Chapter 828：

There is also a knight after death, riding his horse.

"This is the road to the world of the dead."

The fog there is consistent with what John saw in his Nirvana.

Only through here can you reach the other shore.

John guessed that he stayed awake because of the Deathly Hallows on his body.

Originally belonging to the God of Death, these things can allow people to avoid death.

John walked forward.

Those fogs were hard to see through, and he could only follow the souls that were moving aimlessly.

Some died in modern times, wearing shabby suits, while others wore medieval costumes.

This road is too long, and people have walked for a long time without ever arriving.

Lost souls need guidance.

A resurrection stone appears in John's hand, which can draw the power of the soul.

Holding the Resurrection Stone in his right hand, every ghost he passes will follow behind him.

After a day, there were already more than a dozen souls following him.

Continuing forward, John felt no fatigue.

On the contrary, the soul follows, making him more and more abundant.

He thought for a while, and in the final analysis, it should be the help from the Deathly Hallows.

These things exert even greater power in the world of death.

John led the way and walked for another two days.

There is already a team of no less than fifty people behind him.

The Resurrection Stone becomes a beacon in the hand, lighting the way forward for the ghost.

The Elder Wand waved, parting the path of mist.

The invisibility cloak scared John into becoming the guide.

His mood became calmer and calmer, as if he was becoming the **** of death to guide this path.

The wonderful feeling is unstoppable.

As he continued to move forward, a knight rode by and joined the team.

There were nobles following in carriages.

The undead formed a long queue behind him in this kingdom of death.

The Witch-King used his wand to create a path and stones as lights.

On the fourth day, more than a thousand souls followed John.

This is a huge team.

He had to raise his right hand.

The shoes of the undead are worn out, and the rugged roads and cold wind and snow all torture the dead.

The fifth day.

More and more undead saw the guide, and they gathered together.

Let this team exceed 2,000 people.

They started walking, filling a dozen turns on the winding road.

Some undead souls died on the road, and their souls became weaker existences.

The sixth day.

The wind and snow are still there, and the cut fog begins to recover.

As a guide, John increased his efforts to let the fog recover later.

This team has reached an astonishing four thousand people.

​They are doubling every day.

There are countless undead in this world, and all John can do is to take away the lost undead.

On the seventh day, the number came to 8,000.

There is also a wizard among them, but the wizard is still confused after his death.

Maybe he was killed by the Death Curse, or maybe it was because of a potion trial.

The souls of wizards are full of strange things, and their spellcasting is also extremely strange.

But more importantly, the soul dies in this world.

Not only a place of death, but also a place of exile.

On the eighth day, there were sixteen thousand people.

The long team looked like a long snake when viewed from the sky.

They twist and turn, walking unswervingly in one direction.

John was not sure how far he had walked, but his body was still not tired at all.

The cloak of the God of Death gives him a steady stream of power in the world of death.

He could clearly feel that the destination was approaching.

​Although he doesn’t know where the destination is.

It’s just a feeling, a feeling that makes him move forward.

He didn't want to stop.

Even if an undead fell behind him, he did not stop.

Step by step, move towards that destination.

ninth day.

He finally saw the end, which was a river with a gold-plated crystal bridge.

What is strange is that the bridge is only suspended by a hair.

John came here with the undead.

He stopped, but the undead behind him continued to move forward.

They walked onto the bridge, one after another.

That hair never even swayed, and the water under my feet was gentle.

But no dead soul wants to get close.

Once they get close, they will let out unconscious screams.

This team of tens of thousands of people walked across the bridge.

John was about to move forward.

Suddenly, he stopped again.

This time an acquaintance appeared.

"You appear in the world of the dead, John Wick."

Under the cloak, the skeletal finger pointed at John.

When John saw the blocker, he had a smile on his face.

As if seeing an old friend, he said meaningfully: "I thought I needed to get a little deeper before I could see you."

grim Reaper.

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Chapter 837 Living people walking on death ground

The living walk on the ground of death.

John's boldness made even the God of Death look at him.

Meet the two of them again.

One is the Witch King in today’s magical world, and the other is the God of Death who left behind legends.

"Now you are in the world of death," Death stared at John and said, "You are more irrational than I thought."

"I haven't forgotten that, Death."

John looked at him without avoiding it.

Even though I was banished from the world, I didn’t forget who did it.

Death laughed, "That's the world's choice. You can't resist the world's rules."

"Really? But I'm back."

John said calmly: "Not only am I back, I am also standing in front of you."

Death's laughter stopped abruptly, and he continued to stare at John, threatening: "It is not a good thing to stand in front of me."

"Really, then you want to shake my hand?"

Not to be outdone, the retort sent the God of Death into silence.

John stepped forward.

"Hair cannot support the weight of a living person, John." Death stopped him.

John raised his eyebrows and looked at it, took out the Elder Wand and said casually: "Okay, let's try another way."

On the other side of the river, vines and branches grew tangled together.

Soon, an excellent wooden bridge was built.

John walked over and said hello on the other side of the bridge: "As long as you build a bridge yourself, haven't you experienced it?"

Death couldn't see his face clearly, but he truly felt how powerful John was at this moment.

"Have you collected all the Deathly Hallows?"

Apart from this, Death couldn't think of any reason why John could ignore the rules of this world of death.

John shook his invisibility cloak and said, "Obviously."

This makes Death feel very bad.

After crossing the bridge, they officially entered the world of death.

"Should I call this the underworld, or death?"

"It's all fine, underworld, underworld, hell, whatever you like to call it."

Death and John walked across the river, walking like friends.

Here, there are steel leaves and trees, and the undead walking across the river continue to move forward.

"It is Death's job to extradite the undead." Death said, "You should know how powerful Death is here."

"Yes, I feel it. Now I feel like I am omnipotent." John moved the Elder Wand.

That feeling was like the dark dimension he had gone to.

The energy brought by extraditing the undead is enough for him to be called a demigod.

Where the Elder Wand points, the steel tree blooms with flowers and bears fruit.

Such power makes even the God of Death turn his attention.

"Your power..."