Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

The three of them followed the narrow path of the underworld all the way down, while the son of the night **** followed behind them, getting closer and closer. In the end, they boarded the elevator to the ground floor and left the Son of Night God far behind.

In the elevator, the two looked nervously behind them with one hand, and none of them spoke. A certain terrible pessimism permeated this temporary team.

This is the second opponent, and it is already so terrible. How terrible the third opponent is. If you lose yourself, wouldn't it be that you will never return to the real world, and will always be hung on the path of thorns by the **** of death? Fall into endless torture.

Hoffa thought so, and the elevator slowly fell to the ground. He and Barty fell back to the filthy and gloomy pancreatic islet at the bottom. Compared to the eternal arena that was just frantic and restless, it was quiet like another world.

I don't know if it's time for the flesh, or just watch the game between himself and the **** of death. The ghosts that controlled the physical carnival were gone last time. On the black and rugged island, only grassland-like worms were dancing on the ground.

From a distance, there is a strange beauty.

"Is this Helheim? It's weird enough."

Miller couldn't help but whispered.

Hoffa didn't speak, and followed Batty back to the entrance to the crypt where he first saw Aglaia, but this time the crypt had been firmly sealed by an iron door, and he pushed it up without moving.

"How to get in? Do you have a way?"

Hoffa pointed to the door and asked Miller.

"You can't knock on the door?"

Miller asked playfully.

"She probably won't drive it."

Hoffa murmured.

"Cut, you also have this day."

Miller raised Hoffa's right hand and pointed at the iron gate: "Alaho Cave is open."

The gray spell hit the iron gate, but it did not cause any waves like a mud cow entering the sea.

"No, this door may be made of some anti-magic material, and the spell cannot be opened." Miller said.

Hoffa: "..."

"Look, Mr. Bach."

Little Batty pushed Hoffa a little, and pointed to the distance.

Following the fingers of Little Batty, a crack opened at the top of a tall tower in the distance, and countless fresh flesh opened from a gap at the top of the tower and fell to the ground.

The sparse ghosts flew up like flies that smelled rotten flesh, and got into the flesh one by one to make those bodies move. This time they were few in number, and most of their bodies were wasted.

"What is this for?"

Little Batty said in shock.

"We can get in from there."

Little Batty pointed to the crack in the height, "There should be an inside."

"Let's go."

Hoffa nodded.

Regardless of the confused Miller, and no one answered his questions, he opened his mouth and cursed unhappily.

The two quickly climbed up the broken tower, and got in through the slit in the tower that transported the flesh. Not long after entering, the fissure behind closed again, the light completely disappeared, Miller raised his right hand, "fluorescence flickered."

The deep corridor was illuminated by fluorescence. With the help of the light, it can be seen that there are some broken limbs in the corridor, which are slowly decomposing into worms.

"It's disgusting, are you sure that Aglaia works with this kind of thing every day?" Miller in his right hand looked around.

Hoffa didn't speak, and he was very uncomfortable.

The ground shook, something outside screamed sharply, knocking the entire tower and shaking the mountain.

It was the Son of the Night God who chased him, but he came a step slower, and the rift that transported the flesh was closed.

Hoffa was terrified, and quickly accelerated the crawling speed, and they climbed through the deep corridor. I came to a gloomy room where countless stone puppets stood. Each of these stone puppets was the size of an Easter Island statue. They moved slowly in the dark, like the workers in front of the assembly line, scrubbing the stone troughs and cauldrons. Transport worms, stones.

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

"What is this, Underworld Chemical Factory?"

Miller asked quietly.

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

However, those puppets were dumbfounded, they had no consciousness, they only worked mechanically, and they didn't care about the two people who climbed over from the top.

Following the pipeline and climbing through the workshop-like cave, they entered a spiral downward corridor. Soon, the tunnel came to an end, and the front suddenly opened up,

They came to the top of a crypt. The crypt was still the same as last time. It was dilapidated and gorgeous. There were some stone cabinets and household belongings on display, except for the large crucible that they had seen before, which looked a lot more spacious.

A translucent silver-haired ghost floated in the room, rummaging through rows of stone cabinets, very quiet.

Seeing that figure from behind, Miller took a breath and groaned: "God, how many years have it been..."

Boom! !

The tower shook twice, and the dust on the top of the crypt fell straight down.

Even far away, Hoffa could feel his body violently hitting the crypt outside, and the situation got worse.

Without time for Miller and Aglaia to relive the past, Hoffa flopped from a height to the ground, and walked quickly to the silver-haired ghost.

"Aglaia, Aglaia?"

Hoffa raised his hand, for fear of causing any misunderstanding, "Listen, it's me. Although I changed a body and you have created so many bodies, you can definitely understand that it's just a skin."

The silver-haired ghost didn't look at him, just picking and choosing in front of the cabinet, turning a blind eye to the three people coming to the room, and turning a deaf ear to the violent vibration outside. It seemed that nothing happened to her heart, and it was cold and shocking.

Huo Fabian quickly continued: "I participated in the game of Reaper and wanted to defeat three opponents. Now I have reached the second opponent, but I have encountered some problems.

I want to ask if you can prepare a septic potion for me. If you need time, Miller and I can drag it for you. If you need materials, I can ask Batty....."

"Step aside."

The silver-haired ghost floated past Hoffa's body without salty or indifferentness. She moved her arms, and the stone puppets in the house followed her movements, moving the things in the crypt room around.

"Aglaia, I don't have time. I know, you are very good at potions..."

"Step aside."

The silver-haired ghost interrupted Hoffa still not salty and not indifferent.

No matter how patient Hoffa is, he can't help but jump his feet in a hurry, "I'm saving you, can you talk to me normally?" He said frantically, following the silver-haired ghost.

Miller opened his mouth suddenly, "You are not Aglaia."

"What," Hoffa was startled. "What are you talking nonsense?"

"The person I know is not like you. She is enthusiastic and more active than anyone else. She is so positive that I hate it, but even so, it can't stop me from admiring her." Miller continued, "You are not her." , The quality imprinted in the soul cannot be changed, you are too negative."

"what?"

Hoffa was taken aback, he turned his head quickly and looked at the silver-haired ghost.

The silver-haired ghost rarely stopped the movement in his hand, and looked at Hoffa, there was a certain inexplicable luster in those blue ghost-like eyes.

"Do not......"

Hoffa slowly shook his head: "I know who she is, and I can recognize her ashes."

"Then why did she see that I didn't react at all," Miller yelled angrily: "Hey, I am also her best friend's brother anyway, and I have experienced the things you have experienced together!"

boom! !

Accompanied by a sour sound, a pair of blood-red palms inserted into the crack of the door of the crypt room. The veins of the hands violently violently, and the iron door of the room was separated to the two sides.

The iron gate outside the cave stopped Hoffa and Miller, but failed to stop the Son of Night God. Miller stopped talking, Hoffa and Batty Jr. were close together, holding his right hand. To that monster in this small space, they could hardly retreat.

"You two, take ten steps to the left and walk around behind the cabinet."

The silver-haired ghost gave orders without raising his head.

"what?"

Little Batty hasn't reacted yet, "Are you talking to me?"

"Ok."

She said succinctly.

"Hey, what do you mean?" Little Batty said indignantly: "I think Mr. Bach came to this ghost place just for you, can you be better?"

"To shut up."

Hoffa hurriedly covered Barty's mouth and refused to let him speak. Then, not knowing if it was his illusion, he felt that Aglea's tone was much milder than before.

He didn't know where the confidence came from, so he pulled Batty around to the back of the cabinet.

As soon as he walked around the cabinet, there was a loud bang, and the iron door of the crypt was completely torn in half by the Son of Night God, and he got in sideways. With gray hair and golden eyes, his upper body was dripping with blood, and his eyes were as ferocious as a beast, he searched around as soon as he entered the door.

Hoffa hid behind the cabinet and shouted loudly: "Aglaia, that's not me, that's the body of Death, don't admit it wrong."

"When is it all, you are still thinking of her, you are mad."

Miller said angrily: "Think about how to escape!"

The Son of the Night God immediately located Hoffa behind the stone cabinet. With a stroke of his footsteps, he came to Hoffa almost in the blink of an eye, and stretched out his hand to grab him.

"Go around the cabinet three times clockwise."

The quiet voice of the silver-haired ghost passed into Hoffa's ears.

Hoffa immediately pulled Batty around the cabinet. Although the son of the night **** was powerful, but without rational control, it seemed that his brain was not very bright. He didn't catch a hand, so he followed Hoffa in the cabinet. Went around behind.

Just after going around three times, I only heard the silver-haired ghost in the distance saying again: "Go 20 steps to the right, stay where you are."

Hoffa hurriedly pulled the bewildered little Batty and left the cabinet. Batty looked back in disbelief. Seeing that they had all left the cabinet, the Son of Night God was still circling the cabinet. It seemed that there was something Kind of funny.

Twenty steps to the right is a broken carpet. Hoffa remembered that there was a big cauldron here when he came last time, but he didn't have it this time.

After going around more than a dozen times, the son of the night **** found that Hoffa was missing. The violent one punched the stone cabinet in front of him and walked slowly towards Hoffa with his fist clenched.

However, due to too many circles, it was dizzy, not walking as fast as at the beginning, but staggering like drunk.

"What should I do next?"

Hoffa looked at the guy staggering close to him, and asked Aglaia with his head sideways.

"do not move."

Without looking back, she had been picking and choosing among the piles of bottles and cans, which made Hoffa anxious to see.

But at this moment, accompanied by a muffled sound. A heavy object fell from the sky and smashed precisely on the head of the son of the night god.

Hoffa looked up and saw that it turned out that it was the stone puppet who took the cleaned cauldron back and put it in place, and the place where it was dropped happened to be the place where the Son of Night God passed by?

What's the matter, did Aglaia expect it to take that position?

Hoffa couldn't help feeling a little absurd.

However, it would be too unrealistic to want to use a large cauldron to kill the body that was blessed by the night god...

Sure enough, the super-large cauldron shook twice and made a crisp sound, which was directly pierced by the Son of Night God from the bottom. He crawled out of the edge of the cauldron.

"Aglaia, it's out of trouble!!"

Hoffa shouted loudly.

"What kind of plane? I have to do it myself!"

Miller quickly raised his right hand and began to chant the spell.

But the Silver-haired Ghost freed a hand and snapped his fingers to the cauldron with his back.

Wow!

The tall stone puppet opened the pipe.

A stream of clear liquid fell from the high-level pipe and crashed into the crucible, filling the crucible in the blink of an eye.

The son of the night **** in the cauldron let out a sorrowful wailing, and was washed into his body by the clear liquid, and his body melted at a speed visible to the naked eye.

First skin, then flesh and blood, then bones and organs, it struggled and roared wildly in the cauldron. But it couldn't stop the body from melting.

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

Hoffa stared blankly at the clear liquid in the crucible gradually turning blood red. Watching the blood-red skeleton's palm held on the surface of the cauldron, it gradually sank, and finally couldn't make any more noise.

Little Batty and Miller were also dumbfounded. They stared at the crucible on the ground and couldn't say a word for a long time.

Hoffa held his breath and walked to the side of the cauldron and glanced in. He saw the blood red cauldron puffing out with bubbles, and some bone fragments tumbling in it. However, the bone fragments were quickly dissolved, and the crucible finally fell into complete calm. I'm afraid it will never be resurrected again.

"That is Hraswalgel's gastric juice, don't touch it."

After warning him, the silver-haired ghost floated away again, and continued to pick it up in front of her precious stone cabinet. From beginning to end, she didn't turn around, she didn't even glance at the Son of Yegod.

After a while, Hoffa turned his head mechanically, looked at Aglaia with an indifferent face, and asked hoarsely: "You...what have you experienced??"