Harry Potter: I Am a Legend

Hoffa was stunned when he saw Batty squatting among the two plants.

He always felt that Little Batty was in a coma after being blown by the cold wind of Helheim. But he didn't expect that his soul was also dragged into the underworld, seeming to come earlier than himself.

"Ba...hiccup...Mr. He,"

Little Batty rubbed his hands and smiled, "We...hiccup...we meet again."

Not only was he giggling, but there were several wine bottles scattered around him, his face was red, and he seemed to be drinking too much.

"Can you speak?"

Hoffa stretched out his hand and waved in front of Barty's face, trying to confirm his mental state. This guy was still talking madly in Shining's arms a few days ago.

"I'm not...hiccup...can talk all the time?"

Little Batty looked at Hoffa in wonder, and then became ecstatic: "Is Mr. Bach here to save me?"

"I... be it." Hoffa thought for a while, and accepted it hypocritically. Deny the phantom share, admit it does no harm.

"Hiccup..... You are so kind, no one has ever treated me so kindly!"

The drunk drunk Barty burped loudly and cried out, "I didn't believe that when that person told me, who would save someone like me? I didn't expect you to really come, ooh. Oh..."

He squatted on the ground and wiped his tears, crying inexplicably.

"Can you walk across the passing bridge of Helheim?" Hoffa looked at him, and the fox questioned. He didn't think that Barty's mental power could carry the cruel cold wind of the passing bridge.

"What bridge of the past..... hiccup..."

Little Batty raised her head with teardrops on her face: "I was brought here as soon as I woke up, and that person asked me to wait for you here, but unfortunately...hiccup...I drank too much."

"So you smashed the stone?"

Hoffa raised the stone in his hand.

"Yes, it's me, I'm so sorry, Mr. Bach, it's okay if you drink too much, it's not accurate," said the drunk little Batty.

Hoffa dropped the stone and kicked away the wine bottles at Barty's feet. "Who told you to wait for me here?"

"I, I don't know. I haven't seen a few people..."

Little Batty shook his head and shook his head, and his face suddenly fell off.

Yes, his entire face suddenly fell off, melted to the ground like melted wax, and turned into a dense pile of worms, which shocked Hoffa.

He stared at the little Batty with half of his head stunned. On his face, countless worms squirmed like needles on a ragdoll, exposing the transparent soul body behind.

At the market, a ghost lying behind the wine shop cursed, "Don't disintegrate here. Do you think there are not enough bugs here?"

As he said, the ghost behind the wine shop flew into the shop and went to a broom. The broom came alive and swept up on the ground. When passing by Little Barty, the broom hit his leg severely: "Go back to the lower level. go with!"

Little Batty's body was like a torn sack. After being hit by a broomstick, a hole broke in his leg, and a few worms fell out of it. Hoffa's scalp was numb.

"It's time again, I can't drink anymore."

Little Batty, who was half-headed, murmured helplessly.

"What's the matter with you?" Hoffa asked.

"The prosthesis, this body is fake, someone else helped me make it, so I can barely let me experience the sensory stimulation of a living person, otherwise I won't even be able to grasp the stone."

Little Batty said depressed, after the prosthesis disappeared, he was sober from drunkenness. He raised the bottle in his hand and poured it on his head.

The liquor passed through his transparent ghost head, entered his body made of dense worms, and leaked from his broken throat. It was useless, and he reluctantly threw the bottle away.

Only then did Hoffa discover the difference between himself and Little Batty. His spirit is as condensed as an entity, and he can touch objects such as wine bottles and stones, but most of the ghosts floating here do not possess entities.

He couldn't help shivering, "How long have you been here?"

There was a daze on the face of Little Batty’s ghost. He broke his fingers and hesitated for a long time without giving a definite answer. Finally, he scratched his head: "I didn’t know for sure. Once here, I feel that everything here is so familiar, and I feel like I've stayed for a long time. Do you feel that way, Mr. Bach?"

"I do not have."

Hoffa said dryly.

Little Batty looked at him expectantly: "The person who gave me this body told me that as long as I find you, you can bring me back to the living world. Is this true? You can really bring me back to life. The human world?"

"Who actually told you that?" Hoffa was puzzled.

"Tell me if it's true first!" Little Barty looked at him hungrily.

"It should be...really...right."

Hoffa was a little uncertain.

Little Batty stared directly at him.

"Well, it's true, I will take you out!"

Hoffa waved his hand impatiently: "But first tell me who asked you to find me!"

"You'll know when you come with me!"

The little Batty who got the affirmative answer instantly became energetic, and the remaining worms on his face trembled.

"Come here, Lord... Mr. Bach!"

He excitedly took Hoffa and ran inside the hollow giant, dropping the bug while running. It looks disgusting.

Hoffa frowned and followed behind him, and Barty Jr did not know how long he had been here, but was familiar with the environment here.

They walked up the steps that resembled blood vessels, jumping over bubbles that resembled platelets. Walked all the way down, and finally stood up in front of a large intestine-like corridor. God knows how big the entrance of the large intestine is. It is round, I don't know how many years it has gone through, and it looks tattered. It is full of pits and holes. The pits slowly crawl over something similar to giant worms from time to time.

"What's that?" Hoffa looked at the bugs burrowing through the intestinal wall, his heart hairy.

"I don't know, they are the only living thing here." Little Batty raised his hand, his palm turned into a pile of bugs, falling off to the ground, "Neither die nor rot."

An elevator got out of the large intestine corridor and stopped in front of the two of them.

Ding dong.

The elevator opened, and a group of people hulled out of them. They were all undressed, with complete bodies, and their faces were full of excitement and expectation.

"How are you going to die today?"

"It's always the same, drinking to death, I don't know how long this body can withstand this time, how about you?"

"I won't drink this time, I came up with a new way to play."

"What's the gameplay?"

"I plan to take a bath with sulfuric acid."

"Hey, I've played with that kind of thing a long time ago. I can't feel anything but pain."

"Then you can't think of it, I decided to have **** with someone, and then jumped into the sulfuric acid pool when it was the coolest."

......

Several people in the elevator said sensational things, and they walked farther and farther with a smile. Hoffa looked at the backs of those guys in disbelief. He could feel that these people were not joking, but were talking very seriously.

"Let's go, Mr. Bach." Batty Jr. walked into the elevator with a familiar appearance.

"What are they talking about?" Hoffa got into the elevator.

"Nothing to say, just daily chatting."

Little Batty presses the last button on the elevator.

Huh!

The rapid fall began, even faster than the free fall on the earth. Not only is it faster, the elevator is also spinning around in the large intestine.

Hoffa felt that if he still had a body, he would be spit out by this centrifugal force, but fortunately he had no body.

The elevator went all the way down, and after falling, it turned into a sideways movement.

The violent wind that passed through the cracks in the large intestine blew across Little Batty's body, and his body gradually disintegrated into a pile of worms. The worms were blown away by the wind in the mist of the abyss, revealing his transparent soul.

While traveling at extreme speed, Hoffa saw another elevator flying in the opposite direction, with another self sitting inside, but the picture only flashed by and disappeared randomly. He was taken aback, and hurriedly leaned in front of the broken elevator, watching the mist that flashed outside.

But that scene was just his illusion. There was no elevator outside the large intestine, only giant islands resembling pancreas, and towering giant trees like alveoli, with pink spheres hung on it.

"Mr. Bach, don't look at it, there are too many weird things here." Little Batty said, "When I first came here, I was very scared, but I have been here these days and found that if I don't want anything, No matter what. It feels pretty good."

"Not bad, what do you want to go back for?" Hoffa asked angrily when he turned his head.

"You will know right away."

As he said, the light gradually weakened as it descended, and the vision of the sun and the moon at the top was covered by fog and other organs. The speed of the elevator gradually slowed down.

They came to a place like the giant's bladder or pancreas. Compared with the prosperity and light of the giant's upper body, it was extremely dark and gloomy.

Ding Dong, the elevator is down.

Just opened the elevator.

boom! !

Half of his head full of worms was smashed against Hoffa, startling him.

It turned out that a few men on both sides of the road were lying in the soil and beating each other frantically, with their noses and faces swollen, and their limbs flying, but they were unconscious and beat each other tirelessly.

The ground is full of rotten potholes, and inside are all kinds of worms, large or small. Their heads popped on the ground and flicked aimlessly like grass or shrubs.

As you move forward, more and more people are fighting each other. Some of the participants were brutally slaughtered and their entire bodies were severed. They were lying stumblingly among the dumped gloomy buildings and the squirming swarms of insects. Some people have broken hands and feet, and some have lost their heads. But they are still tearing at each other happily.

"What are they doing, is there any deep hatred?" Hoffa asked Batty.

"No, there is no contradiction here." Little Batty said.

"Then why are they fighting."

"Because the body is short-lived for them."

Little Batty said sadly: "Here, time has almost no end. There is no concept of death, no concept of change, let alone the concept of feeling, no taste, no touch, no pain, no smell, what Not at all. Only by having a body can people here barely experience the feeling of being alive."

Nothing at all...

Hoffa pursed his lips, and for some reason he suddenly thought of the mimic that had been summoned by Grindelwald to the real world. It was also made up of countless worms. As soon as it landed, it was so excited and uncontrollable that it even lay on the ground to eat dirt.

Is this the price of eternity?

He looked at those frantically fighting people, secretly startled.

All the way forward, the atmosphere is bizarre and unbelievable.

On the gloomy island of pancreas, the picture becomes more and more exciting. For example, a group of men gather together to give hands, or a group of women are lying on the mud to eat soil, or a few children with only half of their body, raising their arms and laughing Beating and beating.

There is nothing in their eyes, only long and boundless holes. It seems that only the most extreme stimulation can make them find the feeling of existence.

When they came to the bottom of the pancreas, the extreme fighting and the ghost of SeX gradually disappeared. Only some half-human and half-worm remains on the ground. They are like discarded toys, thrown on the ground indiscriminately, gradually reappearing in human form. Turned back into bugs.

It was devastated like a garbage dump.

Several huge stone puppets walked in the garbage dump, took the stone trough to scoop up the remains and insects on the ground, and then held the stone trough full of insects and silently entered a large iron gate on the ground.

"The person who asked me to come to you is inside." Little Batty pointed to the big iron door.

Hoffa stopped speaking. At this moment, a certain kind of strong prediction was now in his heart, it was mixed with uneasy excitement, he could not help speeding up his pace, breathing more and more rapidly.

Following the stone puppets holding the stone trough, large iron doors opened in front of Hoffa, and they walked into a long, dark underground corridor. The ceiling is high here, and on the right is a row of smoking torches, emitting a deep orange light.

The anxiety and excitement became stronger and stronger, almost making Hoffa faint. Across the time and space of unknown planes, he could feel his heart beating frantically, convulsing violently, and dying in an unknown place.

He staggered and ran.

The stone golem disappeared in an iron door in the deepest part of the corridor.

Hoffa rushed forward. Unexpectedly, a metal armor over three meters high came over with a click, stopping the two of them.

"Eh, who are you, the witch-sama works in the forbidden area, don't rush into it!" The metal armor made a sound of collision with gold and iron under the hollow helmet.

Little Batty was a little confused, "Hey, didn't the lady let me bring him over?"

"I didn't say I wanted to see it when I brought it here. The Miko is so busy, can anyone see it? Go go, get out quickly..."

Before the metal armor was finished, Hoffa had already rushed out, and it couldn't help but yelled anxiously behind Hoffa: "Hey, what's the matter with you!!!"

Hoffa couldn't hear the sound of the metal armor and Little Batty at all. Since coming here, the sense of foreboding has almost swallowed him up. He clearly knows what is waiting for him ahead, knowing clearly.

The sense of foreboding urged him to run until he couldn't breathe.

The huge iron gate appeared in front, getting closer and closer, getting closer and closer, without saying a word, Hoffa bumped his head on the huge gate and smashed the iron gate open.

Boom.

The scene in front of him shook his whole body and stood motionless.

In the gloomy crypt, there are some moldy carpets on the ground. They were once gorgeous and gorgeous, but now they have faded and covered with dust. The gold pattern on the fabric is still faintly visible, intermittently between the dim gray and the mottled green. Flashing light.

On the carpet.

A transparent silver-haired girl was facing her back.

She floated in the air, facing a huge cauldron as high as two people, slowly moving her arms. A huge stone puppet stood beside her, imitating her movements, stirring the cauldron with a stone rod.