Chapter 316

Hoffa was stunned to see little Barty squatting between two plants.

He always felt that little Barty was in a coma because he was mentally abnormal after being hit by the cold wind of herheim. But did not expect his soul was dragged into the underworld, it seems to come earlier than himself.

"Mr. ba... Burp... He," said little patty, rubbing her hands and laughing, "we... Burp... We meet again."

He was not only giggling, but also with a few bottles scattered around him. His face was red and he seemed to have drunk too much.

"You can talk?"

Hoffa reached out and waved in front of Barty's face, trying to confirm his mental state. This guy was lying in Shanshan's arms a few days ago talking crazy.

"I'm not... Burp... Always talking?"

Little batina looked at Hoffa dully, then he was ecstatic again: "is Mr. Bach here to save me?"

"I... sort of." Hoffa thought for a moment, and accepted it hypocritically. It's no harm to deny the importance of life and admit it.

"Belch... It's very kind of you. No one has ever been so kind to me!"

The drunken little Barty gave a loud burp and cried out, "I didn't believe that when the man told me, who would save me? I didn't expect that you really came, sobbing..."

he squatted on the ground and wiped his tears, crying strangely.

"Can you cross the bridge of herheim?" Hoffa looked at him and asked suspiciously. He didn't think that little Patty's spiritual strength could carry the cruel cold wind of the past bridge.

"What bridge of the past..... Burp......

little Patty raised his head with tears on his face:" as soon as I woke up, I was brought here. The man asked me to wait for you here. Unfortunately... Burp... I drank too much. "

"So you broke the stone?"

Hoffa raised the stone in his hand.

"Yes, it's me. I'm sorry, Mr. Bach. It's nothing to drink too much. It's not sure." Said the drunken little Barty.

Hoffa threw away the stone and kicked away the bottles at little Barty's feet. "Who told you to wait for me here?"

"I, I don't know. I haven't seen many... "

little Barty shakes his head, shakes his head, and his face suddenly falls off.

Yes, his whole face suddenly fell off, like melted wax, and melted to the ground. It turned into a pile of worms, which startled Hoffa.

He was stunned and looked at little patty with half his head on his head. In his face where he fell off, countless worms were wriggling like needles and threads on a doll's body, revealing the transparent soul behind.

On the market, a ghost lying behind the wine shop scolded, "don't disintegrate here. Don't think there are enough insects here?"

With that, the ghost of the wine shop flew into a broom in the shop. The broom came to life and began to brush on the ground. When he passed by little patty, the broom hit him on the leg: "go back to the lower level!"

Little Patty's body is like a broken sack. After being hit by a broom, there is a crack in his leg, and several worms fall out of it, which makes Hoffa's scalp numb.

"It's time to drink again."

Little Barty, with half his head on his head, could not help but mutter.

"What's the matter with you?" Hoffa asked.

"Prosthesis, this body is fake, others help me do, can barely let me experience the sensory stimulation of living people, otherwise I can't even grasp the stone."

Little Barty said sadly that after the prosthesis disappeared, he would wake up from drunkenness. He raised the bottle in his hand and threw it over his head.

The liquor passed through his transparent ghost head, entered his body made of dense worms, and leaked out from his broken throat. It had no effect. He threw away the bottle helplessly.

Hoffa then found out the difference between himself and little Barty. His spirit is as concise as substance. He can touch wine bottles, stones and other objects, but most of the ghosts floating here don't have substance.

He couldn't help but shiver, "how long have you been here?"

Little Barty's ghost face appeared a bit confused. He broke his fingers and hesitated for a long time, but he didn't give the exact answer. Finally, he scratched his head: "I didn't calculate it exactly. It feels like a few days, but since I came here, I feel that everything here is familiar. I have a feeling of staying for a long time. Mr. Bach, do you have this feeling?"

"I didn't."

Hoffa said dryly.

Little Barty looked forward to him: "give me this body and tell me that as long as I find you, you can take me back to the living world. Is that true? Can you really take me back to the living world?"

"Who on earth said that to you?" Hoffa was puzzled.

"Tell me first if it's true!" Little Barty looked at him hungrily.

"It should be true."

Hoffa is a bit uncertain.

Little Barty stares at him."Well, it's true. I'll take you out!"

Hoffa waved impatiently: "but first tell me who asked you to come to me!"

"Just follow me!"

Little patty, who got the affirmative answer, had an instant drive, and the remaining insects on her face were shaking.

"Come here, Lord... Mr. Bach!"

He excitedly took Hoffa to run in the hollow giant body, and the insects on his body fell down as he ran. It looks disgusting.

Hoffa frowned and followed him. Little Barty didn't know how long he had been here. He was very familiar with the environment here.

They go up blood vessel like steps and jump over bubbles in the shape of platelets. All the way down, finally in front of a corridor similar to large intestine, God knows how big the entrance of large intestine is. It's round. I don't know how many years it's gone through. It looks shabby. It's full of pits and holes. From time to time, some things like giant worms crawl through the holes.

"What's that?" Hoffa's heart bristled as he looked at the worms drilling up and down the intestinal wall.

"I don't know. They're the only living things here." Little Patty raised his hand and turned it into a pile of insects, which fell off and fell to the ground. "It won't die or rot

An elevator came out of the corridor and stopped in front of them.

Ding Dong.

When the elevator was opened, a group of people came out of the elevator. They had no clothes on, had a complete body, and were full of excitement and expectation.

"How are you going to die today?"

"As usual, drinking to death, I don't know how long this body can bear this time. How about you?"

"I won't drink this time. I've come up with a new way to play."

"What play?"

"I'm going to take a bath with sulfuric acid."

"Hey, I've been playing with that for a long time. I can't feel anything but pain. "

"Then you can't think of it. I decided to have sex with people and then jump into the sulfuric acid pool at the best time."

...

several people in the elevator said sensational words and walked further and further with shoulder to shoulder and smile. Hoffa looked at the back of those guys in disbelief. He could feel that these people were not joking, but talking seriously.

"Come on, Mr. Bach." Little Barty walked into the elevator and looked as if she had seen nothing strange.

"What are they talking about?" Hoffa got into the elevator.

"I didn't say anything. It's just daily chitchat."

Little Barty pressed the last button on the elevator.

Shua!

The rapid fall starts even faster than the free fall on earth. Not only is it faster, but the elevator also twists and turns in the large intestine.

Hoffa felt that if he had a body, he would be thrown out by the centrifugal force, but fortunately he had no body.

All the way down the elevator, after the fall, it turned into a lateral travel.

The strong wind through the crevice of the large intestine blows over little Patty's body, and his body gradually disintegrates into a pile of worms, which are scattered in the fog of the abyss by the wind, revealing his transparent soul.

As he was speeding, Hoffa saw another elevator flying in the opposite direction, with another self sitting in it, but the picture just flashed by and disappeared randomly. He was startled, quickly lying in front of the broken elevator, looking at the fog outside.

But that scene was just his illusion. There was no other elevator outside his large intestine, just a giant islet like pancreas, and giant trees like alveoli, covered with pink spheres.

"Don't look, Mr. Bach. There are so many strange things here." "I was scared when I first came here, but I've been here these days, and I find that if I don't think about anything, I don't care about anything. I feel pretty good. "

"Not bad. What do you want to go back to?" Hoffa didn't look back.

"You'll know in a minute."

With that, the light gradually weakened in the decline, and the top of the sun and moon were covered by fog and other organs. The speed of the elevator gradually slowed down.

They came to the giant's bladder or pancreas. Compared with the prosperity and brightness of the giant's upper body, it was extremely dark and gloomy, and the houses were so dark and brown that they could hardly see their original appearance.

Ding Dong, the elevator is in the end.

I just opened the elevator.

Bang!!

Half a head full of worms was hit by Hoffa, which startled him.

It turned out that several men on both sides of the road were frantically fighting each other in the soil. They were black and blue, and their limbs were flying, but they didn't realize it, and they were fighting each other tirelessly.

The ground is full of rotten holes, which are all kinds of worms, big or small. Their heads are on the ground, just like the grass or shrubs, aimlessly brushing.

As they move forward, more and more people fight each other. Some of the participants are brutally slaughtered and their whole bodies are cut off. They lie about in the fallen dark buildings and the broken crawling insects. Some of them break their hands and feet, and some of them lose their heads. But they are still tearing at each other happily."What are they doing? Is there any deep hatred?" Hoffa asked little Barty.

"No, there is no contradiction here." Said little Barty.

"Then why are they fighting?"

"Because the body is transient to them."

"Here, there is almost no end to time, not even the concept of death, not the concept of change, not to mention the concept of feeling. There is no sense of taste, no touch, no pain, no sense of smell, nothing. Only with a body can people here experience the feeling of living people."

Nothing...

Hoffa pursed his lips. For some reason, he suddenly thought of the mimicry monster called to the real world by greendevo. It was also composed of countless worms. As soon as it landed, he was excited and couldn't control himself, and even fell on the ground to eat.

Is that the price of eternity?

He looked at the people who were fighting crazily and was secretly frightened.

All the way forward, the atmosphere is bizarre.

On the dark islet of pancreas, the picture is more and more intense. For example, a group of men gather to rush, or a group of women lie down in the mud to eat, or a few children with only half a body, holding their arms, laughing and knocking.

There was nothing in their eyes, only a long and boundless void. It seems that only the most extreme stimulation can make them find the feeling of existence.

When they came to the bottom of the pancreas, the extreme fighting and the ghost of sex gradually disappeared, and there were only half human and half insect remains on the ground. They were scattered on the ground like abandoned toys, and gradually changed from human shape to insect shape.

It's like a garbage dump.

Several huge stone puppets walk in the dump, scooping up the remains and insects on the ground with the stone trough, then holding the stone trough full of insects, they enter a large iron door on the ground in silence.

"The man who asked me to come to you is in there." Little Barty pointed to the iron gate.

Hoffa did not speak any more. At this moment, a strong sign appeared in his heart, which was mixed with uneasy excitement. He could not help speeding up his pace and breathing more and more quickly.

Following the stone puppets holding the stone trough, big iron doors opened in front of Hoffa, and they walked into a long and dark underground corridor. The ceiling here is very high, and on the right is a row of smoky torches, emitting a deep orange light.

The restlessness and excitement became more and more intense, which almost made Hoffa faint. He could feel his heart beating wildly, convulsing violently and dying in an unknown place through time and space without knowing how many planes.

He staggered to run.

The stone puppet disappeared in the deepest iron gate of the corridor.

Hoffa rushed forward, but a three meter high metal armor clattered up and stopped them.

"Ah, who are you? Don't rush into the forbidden area of the witch Lord's work The sound of gold and iron crashing under the empty helmet of metal armor.

Little Barty was a little confused. "Why, didn't that lady ask me to bring him here?"

"I didn't say I wanted to see you. The witch is so busy. Can anyone see you? Go, go, get out quickly...

before the metal armor was finished, Hoffa rushed out quickly. He could not help shouting anxiously behind Hoffa: "ah, you man, what's the matter!"

Hoffa couldn't hear the sound of metal armor and little Patty. Since he came here, the sense of foreboding almost swallowed him up. He clearly knows what is waiting for him in front of him, clearly knows.

The sense of foreboding urged him to run until he was out of breath.

The huge iron gate appeared in front of him, getting closer and closer. Without saying a word, Hoffa bumped into the huge gate and opened it.

Boom.

In front of the picture let him all over a shock, motionless standing in place.

In the dark cave, there are some moldy carpets on the ground. They used to be gorgeous, but now they have faded and covered with dust. The gold pattern decoration on the fabric is still faintly visible, flickering intermittently between the dim gray and mottled green.

On the carpet.

A transparent girl with silver hair was facing him.

She floated in the air, facing a huge crucible as high as two people, and slowly moved her arm. A huge stone puppet stood beside her, imitating her movements, stirring the crucible with a stone stick.