Recognizing the owner of the voice, Hoffa was startled and quickly stepped back and let go of Miranda's shoulders.

On the narrow stairs, Miranda's face was split into two. One half was painful and sad, and the other half was cold and dark.

Then, like string cheese, her cold half twisted and struggled crazily, and finally split into another face. The head of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy stood on her neck, with Miranda's shoulder on top.

It had two heads and looked extremely scary.

This wasn't over yet. After the head appeared, another hand stretched out. That hand stretched out from Miranda's shoulder, like a butterfly crawling out of a cicada's chrysalis.

This scene is so bizarre that it is simply unimaginable.

Then, the little boy crawled out from Miranda's shoulders. He was only twelve or thirteen years old. His whole body was filled with black energy, but his eyes were determined and his expression was extremely cold.

But Miranda's face was pale. She grabbed the wand with one hand and pulled the little boy forcefully with the other hand to prevent him from leaving her body. She was sweating profusely.

The little boy who crawled out was very familiar to Hoffa.

"Miller!" he called the little boy's name. He still remembered Miller's help to him fifty years later.

But Miller turned his head fiercely and roared one word: "Get out!!!"

It was so disgusting, as if Hannibal had seen little Scipio, every cell on his face was filled with disgust.

"Where are you going!?" Miranda said painfully: "Come back here, don't be so willful!"

"Am I willful?" the little boy roared in resistance, "Let me go, I've had enough!" Miller pointed at Hoffa: "I want to separate the family, I want to separate the family, I don't care who you do with whom, don't

Use my body! That’s disgusting!!”

Hoffa recalled that Miller at this time was not the same person fifty years ago. He had no memory of adventures with him. And what Miranda did with him that night, I am afraid Miller also experienced it. If he

Identify yourself as a male.

So that night...Hoffa's face suddenly turned ugly.

No wonder he wanted to separate the family.

"This is my body, and I am the master." Miranda grabbed him tightly and refused to let him leave.

"I have also stayed here for more than ten years, why are you the master?" Miller roared ferociously: "I will never follow this guy to die, and I will never allow you to desecrate my body! Come and fight to the death,

Sister, whoever wins will control this body!"

"Stop being delusional! You bastard!" Miranda cursed painfully: "I can do everything you know, and you will never be able to beat me!"

"Whether it works or not, you won't know until you fight it!"

Miller roared like a giant bear and punched Miranda condescendingly. Miranda held Miller's arm and hit Miller's chin with an uppercut without mercy.

"You hit me, you really hit me! I will fight you!"

Miller went crazy and cried in pain, "It hurts my wrist!"

Miranda waved her wand: "Counter-curse shield!"

The red light flashed, and the spell was bounced back. Unexpectedly, Miller also held up the anti-magic shield at the same time, so the spell bounced back and forth between them. The two of them tore each other's hair, without any master's style.

A scuffle broke out on the narrow spiral staircase.

Hoffa was stunned to see the siblings fighting together like this, and they might fall into the abyss at any time.

He subconsciously wanted to break up the fight. But as soon as he took a step forward, the two fighting men turned their heads.

Miranda: "Let's go!"

Miller: "Get out!"

Miranda: "We don't have to worry about you!"

Miller: "Go do your job! It makes me sick just looking at you, idiot!"

Although the words are different, the meanings expressed are similar.

Hoffa pointed at Miller, gave him a threatening look, and then turned around without looking back. As soon as he turned around, there was an earth-shaking spell energy behind him. He gritted his teeth and refused to turn around.

He looked back, but resolutely rushed towards the highest point of the tower.

There, there is his final opponent.

The three partners left Hoffa one after another, and he had nothing to do about it. But to be honest, he felt a lot more relaxed.

If Silby wants to solve the problem between kings and generals, then why is he not so eager to have the power of time? He does not think that the cursed Silby will be his opponent.

The stairs all the way up seem to be endless, just like the Tower of Babel in the biblical myth, that building rejected by God.

I don’t know how Silby built such a tower to the sky. When he climbed to a height of about five thousand meters, the stairs completely disappeared. Only some small concave and convex scratches remained on the tower columns.

The oxygen here gradually became thinner, so thin that Hoffa didn't even dare to turn into a thunderbird and fly upwards. He grabbed the groove on the tower wall and climbed higher little by little. The wind whistled in his ears, and there was nothing around him. He

You must pay all your attention to your hand to prevent it from accidentally falling.

In this concentration, the noisy voice that had been permeating his mind and heard due to the flow mantra finally faded away.

He kept going upwards, six thousand meters, seven thousand meters, eight thousand meters, nine thousand meters, ten thousand meters. Finally, when his body was covered with ice and he could hardly breathe, he finally touched this

The top of a sky-high tower.

It was a platform like a giant lotus pod, standing on the top of tiny vines, which was extremely dreamy. Like Spider-Man, he clung to the edge of the platform, with his back tens of thousands of meters in the sky, and finally stood on the platform.

And he finally met his final opponent, the guy in the wheelchair. He was a man, a woman, a genius, a madman, a wizard, and a king.

The last time he was on the island in the middle of the lake in Hogwarts, Silby had thousands of structures and tens of thousands of forbidden magic books. But this time he had nothing but a wheelchair.

The wheelchair carried him and slowly turned around. The guy in the wheelchair was wrapped in a gray blanket and couldn't move as he was when they first met.

The difference is that last time he occupied the body of a young man, this time he occupied the body of a young woman.

Delfina's body has been cursed for a long time, and it is likely that it has almost reached the end of its life. She is skin and bones, and there is not much life underneath. On her knees, there is a rough wooden stick, which is Huo Huo's body.

The wand of law.

Hoffa patted the ice shards on his body and said. He had been looking forward to seeing Sylby, and there was inevitably anxiety, expectation, and irritability, but when he actually came in front of him, he calmed down.

: "It's hard to find here."

"You are looking in the wrong place. Osivia is smarter than you at this point. She immediately thought of my hometown." The guy in the wheelchair raised an arm tremblingly and pointed to the horizon in the distance:

"Look, isn't it beautiful?"

Hoffa glanced at the horizon. The morning sun was rising, and the sea was half red and half blue. It was indeed beautiful. But he was more concerned about Silby's arm raised from under his cloak. His body could actually move!

"Have you lifted the curse?" Hoffa asked.

"No, otherwise I wouldn't be sitting in a wheelchair." Silby's arms drooped weakly and fell to his side. "In fact, every body has different resistance. Some are weak and some are strong. This body's luck

Not bad, I can move it with one hand."

Hoffa: "I thought you were going to lift the curse."

Silby in the wheelchair shook his head, "It's not necessary. Since playing against you, I have found a better way to realize my ideal."

The strong wind blew between them. Under the platform tens of thousands of meters high, one could see the vast Atlantic Ocean and the European continent. Hoffa looked around and asked: "How did you build this tower?"

"By controlling those sleepwalkers, if everyone in the world is willing to help you, you can even build this tower on the moon." Silby said casually: "But considering that you are coming, I will

I have cultivated to such a high level, otherwise I can go even higher."

He probably hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time and seemed to talk a lot, but Hoffa didn't want to listen to Silby's chatter. He asked, "Is there anyone else here?"

"No more, it's just you and me here." Silby said.

"Then you will definitely lose." Hoffa said, and he strode towards Silby. After reminiscing about old times, he should take action.

"Since I will definitely die today, as my mourner, do you want to hear my last wish, as..." Silby grinned slowly and said with a smile: "Respect for my opponent

.”

"I don't want to," Hoffa said, without stopping at all.

The paralyzed Silby was unmoved. He said calmly: "You once asked me in a dream whether I was lonely. There must be some self-questioning and answering in this sentence."

Hoffa paused, then continued walking: "It has nothing to do with you."

Silby added: "No one in the world knows you better than me, Hoffa. After a person has no opponent at all, he will no longer feel fulfilled. Dumbledore cannot give you this kind of fulfillment, Grinder

Wo can't give it to you, your little girlfriends can't give it to you, only I can give it to you."

Hoffa's footsteps did not stop at all, but walked faster and faster until he strode in front of Silby and looked at him condescendingly: "Have you ever heard of a saying or a joke that villains die from talking too much.

"

Silby smiled, and then returned to his expressionless expression, "You really know how to joke. I have been sitting here for almost two years, and I don't mind sitting here for a little longer. You must have been gone for a long time, so I don't mind sitting here again.

Take a few more steps.”

Hoffa stretched out his palm and rested it on Sylby's neck. With a gentle pull, Sylby was lifted up from the gray cloth. The wand on his knee also rolled down to the ground.

Under the gray cloth, he was hanging in the air and swaying. This time, there was no mechanical structure on his body to help him walk. There was only a skinny chest and limbs. He was as light as a doll. As long as Hoffa was willing

, you can tear him apart in one second, without even using the power of time.

Such an undefended appearance made Hoffa feel that something was wrong. After fighting the man in front of him several times, he was like Sima Yi looking at Zhuge Liang's empty city, instinctively suspecting that there was a trick.

Silby was not afraid and said calmly: "You can't get anything by killing me. You should know what will happen to those people outside who are dreaming if they break away from their dreams. They will die because they can't bear the reality.
To be continued...