"Aglaia!? Aglaia, is that you?"

Seeing the transparent silver figure floating in mid-air, Hoffa was so excited that his entire body was trembling. He stretched out his hand and staggered forward like a drunken man.

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

of joy.

He stretched out his hand, longingly, fearfully, and slowly, and came under the ghost, looking up at her.

Yes, there is no doubt that although her body shines with transparent fluorescence and has no entity, those blue eyes, those delicate facial features, and that face that is full of thoughts, are indeed his former classmates who once saved him from death.

The girl he pulled back from under him, the friend who gave him life and hope.

"A...Aglaia...?"

Hoffa waved his hand below her, trying to attract the ghost's attention: "Hey, it's me, I'm here to see you!!"

But the strange thing is that the silver-haired ghost has always maintained a completely expressionless face, as if she didn't hear it. No matter how Hoffa calls, she remains absolutely expressionless and stateless, just concentrating on stirring the crucible in front of her.

.

"What are you doing?"

The surging emotions impacted Hoffa's spirit. He didn't even notice the strangeness of the silver ghost. With almost uncontrollable emotions, he climbed up the crucible. In the crucible, what was boiling was transparent and unknown.

It is a liquid that boils and bubbles and is very viscous, like glue.

"I'm here to find you, Aglaia."

Hoffa climbed on the edge of the crucible and said excitedly: "I found a way to resurrect, did you know?"

The flying silver ghost frowned slightly, and Hoffa immediately trembled nervously. Did he say the wrong thing?

His brows relaxed.

The silver-haired ghost raised his arm and snapped his fingers.

A stone golem walked out of the dark cave, holding a stone trough filled with thousands of writhing worms.

"Speak, Aglaia, why don't you speak?"

The other party's unhurried, neither salty nor bland attitude made Hoffa a little frightened. His voice was trembling: "Tell me...tell me, you can say something, anything!"

The silver-haired ghost didn't look at him, let alone speak. She changed her movements and stretched out her hands to twist them. She looked very elegant. Following her movements, the stone puppet in the crypt also stretched out its hands. It picked up some white substance and sprinkled it in.

In the transparent crucible, the boiling transparent liquid in the crucible turned into a milky white liquid and calmed down.

"What happened? Do you still remember me after fifty years?"

Hoffa asked stammering, and the Silver Ghost's silent posture frightened him.

He could feel a raging flame burning in his heart. The fire was stronger than ever before and more fragile than ever. He could hardly hold himself steady.

Still didn't speak.

After the stirring of the crucible ended, the silver-haired ghost changed positions and made a scooping movement. The stone puppet next to him also stood up, imitated her movements, and scooped out a ball of milky white liquid from the crucible with a stone ladle.

, poured on the worms of that stone trough worm.

Suddenly, the densely packed insects integrated together regularly, forming a white human body that emerged from the water tank.

Aglaia waved his hand, and the male human body in the tank was lifted away and sent into the darkness in the distance. The top opening opened, and another group of insects was poured into the tank. Aglaia repeated the previous action, controlling

Holding the stone puppet, he scooped up the milky white liquid from the crucible and poured it on the insects.

This time, the bugs stuck together and turned into a female human body. She waved her hand again, and the female body was lifted away by the rope and sent into the boundless darkness.

Just like that, she repeated this action with concentration and precision.

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

Is she engaged in such a job in the underworld?

How many years? Fifty years...?

His heart ached.

"Look at me, look at me, look at me... please..."

He lay on the crucible, tilted his head, and forced his face to the other person's neck, fearful and uneasy.

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

What kind of look was that? Hoffa felt that it was extremely calm, as calm as the water of the Dead Sea, with no emotion visible, calm and numb, and he had no idea what she was thinking.

"What happened...tell me what happened..."

Hoffa's voice slowly turned from excited to humble. He sat blankly on the crucible, confusion written all over his face.

One by one, new human bodies appeared from the stone trough, and were lifted away again. The insects were used up, and the crucible was almost empty. The silver-haired ghost slowly fell from the air to the ground and snapped his fingers again.

Bang bang bang... The metal armored guard from before walked in from outside the cave with a bang.

"Who asked you to bring in the idlers?"

The silver-haired ghost asked expressionlessly, his voice revealing a hint of fatigue.

"I didn't stop him, sir. I'm very sorry. I was useless. No one was more derelict than me. Please give me another chance." Metal Armor said in a voice of gold and iron.

"Take it away." The silver-haired ghost said briefly.

"yes."

The metal armor took a step forward. With his height of three meters, he held Hoffa's shoulders and lifted him off the crucible. Then he held him under his arm and walked outside without any hesitation.

, while walking, he kept chattering: "Sir, you can do whatever you want elsewhere, but if you want a new body, I advise you to queue up honestly. After all, if you offend the miko, you will...

....."

Bang!!

Hoffa suddenly raised his hand and struck out with a heavy punch, directly smashing the pile of armor into a pile of discarded parts, which scattered all over the ground and hit the cave wall.

"Don't you dare touch me!"

He roared angrily.

Then, he suppressed the rising emotions and returned to the silver-haired ghost.

"Aglaia...Aglaia..."

Hoffa stretched out his hand tremblingly, wanting to touch the figure in front of him, "Why did you see me...How come you didn't react at all when you saw me? Do you even recognize me?"

The palm passed straight through her face, feeling nothing, no different from touching the air. Even so, the silver-haired ghost in front of him still turned his head to the side, looking extremely cold.

"I really, really miss you. I have a lot to say to you," Hoffa said with great sourness.

"Keep it." The silver-haired ghost said the only thing to him: "I don't want to hear it."

"Well....!????"

Hoffa's words were so tightly held in his chest that he couldn't say a word, as if a pair of invisible hands were strangling his throat.

On the other side, the pile of metal parts that he had scattered were put back together to form a complete armored man, with nothing changed.

It clanked up to Hoffa, held down his shoulders, and said righteously: "Your Excellency, why did you take action when you disagreed? Could it be that life in Helheim has not smoothed over all the money you have accumulated in this world?"

Is there any grievance among you? This is wrong. Wherever you go, you have to be on a first-come, first-served basis..."

"Go away! Are you annoyed!?"

Bang!!

Another punch.

It hit the metal armor with a bang, but this time it did not fall apart. Instead, it held Hoffa's mental body with a metal fist. The force was so strong that it could not move even an inch. After the two were in a stalemate for a moment, the metal armor slowly

He pressed his hand down.

"It seems that you died just recently and don't know the rules of Helheim. There is no need for uniqueness, personality, or special souls here. Anyone who is violent, fanatical, turbulent, or sharp will be smoothed here.

Angular. If you don’t want to be hung on the road of thorns, I advise you to maintain a respectful attitude towards everything here!"

After saying that, it took a step forward, and two more metal arms stretched out from its back. Its four hands firmly pulled Hoffa's shoulders, dragged him, and pulled him out of the darkness little by little.

crypt, and then threw him out.

Bang!

Metal armor closed the door.

Hoffa, who was as dull as a tree, rolled twice on the ground, looked up at the closed door, and jumped back again.

"Why are you doing this to me!! Aglaia, I will definitely take you out of here, I have found a way!!!"

he shouted through the door.

There was no response from the door.

"Aglaia, why don't you speak? Are you unable to say anything? Do you have any difficulties? Can you give me a hint!?"

There was no answer or sound from the door.

"Open the door!"
To be continued...