Chapter 317

"Agraia!? Agraia, is that you

Seeing the transparent silver figure floating in the air, Hoffa almost trembled with excitement. He stretched out his hand and staggered forward like a drunk.

At this moment, he seemed to see his heart more clearly. He was probably not a rational person. On the contrary, his excited chest almost burst. It was unimaginable love, years of missing, and the joy of realizing his long cherished wish.

He stretched out his hand, longed for, afraid of, slowly, came to the bottom of the ghost, looked up at her.

Yes, there is no doubt that although her body is shining with transparent fluorescence, there is no entity, but the blue eyes, the delicate facial features and the yearning face are indeed his former classmates, the girl who once pulled him back from death, and the friend who gave him life and hope.

"Ah... Agraia..."

Hoffa waved under her, trying to attract the ghost's attention: "Hello, it's me. I've come to see you!"

But strangely, the ghost with silver hair kept completely expressionless, as if he didn't hear it, no matter how Hoffa called. She kept absolutely expressionless, stateless, just focused on stirring the crucible in front of her.

"What are you doing?"

The surging emotion impacted Hoffa's spirit. He didn't even find the strange Silver Ghost. With almost uncontrollable emotion, he climbed up the crucible. Crucible, boiling is a transparent unknown liquid, it boils with bubbles, very viscous, like glue.

"I've come to you, agraia."

Hoffa climbed on the edge of the crucible and said excitedly, "I've found a way to revive, you know?"

The flying Silver Ghost frowned slightly, and Hoffa's nervous body immediately shook. Did he say something wrong?

The brow loosened.

The Silver Ghost raised his arm and snapped his fingers.

A stone puppet came out of the dark crypt, holding a stone trough filled with thousands of twisting worms.

"You talk, agraia, why don't you talk?"

The other side is not slow, not salty state let Hoffa some startled, his voice a little trembling: "tell me... Tell me, you say something, anything is OK!"

The ghost with silver hair didn't look at him, let alone speak. She changed her movements and twisted her hand. She looked very elegant. With her action, the stone puppet in the crypt also reached out, it twisted some white substance and scattered it into the transparent crucible. The boiling transparent liquid in the crucible turned into milky liquid and calmed down.

"What happened, fifty years, do you remember me?"

Hoffa stammered. The silent attitude of the Silver Ghost frightened him.

He could feel a burning flame in his heart, which was stronger and more fragile than at any time in the past. He could hardly hold his body.

Still don't talk.

When the stirring of the crucible was over, the ghost with silver hair moved to another place and made a move of Bailing water. The stone figure puppet stood up and learned her move. He bailed out a mass of milky liquid from the crucible with the stone ladle and poured it on the worm of the stone trough.

All of a sudden, the dense insects are regularly integrated to form a white body, emerging from the sink.

With a wave of agleia's hand, the male body in the sink was lifted away and sent into the darkness in the distance. With the opening of the top open, a group of insects are poured into the water tank. Agraia repeats the previous action, controls the stone puppet, scoops up the milky liquid from the crucible and pours it on the insects.

This time, the insects are glued together and become a female body. When she waves again, the female body is also lifted away by the rope and sent into the endless darkness.

In this way, she repeated the action, focused and precise.

Hoffa stopped talking. He licked his lips and calmed down a little. So the temporary bodies of those guys outside are all made by agraia?

Is that what she does in the underworld?

How many years? Fifty years?

He had angina.

"Look at me, look at me, look at me... Please...

he lay on the crucible, tilted his head, forced his face to the other side's neck, scared and uneasy.

Finally, at his insistence, the other party's eyes moved away from the work at hand, swept his face, stayed on his face for about 0.1 second, and then moved away.

What kind of eyes was that? Hoffa felt that it was extremely calm, calm like the water of the dead sea. He could not see any emotion, calm numbness, and did not know what she was thinking.

"What happened... Tell me what happened..."

Hoffa's voice gradually changed from excited to low. He sat on the crucible, his face full of confusion.A brand-new human body appeared from the stone trough, then was lifted away, the insects were used up, the crucible was almost empty, the Silver Ghost slowly fell from the mid air to the ground, and then snapped his fingers.

BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM, BAM.

"Who asked you to bring in the others?"

The ghost with silver hair asked without expression, and his voice revealed light fatigue.

"I didn't stop him, my Lord. I'm very sorry. I'm useless. No one is more derelict than me. Please give me another chance The metal armor said in a voice of gold and iron.

"Take it away." Said the silver haired ghost briefly.

"Yes."

Metal armor step forward, three meters of height let him hold Hoffa's shoulder, hold him down from the crucible, and then put him in his armpit, with no hesitation step, walk outside, while also chattering: "Sir, you can play anywhere else, but if you want a new body, I advise you to be honest." The team is better. After all, if you offend the witch, it will be... "

bang!!

Hoffa raised his hand abruptly and swept across with a heavy fist. He directly turned the pile of armor into a pile of discarded parts, which were scattered all over the ground and crashed into the cave wall.

"Don't you dare touch me!"

He growled, furious.

Later, he forced his rising emotions to return to the Silver Ghost.

"Agraia... Agraia..."

Hoffa shook his hand and wanted to touch the figure in front of him. "How did you see me? How did you see me? You didn't react at all. Do you recognize me or not?"

The palm of her hand went straight through her face, without feeling. It was no different from touching the air. Even so, the silver ghost in front of her turned his head and looked very cold.

"I really miss you. I have a lot to say to you. " Huo FA said bitterly.

"Keep it." The Silver Ghost said the only thing to him: "I don't want to hear it."

"Er...!???"

Hoffa's words were stifled in his chest, and he couldn't say a word. It seemed that a pair of invisible hands held his throat.

On the other side, the pile of metal parts that he had broken up were put together again to form a complete armor man, nothing changed.

He walked to Hoffa with a bang, pressed his shoulder, and said with righteous words: "Sir, how can you do it when you don't agree with each other? Is it wrong that herheim's life is still grinding the resentment you have accumulated in the mortal world? You should pay attention to a first come, then come..."

"go away! Are you upset? "

Bang!!

One more punch.

But this time it didn't break apart. Instead, it grasped Hoffa's spirit body with a metal fist. It was so powerful that they couldn't enter. After a moment's deadlock, the metal armor slowly pressed his hand down.

"It seems that you have just died, and you don't know the rules of herheim. There is no need for uniqueness, personality or special Soul here, but all the guys who are irritable, fanatical, turbulent and sharp will be polished here. If you don't want to be hanged on the road of thorns, I advise you to respect everything here! "

With that, he stepped forward, and two metal arms stretched out from his back. His four hands firmly pulled Hoffa's shoulder, dragged him, pulled him out of the dark crypt, and then threw him out.

Bang!

The metal armor closed the door.

The wooden Hoffa rolled twice on the ground, looked up at the closed door and rushed back.

"Why are you doing this to me!! Agraia, I'm going to get you out of here. I've found a way

He called through the door.

There was no response in the door.

"Agraia, why don't you talk? Can't you tell me? Is there any trouble? Can you give me a hint?"

There was no answer or sound in the door.

"Open the door!"

"Open the door!"

...

shouting, Hoffa could not stand it any more. He grabbed his head and sat down.

This is his first time to eat this kind of suffocation. It's hard to describe the feeling. There is only one door, but it's longer than the gap between life and death, which makes him feel powerless.

He wanted to shout out some stupid manifestos that I would die here if you didn't come out to see me, but then he thought that he seemed to be dead, which made him sad again.

What on earth is agraia thinking? Has he completely forgotten for 50 years? Even if he has forgotten himself, he shouldn't be so cold.The more he thought about it, the worse it was, and there was nothing he could do about it. In the past, he had more or less heard of women's heart and seafloor needle, but he always scoffed at it or didn't care at all. Because he doesn't care about the women passing by, what they are thinking and doing has nothing to do with himself.

But when he was very concerned, he found that it was really a kind of suffering. If the person he loved didn't love himself, no matter what he did, it was useless. No matter what he said, it was superfluous. The best way was to disappear.

The cruel reality was almost unacceptable to him.

Dangdangdang!

Something is beating the drums and gongs.

A short metal armor came out of the stone tower on the pancreatic island.

"Hey, if you need a body, take it here."

With the sound of talking, on the tower.

A huge stone trough fell down.

A white body fell to the ground from the high stone tower, covered with mucus, including men and women. They were piled on the ground, their limbs bent unconsciously, just like a pile of stacked figures.

Then, countless ghosts gathered from all directions. They wear the same clothes, knowing that the occupation of the one with a naked clothes.

The body stood up from the ground. They looked at each other's new bodies and said with a smile:

"there are new toys again, waiting for a long time..."

"how do you want to die?"

"How about you make me behead this time?"

"If it's too fast, it's going to take a long time to die. Why don't you cut off your limbs first?"

"I didn't say that the last time you cut my back."

"Must I have my head cut off?"

"Then I'll go to you before beheading. You're in good health this time."

"You line up. There are fifty ahead of you."

"What if you're broken?"

"Next time."

...

...

what the ghosts of the underworld are talking about and doing, Hoffa has no mind to care. He sat on the ground full of worms, and let the extreme confusion drown him.

He had imagined that he would see aglia again for tens of thousands of times, and what he would say to her, but he didn't expect that after seeing her, he found that everything had changed.

She is no longer the proud and willful Ravenclaw girl she knows well. She becomes extremely cold and strange, as if there are layers of invisible hard shell that wrap her around. She can't see her real appearance or distinguish her real identity.

I don't know how long I sat on the ground. Another transparent ghost came from a distance and landed beside Hoffa. It was little Barty.

"Mr. Bach, what's the matter with you? A look of despair. "

Little Patty asked uneasily.

Hoffa was so pessimistic that he didn't know who was coming. It was not until the ghost called Mr. Bach several times in his ear that he regained his mind and looked at the ghost around him.

"Little Patty..." he said vaguely, "did she give you your body before

"Yes, as soon as I was brought into herheim by that gust of wind, I met the witch who brought me to this place."

"Did she say anything to you?"

"I didn't say anything. I saw her when I landed. Only when I was given my body did she tell me that if I wanted to leave here, I would go to the entrance and wait for you, saying that you would take me back."

"She told you that herself?"

"Yes."

"Anything else?"

"No, not a word more."

After a pause, little Barty asked uneasily, "do you know her?"

Hoffa didn't answer. In despair, he saw some hope.

"Let's not talk about that. Can we go back, Mr. Bach?" Little Barty stares at him, looking worried.

"Back to where?" Hoffa asked stupidly.

"Back to the real world..." little Barty said anxiously: "here... There's nothing here. No food, no taste, no touch, no smell, nothing. I feel like I'm going crazy. "

Hoffa gradually recovered from the uneasiness of being ignored. How can he go back? He didn't know that Miller told him to go back as soon as the time came, but he was afraid that he had been trapped in herheim for a long time. He didn't know what it was like outside. Did the top three competition start? How far has grindevo's plan been implemented?

Gradually, Hoffa calmed down. He walked back and forth on the ground, frowning and meditating. Agraia found little Patty accurately, and let little Patty come to find herself, which means she didn't forget herself at all. And the only thing she said to herself was - keep it, I don't want to hear it.

If she really doesn't remember, she will definitely ask who she is, but she didn't ask, which means that she not only remembers herself, but may even know some very important information, but for some reasons she didn't give up.After a long time, he stopped and felt that he shouldn't just give up. He had already done this step, and there was no turning back to give up.

At this time, he suddenly thought of the big black man named Avada who he met at the beginning. He said that he could get anything in the underworld as long as he was willing to play a game with death.

"No, I can't. I have to go to Avada..."

Hoffa frowned and said to himself, "death must have done something to her. I want to get the answer to the question..."

hearing his self talk, Patty got up and held him, "ah! You can't go to that guy! "

"Why?" Hoffa was puzzled.

Little Barty was very nervous. He looked around nervously and said in a low voice: "the most I've heard from ghosts these days is that they can do anything in herheim. The only thing they can't do is have a relationship with Avada. Anyone who has a relationship with him will end up miserable."

"How miserable is it?"

"I just heard that I could do anything in herheim as long as I wasn't close to that guy within ten meters."

"Whatever you do, what can you do here? No food, no smell, no body, no senses, nothing but insects. "

With that, Hoffa got up and was about to leave.

"No!" Little Barty was so worried that he stood up excitedly: "it's just a woman. What are you thinking, master!! Why do you lose your heart when you see her? Although she is very beautiful, she may be a woman who has been dead for many years. As long as we try to go back to the real world, what kind of woman doesn't exist? "

Silence.

Hoffa slowly narrowed his eyes, turned his head grimly and stared at little Patty until he looked back and laughed.

"What did you just call me?" He asked with poor eyes.

Patty touched his head, leaned against the raised rock and stammered, "no, I'm sorry, Mr. Bach. I... I didn't control it for a while."

"Out of control?"

Hoffa sneered: "as I said, it's none of your business how I am. Don't always follow me. I am not Voldemort, and you are not my servant

With that, he pushed Barty away and went straight to the elevator of pancreatic island.

"Ah, Lord... Bah, bah, bah, Mr. Bach, wait for me!" Little Barty quickly came up again, "think again!"

"Get out of here," Hoffa said, fretting and walking.

Creak!

But at this time.

The sound of the iron door behind him stopped him abruptly.

He turned his head like lightning. The iron door, which was closed by metal armor, was pushed open again. The silver haired ghost girl stood in front of the corridor. Is still a strange, lifeless appearance. Behind her stood a huge stone puppet.

All the emotions disappeared, and Hoffa rushed back in the most standard dog licking posture and stood in front of her. The mind of a thousand words and uncontrolled in the mouth, have to squeeze out.

But I haven't had time to speak. The silver haired ghost took the lead in saying, "shut up."

Hoffa, shut up.

She stretched out her hand and made a move to lift the lid.

Boom boom.

The huge stone puppet behind her opened a stone pot at a high place. One down.

Click.

A clump of sticky white things fell from the height and fell in front of Hoffa with a slap.

Then, the strange white meat ball wriggled and deformed on the ground, elongated and hardened. Finally, it turned into a rabbit as big as an African elephant, and its ears were even bigger. After shaking its ears, it slowly knelt down in front of the silver haired ghost.

The silver haired ghost stepped on the rabbit's body and said briefly, "follow me."