Chapter 315

The bridge of the underworld, greendevo left, but Hoffa is facing unprecedented test.

If someone had told him before that there was a bridge built underwater, he would have realized that the man was crazy or completely ignorant.

But now, a real and strange scene happened in front of him.

Countless ghosts of the dead meander through the air 100 meters above the ancient bridge deck of herheim, forming a river composed of souls.

Under the torrent of soul and on the bridge deck, the cold wind roars, and the temperature is like black ice. I don't know how fast it is. That gust of wind is so strange, blowing forward for a while, blowing back for a while.

Because the stone tablet is so heavy, Hoffa and herheim's stone bearers can't even turn around. They can only move forward inertia. At the beginning, they still rely on their legs to stagger forward, but gradually, the wind makes their whole body lie down.

He could see with his own eyes that the bodies of the people who were also carrying heavy stone tablets in front of him were blown away by the strong wind, and some things similar to body fragments were peeled off in the fog. After a closer look, he could see that they were ears, fingers, ribs, or maggots, which rolled in the air, hit Hoffa on the cheek, and turned to ashes in the blink of an eye under the strong wind. As if it was not the cold wind blowing by, but the flame.

What's more, they were overwhelmed and perished on the ground. Even people and steles were swept into the air by the strong wind and disappeared. Even the howling sound was drowned by the strong wind.

On the bridge of the past, Hoffa trudged very hard. Thanks to his superior mental strength, he could barely keep his body intact. Looking at some ghosts flying overhead, he knew that as long as he loosened the chain and was willing to throw away the stone tablet, he could fly to the sky like those ghosts.

But he knew instinctively that if he did this, he would lose all his memories in an instant, including agraia, Miranda, Chloe, grindevo and Silby. All the things and stories he had experienced would be forgotten in an instant, which he could not accept.

As a result, he, like others on the bridge of herheim, had to hobble along even though it was extremely difficult. Towards the giant eagle looking left and right in the distance.

I don't know how long it took, how many crazy winds before and after.

By the time Hoffa reached the edge of the bridge, there was no one else around him. Those who carried the monument with him were all ashes under the action of the strong wind.

Finally, he came to the end of the bridge, in front of the giant eagle.

The strong wind dispersed the fog, and in a little calm between the strong winds, he could see the eagle clearly.

No, it's not accurate to say that it's an eagle. It's actually a giant with feathers and a height of 10000 meters. At first glance, it has the appearance of an eagle. In fact, it has a face bigger than a mountain, solemn and solemn, with black and white eyes.

The giant stood in the fog filled abyss, unable to see the lower part of his body, the upper part of his body is bigger than a whole mount Everest. Those who see it are afraid.

The whole herheim bridge is born from his mouth and spreads to the invisible distance. And the strong wind on the bridge is just the breath of the giant.

Such a shocking picture makes Hoffa almost unable to breathe. Compared with the magnificent things in the secret place of death, everything he saw in the past is dwarfed. He stood in front of the giant, like a mosquito beside the elephant.

The picture lasted for less than a second. The giant began breathing again. He opened his mouth, and a huge force of suction came from the giant's mouth. This time, because of the close distance, Hoffa almost had no room to resist. He was sucked into the giant's mouth by the wind on the spot.

In the tumbling, the stone tablet will fly away.

Thinking of the broken tablet bearers, Hoffa held on to the chain to keep his memory from fading away.

Just a moment later, the direction of the gale changed again, the giant changed from breathing in to exhaling, and Hoffa flew backward in the opposite direction. This time, he hit the tooth in the giant's mouth and stopped.

"Let's finish soon... When is it going to be..."

Hoffa groaned. From the first second he entered the underworld, everything was out of his control. It was really terrible.

It seems that I heard his prayer. After a long time, the strong wind no longer appeared, even the roaring wind disappeared, and the giant's breathing stopped, leaving only the pleasant tinkling sound in my ears.

Hoffa, weighed down by the stone tablet, raised his head and opened his eyes. At the moment, he was lying in the giant's mouth. The teeth of his upper jaw were like overhanging mountains, and his rough tongue was like red grassland.

Jingle, jingle, jingle...

with the pleasant sound of metal collision, a pair of long black legs came to Hoffa.

It was a black man with nothing on. He was very tall, at least four meters. His whole body was full of bright colors and golden rings. Looking sideways, his ankles are as long as ordinary people's thighs."Here, let me see."

The black people have a sweet voice and don't distinguish between men and women.

There was a bamboo pole nearly four meters high, and the black man bent down slowly. The slender fingers of a stick insect were stained with saliva and slid slowly over the stone tablet that Hoffa was carrying.

"Well, it's a wonderful life. No wonder you don't want to lose it."

The black man licked his finger. "There are not many lives like you. There are even fewer people who can come here."

"Who are you?"

Hoffa was pressed under the stone tablet and said unbearably.

"Oh, forget to introduce myself. My name is Avada, the keeper of the underworld recycle bin, the servant of death."

He patted the stone tablet behind Hoffa. The clasp of his bracelet made a pleasant sound.

"The big man outside is Horace valgarh, a soul devourer. He lives by devouring souls. All the people who can come here are the taste of death."

Hoffa suddenly felt a light behind him and he could stand up.

(as he is only as tall as a black man's legs, he looks up to identify the guy's gender, but Avada has no genitals, and his bare crotch has only some golden patterns.)

A group of very short dwarfs took down his stele from his back, carried the stele he brought, happily disappeared in the giant's mouth, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Where are they going to take my memory?" Hoffa asked.

"Take it to death." Said Avada.

Hoffa took a cool breath.

Avada crossed his fingers: "death is a lonely God. The only thing he likes most is all kinds of stories. You have a good slate on your back. I think you have a chance to settle in herheim. "

"Settle in herheim?"

"Yes, there is only one choice or to give up the past and go back to samsara. However, since you are willing to send the stone tablet against the strong wind, you are certainly not willing to give up the past. "

"Am I... Dead?"

Hoffa can't believe that Miller is still waiting to go back to Hogwarts. Maybe his body is still breathing, so it's arbitrary to judge his death.

"You are so humorous. If you go to the underworld, you will be dead."

But don't worry, some people are alive when they die, and some people are dead when they live - follow me

Avada walked forward with great strides. Hoffa finally saw a man who spoke calmly. He had a hundred questions to ask. Where can he not keep up.

But without warning, a stone fell at his feet and rolled twice. Hoffa stared at the stone for a moment, then looked back. He saw nothing but the teeth of a giant like a mountain.

He shook his head and kept up with Avada.

All the way down, through the giant's mouth, they came to a bronze arch carved into the shape of two snakes. The arch is 10000 meters high. The scales of the two snakes are exquisite jadeite, obsidian and celestite.

They should be the throats of giants.

Avada put out a finger, inserted it into a small hole in the door, turned it like a key, and the huge bronze door slowly cracked a small crack.

"Go."

Avada said cheerfully, pushing sideways into the door.

I don't know if it's Hoffa's illusion. As he passed by the snakes, he seemed to see them smiling at him.

Through the bronze gate, came to the giant's abdominal cavity.

All the sounds disappeared. Looking up, a black and white sun and moon shone in the sky at the same time. Those were the giant's eyes.

The steps on the ground are made of blood red sandstone and carved with various animals: snake crawling, kite flying, fish gliding, wolves mixed with red wasteland, zebra and elephant.

Everything in this one is too unconventional, the giant who devours the soul, the black and thin bamboo pole who calls himself the servant of death, and the strange world in which the sun and the moon are in the sky.

Hoffa didn't dare to say a word. He thought that it was like this when the bumpkin came to the city.

All the way down, the steps float in the air. On both sides of the steps are the bottomless abyss. In the abyss, there are many floating island like building communities, which should correspond to the organs in the giant's body. From a distance, the buildings vary in depth, showing solemn violet and brown tones.

Gradually, the steps at their feet began to differentiate. Their blood vessels diverged from each other in all directions. On the steps also appeared figures other than Hoffa and Avada. They were different in height, dressed in clothes of different ages, and could not touch the ground like ghosts. When they saw Avada coming, they looked afraid and bowed their heads to walk from Avada He drifted by.

"They seem to be afraid of you." Hoffa asked weakly.

"Are you not afraid?"Avada asked with a smile: "you seem very calm when you see me."

"If I am dead, what is more terrible than death?" Hoffa murmured.

"Is that so?"

"I hope you can keep this attitude forever," he said

When he was laughing, he grunted.

Another stone fell on Hoffa's leg. He was surprised and immediately turned to look at it.

It seems that you can only see some transparent and pale figures floating slowly, and you don't know who threw a stone at you.

"What's that?"

Hoffa pointed to a floating island in the shape of a heart in the distance.

He saw the transparent figures walking towards the heart-shaped floating island. Even across the ten thousand meter deep, he could hear the crazy cry from the heart.

"There, entertainment."

"Places of entertainment?"

"Entertainment is instinct, no matter dead or alive." Avada shrugged: "let's not talk about this. I'll show you around."

Avada led Hoffa through a huge arcade street to one of the floating islands. As soon as he entered the floating island, he could see countless ancient heroes standing on white and green marble pillars, three times the size of real people. They look real, but they don't move.

Avada: "there are many souls like you in history. Either they have achieved too much, or they have had too unforgettable emotions, or... Some lawless madmen, in short, they can never abandon their identity. We have to give them a place to rest, right

As Avada spoke, the ancient heroes on the stone pillars turned their heads, looked at Hoffa and nodded with a smile.

After experiencing the wind of the past bridge, everything here is peaceful and gratifying.

But Hoffa was uncomfortable, muttering, "it's like... A museum cabinet."

"What nonsense? The exhibition cabinet is for people to see, and here is the treasure house of death. It's not open to people. "

Avada bent down and said in Hoffa's ear, "God can't get in."

Then they went through a market. The market was located in a huge building with many openings. Compared with the absurdity of nightmare world, every building and house in death world seemed very solid and steady.

On the walls of those buildings, vivid war scenes are carved, swords intersect, contradictions strike each other, arrows rain, heroes fight, babies are slaughtered, and flaming torches burn from the sky to the ground.

Thousands of colorful birds are flying in the market. The terrace above the garden is covered with trees and flowers. There are a lot of shops here with a wide range of goods. It seems that everything created by the gods can be bought and sold, which is no different from the real world.

"What do you think of the environment here?" "Can you live here in peace?" Avada asked

"Can I ask you about someone?" Hoffa could not help but ask his most uneasy doubts.

"Just feel free. I don't have to answer."

"Agraia drasse. She died 53 years ago. Is she still here, or is she reincarnated? " Hoffa asked, looking a little humble under the four meter Avada.

"Why?"

Death's servant showed an enigmatic smile. After examining Hoffa for a moment, he said faintly:

"in herheim, you can get anything you want, including money, honor, status and information. But the premise is that you... "Avada bent down with a smile and slowly turned his head to 90 degrees." you are willing to play a game with death. "

"Play with death?"

"That's right."

"What game?"

"Oh, everyone is different. Death will adjust the content of the game according to the different characteristics of each person's soul..."

Avada said. Suddenly, Hoffa's heart came to the bottom of his heart, as if he was about to have a catastrophe. Something split, overlapped, split, overlapped. Avada's voice became unclear, Hoffa had difficulty breathing and his heart twitched. A second is as long as ten thousand years.

Then, a strong sense of vision pushed his head and tilted a centimeter to the side.

Pop.

The sound of fine stones falling to the ground sounded again.

This time, the stone hit him on the head.

Hoffa turned his head abruptly. This time, he saw a flash of human figure behind the floating island building.

"... what do you think? Mr. Bach. "

Asked Avada, bending over.

Hoffa turned his attention away from the stone. "What?"

"I said, would you like to have a pleasant and unforgettable game with death?"

"Can I think about it a little bit?"Hoffa suppressed the surging frenzy in his heart, some difficult to say.

"Of course." Avada straightened up slowly, and the smile on his face disappeared. "But you'd better give me a quick reply. After all, death's time is precious."

He turned and walked into the street. "You think about it here. Call me when you think about it."

"I'll figure out where to find you?"

The naked full-color black man didn't answer. He walked slowly forward. After a while, he disappeared into the air like a ghost.

After death's servant left, Hoffa immediately moved. He picked up the small stone on the ground, turned his head and looked around, and soon locked a figure in the narrow alley in the distance.

He ran past holding stones, and saw a young man with ginger hair squatting between two unknown plants. He was squatting on the ground, looking at himself and giggling.

"Little Barty?"

Hoffa saw the young man in front of him and was shocked: "Why are you here?"