Chapter 325

Three people along the narrow underworld path, all the way down, the son of the night God is haunted behind them, closer and closer. Finally, they boarded the elevator to the bottom floor and left the son of the night God behind.

In the elevator, two people nervously looked behind, no one spoke. Some terrible pessimism pervaded the temporary team.

This is the second opponent. It's already so terrible. What's the third opponent like? If he is defeated, he will never return to the real world, and he will be hanged on the road of thorns by death forever, and will fall into endless torture.

Hoffa thought, the elevator slowly fell to the ground, he and little Barty fell back to the dirty and dark pancreatic island on the ground floor. Compared with the just frenzied and restless eternal arena, it's as quiet as another world.

I don't know whether it's time for the body or whether they all go to watch the game between themselves and death. Last time, the ghosts that control the carnival of the body disappeared. On the black and rugged Island, only grassland worms were left dancing in the wind.

From a distance, there is a strange beauty.

"Is this herheim? It's weird. "

Miller could not help whispering.

Hoffa didn't speak, followed little Barty back to the entrance of agraia's crypt at first, but this time, the crypt had been sealed with an iron door, and it didn't move.

"How to get in? Do you have any idea? "

Hoffa pointed to the door and asked Miller.

"You can't knock?"

Miller asked harshly.

"She probably won't drive."

Murmured Hoffa.

"Cut, you also have this day."

Miller raised Hoffa's right hand and pointed to the iron gate: "arahoe hole open."

The gray magic spell hit the iron gate, but it didn't cause any waves like a bull into the sea.

"No, this door may be made of some anti magic material. The curse can't be broken." Miller said.

Hoffa: "look, Mr. Bach."

Little Barty gave Hoffa a push and pointed to the distance.

Along the little Patty's fingers, a crack opened at the top of a tower in the distance, and countless fresh bodies opened from a gap at the top of the tower and fell to the ground.

The rare ghost, like a fly smelling carrion, flew up, one by one got into the body and let those bodies move. This time, they are very few, and most of their bodies are wasted.

"What is this for?"

Patty said in shock.

"We can get in from there."

Little Barty pointed to the crevasse at the top. "It should go inside."

"Let's go."

Hoffa nodded.

No matter the confused Miller, no one answers his questions, he is not happy to open his mouth and curse.

Two people quickly climbed up the broken tower, and from the tower that transport the body into the slit. Not long after entering, the crack behind closed again and the light disappeared completely. Miller raised his right hand and said, "the fluorescence flickered."

The deep corridor is illuminated by fluorescence. With the help of light, we can see that there are some broken limbs in the corridor, which are slowly decomposing into worms.

"It's disgusting. Are you sure agraia is with this stuff every day?" Miller in his right hand looked around.

Hoffa didn't speak, and he didn't like it.

The ground was shaken, and something outside gave a sharp roar, which made the whole tower shake.

It was the son of the night God who came after him, but he was a little slow, and the crack of transporting the body was closed.

Fearing, Hoffa speeded up the climb, and they climbed through the deep corridor. They came to a gloomy room with countless stone puppets, each as big as the statue of Easter Island. They moved slowly in the dark, like workers in front of the assembly line, scrubbing the stone trough, crucible, transporting worms and stones.

There is a pipe in the deepest part of the cave, in which the unknown transparent liquid flows like a waterfall.

"What is this, the underworld factory?"

Miller asked in a low voice.

"I don't know... Don't talk." Hoffa and Barty crawled slowly up the top pipe, trying not to attract the attention of the stone puppets.

However, those puppets are dull, have no consciousness, can only work mechanically, and don't care about the two people who climb from the top.

Along the pipeline, climbing through the workshop like cave, they entered a spiral downward corridor. Soon, when the corridor came to an end, it suddenly opened up to them.

they came to the top of a crypt, which was still the same as last time. It was broken and gorgeous. There were some stone cabinets and furniture on display, as well as a tall and quiet stone puppet, but without the huge crucible they had seen before, it looked much more spacious.A translucent ghost with silver hair floats in the room, rummaging in front of rows of stone cabinets. It's very quiet.

Seeing that figure, Miller took a cold breath and groaned: "God, how many years...

Dong!!

The tower vibrated twice, and the dust on the top of the cave rustled down.

Even from a distance, Hoffa could feel his body pounding violently on the crypt outside, and the situation became more and more serious.

There was no time for Miller and agraia to talk about the past. Hoffa jumped to the ground from a high place and quickly came to the silver haired ghost.

"Agraea, agraea?"

Hoffa raised his hand for fear of misunderstanding. "Listen, it's me. Although I've changed my body and you've made so many bodies, you can surely understand that it's just a skin bag. "

The ghost with silver hair didn't look at him, but just picked in front of the cupboard. She turned a blind eye to the three people coming to the room and turned a deaf ear to the violent vibration outside. It seemed that she didn't pay attention to anything that happened, which was frigid and frightening.

Hoffa continued very quickly: "I took part in the game of death. I want to beat three opponents. Now I'm the second opponent, but I have some problems.

I would like to ask, can you prepare a pair of septic medicine for me? If you need time, Miller and I can delay it for you. If you need materials, I can ask little Barty to... "

" get out of the way. "

The ghost of silver hair drifted from Hoffa's body. She moved her arms, and the stone puppets in the room followed her movements, moving the things in the crypt room.

"Agraia, I don't have time. I know you're good at potions "

" get out of the way. "

The ghost of silver hair interrupted Hoffa.

Around is Huo FA again have patience at this time also can't help anxious jump foot, "I this is to save you, you can normal say a word with me." He said frantically, following the silver haired ghost.

Miller suddenly opened his mouth. "You're not agraia."

"What," Hoffa was surprised, "what are you talking about?"

"The person I know is not like you. She has enthusiasm and is more active than anyone else. Even so, she can't stop me from admiring her." Miller went on: "you are not her. The quality engraved in the soul can't be changed. You are too negative."

"What?"

Hoffa was startled. He turned his head and looked at the Silver Ghost.

The ghost with silver hair rarely stops his action and looks at Hoffa. There is some inexplicable luster in his blue ghost like eyes.

"No..."

Hoffa shook his head slowly after a moment of dullness: "I know who she is, and I know who she is when she turns to ashes."

"How could she see that I didn't respond at all?" Miller cried angrily, "Hey, I'm her best friend's brother at least. What you've been through, I'll go through together...

bang!!

Accompanied by a sound of dental acid, a pair of blood red palms inserted into the door of the crypt room. The blue veins of his hands burst up and abruptly divided the iron door of the room to both sides.

The iron gate outside the cave stopped Hoffa and Miller, but failed to stop the son of the night God. Miller stopped talking. Hoffa and Barty were close together, holding up their right hands. In this narrow space, they could hardly retreat from the monster.

"You two, take ten steps to the left and go around to the back of the cupboard."

The ghost with silver hair is still giving orders.

"What?"

Little Barty didn't respond. "Are you talking to me?"

"Well."

She said simply.

"Hey, what do you mean?" Little Barty said angrily, "I think Mr. Bach came to this place for you. Can you have a better attitude?"

"Shut up."

Hoffa quickly covered little Patty's mouth and didn't let him speak. Later, I don't know if it was his illusion. He felt that aglea's tone was much milder than just now.

He didn't know where the confidence came from, so he pulled little Patty around to the back of the cupboard.

Just around the back of the cupboard, there was a loud bang. The iron door of the crypt was torn in half by the son of the night God, and it came in sideways. Gray hair, golden eyes, bloody upper body, eyes as fierce as wild animals, he just entered the door to search around.

Hoffa hid behind the cupboard and yelled, "agraia, that's not me. That's death's body. Don't admit it."

"When is it? You're still thinking about her. You're losing your mind."

Miller said angrily: "think about how to run for your life!"

The son of the night God immediately located Hoffa behind the stone cabinet. With a stroke of his feet, he almost came to Hoffa in the blink of an eye and reached out to him.

"Three clockwise turns around the cabinet."The voice of the silver haired ghost came to Hoffa's ears.

Hoffa immediately took little Barty around the cupboard. Although the son of the night God had great power, he had no rational control, only instinct. It seemed that his brain was not very clever, and he followed Hoffa around behind the cupboard.

Just after three rounds, the ghost with silver hair in the distance said, "go to the right 20 steps, stay where you are."

Hoffa quickly pulls little patty with a confused face out of the cupboard. Little Patty looks back in disbelief and sees that they are all out of the cupboard. The son of the night God is still circling around the cupboard. It looks funny.

Twenty steps to the right is a broken carpet. Last time Hoffa came here, he remembered that there was a big crucible, but this time he didn't.

After more than ten rounds, the son of the night God found that huofa had disappeared. He smashed the stone cabinet in front of him with a violent fist and walked slowly towards huofa with his fist in his hand.

However, due to too many circles, it is dizzy and does not walk as fast as it did at the beginning. On the contrary, it staggers like drunk.

"What's next?"

Hoffa looked at the guy who was staggering close to him and asked agraia.

"Don't move."

She didn't look back. She had been picking and choosing among the bottles and jars, which made Hoffa very angry.

But just then, with a dull sound. A heavy object fell from the sky and hit the head of the son of the night God accurately.

Hoffa looked up and saw that it was the stone puppet who took back the cleaned cauldron and put it in the same place, just where the son of the night God passed by?

What's the matter? Did aglia expect it to go that way? Hoffa can't help feeling absurd.

However, it's unrealistic to use a big crucible to kill the body blessed by the God of night...

sure enough, the huge crucible shook twice, made a crisp sound, and was directly pierced by the son of the God of night from the bottom. It's on the edge of the crucible and it's about to come out.

"Agraia, it's out of trouble!"

Cried Hoffa.

"What's going on? I have to do it myself! "

Miller quickly raised his right hand and began to spell.

But the ghost with silver hair released a hand and made a loud finger with his back to the crucible.

WOW!

The tall stone puppet opened the pipe.

A clear liquid fell from the high pipe and fell into the crucible, which was filled in the blink of an eye.

The son of the night God in the crucible howled bitterly and was washed into his body by the clear liquid. His body melted at the speed visible to the naked eye.

First the skin, then the flesh, and then the bones and organs, it struggled and roared wildly in the crucible. It didn't stop the body from melting.

In less than three seconds, it was completely melted into a skeleton.

Hoffa was stunned to see the clear liquid of the cauldron gradually become blood red. Looking at the blood red skeleton, the palm was raised on the surface of the crucible, and gradually sank down, and finally could not make any more sound.

Little Barty and Miller are also silly. They stare at the crucible on the ground and can't say a word for a long time.

Hoffa held his breath and went to the crucible. He took a look inside and saw the blood red crucible bubbling out, with some bone fragments rolling inside. However, the bone fragments were also quickly dissolved, and the crucible finally fell into complete calm. I'm afraid it will never come back to life again.

"That's the gastric juice of Horace Vargas. Don't touch it."

Warning him, the ghost with silver hair floated away again, and continued to pick it up in front of her precious stone cabinet. From the beginning to the end, she did not turn around, or even look at the son of the night God.

For a long time, Hoffa turned his head mechanically, looked at agleia with an indifferent face, and asked hoarsely, "what have you been through?"