327 49, Practice Makes Perfect

The three of them walked down the narrow underworld path, and the son of the night god followed behind them lingeringly, getting closer and closer. In the end, they boarded the elevator to the bottom floor, leaving the son of the night god far behind.

In the elevator, the two looked behind nervously with one hand, but neither of them spoke. A certain terrible pessimism permeated the makeshift squad.

This is the second opponent, and it is already so terrifying. How terrible is the third opponent? If he loses, won't he never return to the real world, and will be hanged by the god of death on the path of thorns forever, into a never-ending torment.

Hoffa thought so, the elevator slowly fell to the ground, and he and Barty Jr. fell back to the filthy and gloomy pancreas island at the bottom. Compared with the frantic and restless Eternal Arena just now, this place is quiet like another world.

I don't know if it's time for my body, or if I'm all going to watch the game between myself and Death. The carnival ghosts that controlled the flesh last time were gone, and only grassland-like worms were left floating on the surface of the dark and rugged island.

From a distance, there is a strange beauty.

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

Miller couldn't help but whispered.

Hoffa didn't speak, and followed Batty back to the entrance of the crypt where Aglaia was seen at the beginning, but this time the crypt was firmly sealed by an iron door, and it didn't move when pushed up.

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

Hoffa asked Miller, pointing to the door.

"You won't knock?"

Miller asked teasingly.

"She probably won't open it."

Hoffa murmured.

"Tch, you have this day too."

Miller raised Hoffa's right hand and pointed at the iron door: "Alahoo is open."

The gray curse hit the iron gate, but it was like a mud cow entering the sea, without causing any waves.

"No, this door may be made of some anti-magic material, and the spell won't open it," Miller said.

Hoffa: "."

"Look, Mr. Bach."

Barty Jr. pushed Hoffa and pointed to the distance.

Following Little Barty's fingers, a crack opened at the top of a tower in the distance, countless fresh flesh opened from the gap at the top of the tower, and fell to the ground with a clatter.

Scattered ghosts flew up like flies smelling carrion, and one after another burrowed into the flesh, making 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 go in there."

Barty Jr. pointed to the crack in the high place, "It should lead to the inside."

"Let's go."

Hoffa nodded.

No one cared about the confused Miller, and no one answered his questions. He opened his mouth and cursed unhappily.

The two quickly climbed up the dilapidated high tower, and got in through the slit for transporting the flesh in the tower. Not long after entering, the crack behind closed again, and the light disappeared completely. Miller raised his right hand, "Fluorescence flashes."

The deep corridor is illuminated by fluorescent lights. With the help of the light, one could see some broken limbs in the tunnel, which were slowly decomposing into worms.

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

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

The ground shook, and something outside made a sharp roar, knocking the whole tower and shaking it.

It was the son of the night god who came after him, but he was a step too late, and the rift for transporting the flesh was also closed.

Hoffa was terrified, and quickly sped up the speed of crawling, and they crawled through the deep corridor. I came to a gloomy room with countless stone puppets, each of which was as big as a statue of Easter Island. They moved slowly in the dark, like workers in front of an assembly line, scrubbing stone troughs, cauldrons, Transport worms, stones.

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

"What is this, a chemical factory in the underworld?"

Miller asked quietly.

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

But those puppets were all dumbfounded, without any consciousness, they could only work mechanically, and they didn't care about the two people climbing over from the top.

Following the pipeline, they climbed through the workshop-like cave, and they entered a spiral downward corridor. Soon, the corridor 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, dilapidated and gorgeous. There were some stone cabinets and belongings on display, and a tall and stagnant stone puppet, except for the super large one that I saw before. The crucible looks much larger.

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

Seeing that figure from behind, Miller gasped and moaned, "God, how many years has it been?"

Boom! !

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

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

There was no time for Miller and Aglaia to catch up, Hoffa jumped from a high place to the ground, and quickly came to the silver-haired ghost.

"Aglaia, Aglaia?"

Hoffa raised his hands, afraid of causing any misunderstanding, "Listen, it's me. Although I have changed my body, you have created so many bodies, you can definitely understand that they are just skins."

The silver-haired ghost didn't look at him, but just picked and picked in front of the cabinet, turning a blind eye to the three people coming into the room, and turning a deaf ear to the violent vibration outside, as if she didn't take anything that happened to her heart, and her indifference was shocking.

Huofa continued very quickly: "I participated in the game of death, and I had to defeat three opponents, and now I have reached the second opponent, but I encountered some problems.

I want to ask, can you prepare a septicemia potion for me, if you need time, Miller and I can drag it for you, if you need materials, I can ask Barty Jr."

"Step aside."

The silver-haired ghost floated past Hoffa's body in a neutral manner. She moved her arms, and the stone puppets in the room followed her movements, moving the things in the crypt room around.

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

"Step aside."

The silver-haired ghost interrupted Hoffa as usual.

No matter how patient Hoffa was, he couldn't help jumping anxiously at this time, "I'm saving you, can you talk to me normally." He said frantically, following the silver-haired ghost around.

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

"What," Hoffa was startled, "what nonsense are you talking about?"

"The person I know is not like you. She has enthusiasm and is more positive 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 , that kind of trait engraved in the soul cannot be changed, you are too negative."

"What?"

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

The silver-haired ghost stopped what he was doing rarely, and also looked at Hoffa. There was an inexplicable luster in those blue ghost-like eyes.

"No"

Hoffa was dazed for a moment and then slowly shook his head: "I know who she is, and I can recognize her when she turns to ashes."

"Then why did she see that I didn't react at all?" Miller shouted angrily, "Hey, I'm also her best friend's younger brother after all. I've gone through what you guys have gone through too."

boom! !

Accompanied by a tooth-piercing sound, a pair of blood-red palms were inserted into the crack in the door of the crypt room. The veins in his hands were bulging, and he forcibly parted the iron door of the room to the two sides.

The iron gate outside the cave stopped Hoffa and Miller, but failed to stop the Son of Night. Miller stopped talking, and Hoffa and Barty Jr. were close together, holding their right hands. Facing that monster in this narrow space, they were almost unable to retreat.

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

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

"What?"

Little Barty hadn't reacted yet, "Are you talking to me?"

"Um."

she said succinctly.

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

"Shut up."

Hoffa quickly covered Barty's mouth to prevent him from speaking, and then, wondering if it was his illusion, he felt that Aglaia's tone was much gentler than before.

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

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

Hoffa hid behind the cabinet and yelled loudly: "Aglaia, that's not me, that's the reincarnated body of the god of death, don't mistake me."

"What time is it, you still think about her, you are crazy."

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

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

"Walk around the cabinet clockwise three times."

The calm voice of the silver-haired ghost reached Hoffa's ears.

Hoffa immediately pulled Batty Jr. around the cabinet. Although the Son of Night God was powerful, he had no rational control, only instinct. It seems that his brain is not very bright, and he missed it with one hand, so he followed Hoffa around the back of the cabinet.

Just after three laps, the silver-haired ghost in the distance said again: "Take twenty steps to the right and stay where you are."

Hoffa quickly pulled the bewildered little Barty out of the closet. Little Barty looked back in disbelief. Seeing that they had all left the closet, the son of the night god was still circling around the closet. Kind of funny.

Twenty steps to the right is a broken carpet. The last time Hoffa came here, he remembered that there was a big cauldron here, but this time it was gone.

After going around more than a dozen times, the son of the night god realized that Hoffa had disappeared. Violently, it smashed the stone cabinet in front of it with a fist, and slowly walked towards Hoffa with its fists clenched.

However, due to too many circles, it was dizzy, and it didn't walk as fast as it did at the beginning. Instead, it staggered like drunk.

"What should I do next?"

Hoffa looked at the guy who was approaching him wobbly, and asked Aglaia sideways.

"do not move."

She didn't look back, and kept picking and picking among the pile of bottles and jars, which made Hoffa feel anxious.

But at this moment, there was a muffled bang. A heavy object fell from the sky and precisely hit the son of the night god on the head.

Hoffa looked up, and it turned out that the stone puppet brought back the cleaned cauldron and put it where it was, and the place where it was put down happened to be where the son of the night god passed by?

What's going on, did Aglea expect it to take that position? Hoffa couldn't help feeling a little absurd.

It's just that it's too unrealistic to want to use a big cauldron to kill the body that was blessed by the night god

Sure enough, the huge crucible shook twice, made a crisp sound, and was directly pierced from the bottom by the son of the night god. It crawled over the edge of the cauldron and was about to crawl out.

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

Hoffa yelled loudly.

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

Miller quickly raised his right hand and began to cast spells.

But the silver-haired ghost freed up a hand, and snapped his fingers with his back to the cauldron.

Crash!

Tall stone golems opened the pipes.

A stream of clear liquid fell from the high pipe, and fell into the crucible with a clatter, filling the crucible in the blink of an eye.

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

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

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

Hoffa stared dumbfounded at the clear liquid in the crucible gradually turning blood red. Watching the blood-red skeleton's palm raised on the surface of the crucible, it gradually sank, and finally it could no longer make a sound.

Barty Jr. and Miller were also dumbfounded. They stared at the cauldron on the ground, unable to say a word for a long time.

Hoffa held his breath and walked to the crucible, took a look inside, and saw the blood-red cauldron bubbling and bubbling, and there were some bone fragments rolling inside. However, the bone fragments were quickly dissolved, and the cauldron finally fell into a complete calm. I'm afraid it will never be revived again.

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

After warning him, the silver-haired ghost floated away again, and continued to rummage in front of her precious stone cabinet. From the beginning to the end, she didn't turn around, and she didn't even look at the son of the night god.

After a while, Hoffa turned his head mechanically, looked at the indifferent Aglaia, and asked hoarsely, "What have you experienced???"