The silver-haired ghost jumped up, floated to the head of the jackrabbit, and sat down.

"Follow me."

She patted the jackrabbit on the head, her tone leaving no room for argument and no room for rejection.

Hoffa was overjoyed. Happiness came too suddenly, and the ups and downs of life were just like this. Sure enough, she still remembered herself, otherwise why would she let him sit next to her? She must have been too busy just now, so she had no time to pay attention to herself.

He crawled up the body of the jackrabbit, ran to her and sat down next to her. The body of the jackrabbit was very big, but after sitting on it, it felt like it was hollow.

Little Barty looked a little annoyed. He stood below and stared at Hoffa, who was smiling, and then at the silver-haired ghost with a cold face. After thinking about it, he floated up and sat next to the two of them.

After the three of them sat down, the rabbit's ears suddenly grew very big, and it flew upward lightly, like a flying bird.

"Is this the magic you learned in the underworld? It's really amazing."

Hoffa immediately exclaimed, "Can you teach me in the future?"

As soon as he sat on the rabbit's back, he began to flatter him, but the silver-haired ghost put his hands on his knees and remained completely unmoved.

Aglaia didn't say anything, and he didn't blame himself. Hoffa looked at the jackrabbit beneath him, and after racking his brains, he came up with a plan: "By the way, I have a joke about rabbits, do you want to hear it?"

"

The silver-haired ghost still didn't speak, and the long-eared rabbit flapped its ears all the way up, passing through the dark and gloomy organs of the giant's belly.

Hoffa, who was ignored, scratched his head in embarrassment. Fortunately, Barty Jr., who was sitting behind him, came to his rescue: "What's that joke about rabbits?"

"ha!"

Hoffa was so grateful that he almost cried. For the first time, he found that little Barty was actually cute.

He started talking enthusiastically: "Once upon a time, there were three little white rabbits who picked a mushroom. The older one asked the younger one to get some wild vegetables to eat together. The little rabbit said: "I won't go. If I leave, you will

Will eat my mushrooms."

The two older ones said, "No, don't worry."

So the little white rabbit went away. Half a year passed, and the little white rabbit still hadn't come back. The big one said, "It won't come back, let's eat it."

The other big one said: "Wait a little longer."

A year has passed, and the little white rabbit has not come back. The two older ones discussed: "No need to wait, let's eat." At this moment, the little white rabbit suddenly jumped out of the jungle next to it and said angrily.

: "Look! I knew you were going to eat my mushrooms!"

"Hahahahaha!"

After saying that, Hoffa burst into laughter himself. Barty Jr. also followed behind Hoffa, forcing himself to laugh.

"Ah ha ha ha"

"Ahaha."

"Aha..."

"ah..."

"...."

But they smiled and laughed... and the two of them fell silent. Because the silver-haired ghost remained motionless, his eyes, expressions and postures remained motionless, as if he was petrified.

What the hell was I just saying!!

An invisible cold wind blew from his feet to the top of his head. Hoffa buried his face in his palms, feeling regretful and wanting to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. He didn't have a face at the moment. If he had a face, he would probably be almost red and bleeding.

Already.

Little Barty leaned close to Hoffa's ear and whispered: "I have been here in Helheim for a few days, and every day I see people coming over to flatter her and want to ask for a body. Their slaps are much louder than yours."

Already."

"How did they film it?"

Hoffa's face turned green and his heart was tingling.

"They would kneel down, kiss the ground in front of her, recite carefully composed poems to her, and some would even place her statue on a shrine and worship her day and night."

"That's it, no wonder!"

Hoffa gritted his teeth: "How did she react?"

"It seems to be almost the same as now...but it's a little gentler than my attitude towards you."

Hoffa was so angry that his head was filled with smoke. He thought of those who punched, ate dirt, and fought wildly with each other. Could it be that in Aglaia's eyes, he was not as good as some ordinary ghosts from the underworld?

No, this is impossible!

Or do you mean that your attitude is not good enough?

Why don't you try kneeling down yourself?

Under some kind of panic and anxiety, a devilish thought arose in his mind. As soon as this thought appeared, it galloped wildly in his mind, like a wild horse running wild.

Finally, he stood up tremblingly on the long-eared rabbit, thinking that he had been chased to the underworld, so what did that little dignity mean?

If only she could see herself smiling, like she used to.

"Don't move."

As soon as he lifted his butt a centimeter, the silver-haired ghost said coldly.

The idea was seen through before it was implemented. Hoffa sat down with great annoyance, thinking that he had seen a ghost and was seen through without doing anything. But after thinking about it, he became happy again. He hadn't even taken off his pants yet.

The other party knew that he wanted to fart, which must be a sign of the ultimate tacit understanding. He fantasized happily, secretly looking at that familiar profile, and the more he looked at it, the more he fell in love with it.

The long-eared rabbit flew up all the way at a very fast speed. However, it was not the same path as when it came down. On the way here, Hoffa had seen many giant organs and strange buildings, but this area seemed quite large.

It was so empty that the jackrabbit could not see anything after flying for a long time. Even the sun and moon stars above were covered by thick fog.

It flew until it reached the position of the giant's head, and the jackrabbit stopped. It hovered on an empty and lonely aerial platform in the thick fog. On the platform, there was only a small place to stay, and other places were very sharp.

of steel thorns.

Some of those thorns are more than ten meters high, pointing straight into the sky like sharp swords, while others are only the size of sewing needles, but they are densely covered on the ground, stained with rust-colored blood, and look a bit creepy.

The long-eared rabbit was too big to land on the thorns, so the silver-haired ghost jumped down first, Hoffa quickly followed her, and little Barty followed behind Hoffa.

The platform is very small, and there are even fewer places to stay. Above the only place to stay, there is a long and narrow path. The path goes all the way up, leading to high places in the mist. You can't see the end at a glance. On both sides of the road are

Big or small iron thorns.

"Where is this?"

Hoffa seized the opportunity to get close to Aglaia. He felt that the other party would definitely answer his question.

"The path of thorns."

As expected, the silver-haired ghost said concisely and concisely.

"Where is the Path of Thorns?" Hoffa asked next, pretending to be really curious.

Aglaia simply said: "Let's go."

With that said, she floated up the steps covered with thorns.

Hoffa followed her, secretly complaining, would he die if he said a few more words? He still remembered that fifty years ago, this guy was famous for being a talkative person.

Rumble.

Not far away, the ground shook slightly, and then the shaking became more and more severe.

A huge boulder rolled down from the high steps with great force and speed.

Hoffa and Barty were startled by the falling boulders and hurriedly hid beside the road. Aglaia seemed quite calm. She moved three steps to the left, and the stone rubbed her face.

The tip of the nose rolled over, looking very dangerous.

boom!!

The boulder hit a huge iron thorn at the bottom of the stone platform and stopped.

"Is this some kind of trap?"

Little Barty asked with lingering fear.

"It seems not."

Hoffa said that he saw a figure running down the steps with firm but heavy steps, and soon passed them by without looking away.

Different from the translucent ghost, it was a man with bronze skin. He was two meters tall. He wore no clothes, only a piece of crotch cloth. Each of his muscles was as high as a hillock and extremely developed.

He quickly came to the falling boulder. The boulder was five meters in diameter and more than twice his height.

I saw the bronze muscular man standing in front of the round stone, carrying the heavy round stone with great difficulty, pushing it up with great difficulty, moving the stone little by little, and pushing it towards the heights of the thorn path.

The stone rolled slowly on the stone steps. Every muscle in the man's body under the stone was trembling, and veins popped out on his forehead. His feet suffered from huge pressure, causing cracks one after another on the thorny road.

, the bones are visible deep, and the flesh and blood are blurred, making it unbearable to look directly at.

Aglaia introduced herself to Hoffa: "This is Sisyphus. Because he blasphemed the God of Death, he kidnapped the God of Death so that there would be no death in the world. Finally, after the God of Death escaped from trouble, in order to punish him, he asked him to give him a piece of

The boulder was pushed up to the top of the mountain, but because the boulder was too heavy, it would roll down the mountain again before reaching the top of the mountain, and all the previous efforts were wasted. So he repeated this work, again and again, year after year, endlessly."

This was the first time Aglaia had spoken so much to Hoffa, but the excitement on Hoffa's face gradually disappeared and became solemn.
To be continued...