. It's huge and fast.

Startled by the falling Boulder, Hoffa and Barty quickly hide beside the road. Agraia seems quite calm. She moves three steps to her left, and the stone rolls past her nose. It looks very dangerous.

Boom!!

The round stone heavily hit a huge iron thorn at the bottom of the stone platform and stopped.

"What kind of trap is this?"

Little Barty asked with a lingering fear.

"I don't think so."

Said Hoffa, who saw a figure running down the steps with a firm but heavy step, and soon passed them without squinting.

Different from the translucent ghost, he was a man with bronze skin. He was two meters tall. He didn't wear any clothes. He only had a pocket crotch cloth. Every muscle of him was as high as a hill. He was very developed. He quickly came to the rolling round stone, which was five meters in diameter, more than twice his height.

I saw the bronze muscle man standing in front of the boulder, extremely difficult to carry the heavy Boulder, extremely difficult to push it, a little bit of the stone moved up, to the height of the thorn road.

The stone rolled slowly on the stone steps. Every muscle of the man under the stone was shaking, and his forehead was blue. Because of the huge pressure on his feet, he scraped one crack after another on the road full of thorns. Deep bone and flesh can be seen. People can't bear to look directly at him.

Agraia introduced himself to Hoffa: "this is Sisyphus, who once desecrated and kidnapped the God of death, so that there was no death in the world. Finally, after death got out of trouble, in order to punish him, he asked him to push a huge stone to the top of the mountain. Because the huge stone was too heavy, he often rolled down the mountain before he reached the top of the mountain. So he repeated the work over and over again, year after year, never ending. "

It was the first time that aglea had talked so much with Hoffa, but the excitement on Hoffa's face gradually disappeared and became dignified.

After introducing the man who pushed the stone, aglia continued to take them up the road of thorns.

Before long, they came to a fork in the road, which continued upward on one side and led to a floating cliff on the other.

From the cliff came the shrill wails and screams.

Hoffa saw a man hanging on a cliff, his limbs tied to a stone pillar, his intestines and organs pulled out of his torn chest and flowing to the ground. There was a strong smell of blood in the air. In the air in front of him, there were more than a dozen red eyed vultures flying. Those vultures stretched their bare necks and kept pecking at the man's intestines and heart.

The vulture kept pecking at the heart of the man's shrill cry, eyes because of intense pain and shed blood and tears.

While the vultures pecked at his heart and liver, his heart and liver grew at the speed visible to the naked eye and could not eat up.

"Prometheus."

Agraia looked at the man and said faintly: "the saint of stealing fire, because he gave the flame to human beings, let people become the spirit of all things. After death, he was hanged by death on the cliff of herheim's thorny road. Day and night, he was pecked by Eagles. After eating every day, he grew up again at night. This cycle never ends."Hoffa didn't say a word, and little Barty shivered. The wailing man looked so miserable that even the coldest man couldn't help looking away.

But agraea had no sympathy. She took Hoffa to see Prometheus and continued to float up.

Along the way, they saw all kinds of prisoners, some in a ring cage, running, but never stopping. There are people who are hung on the rack and constantly burned, but they can't be burned into coke. There are always building dominoes, but they are always pushed in the last second before reaching.

And so on...

finally, they came to the top of this thorny road.

On the top floor, there is a huge dome, which is the giant's skull. On the dome, there is a ring opening about 10 meters in diameter.

The opening of the ring is about three meters high from the highest step of the thorn road.

Outside the opening of the ring, there is a vibrant green. In sharp contrast to the darkness and cruelty of herheim, Hoffa could hear the sound of birds and flowers coming from the opening of the ring even tens of meters away.

"This is...

" that's herheim's exit. Where you go, you can go back to the real world, the world of living people. " Agraia said faintly.

"What

Hoffa was shocked. He didn't expect that aglea would bring himself to the exit. He raised his leg and ran to the exit of the circle. However, he was stopped by a transparent border ten meters away from the circle. The transparent border was waving water lines, no matter how he pushed, he couldn't push it away.

At this time, he found that in the transparent boundary.

At the top of the road of thorns, under the ring exit, there is a lonely figure.

It was an old man in rags. He stood at the exit of the circle, jumping, jumping, like a frog. He looked at the exit close to his head, and his face was full of crazy desire.

Every time he jumps, he can jump to the position very close to the exit, but it's so close that he can't reach the exit.

"That's... Who's that?"

Hoffa asked agraia in a trembling voice.

Agraia: "he was Cadmus peverier, the ancestor of Salazar Slytherin, the man who developed resurrection. As punishment, death left him at the top of herheim's thorny path, let him see herheim's exit, and did not put any shackles on him. The exit is 3.0001 meters from the ground, but peverier can only jump to three meters at most, so he can only watch the exit, jumping day and night, looking forward to the day when he can break the limit. However, tens of thousands of years have passed, and he has not been able to jump out. "

Even in the face of such a sensational scene, aglia's voice is still without any fluctuations, calm as if reciting the script, without any emotion at all.

Hoffa stood stupidly outside the border, looking at the man who was leaping frog at the top, and took a breath of air. Until then, he realized the extreme terror flowing under the endless emptiness of the secret place of death.

"By the way, I haven't told you yet."

Agleia's cold and cruel voice came from his ear again: "all the people on this thorny road have played games with death, and they have all failed."