Chapter 836 Seeing Death Again
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
The Department of Mysteries has many mysteries.
That room full of love is one.
The Hall of Death is the same one.
This is where executions are carried out.
However, because in the past period, the Ministry of Magic cooperated with the Dementors.
Things like death and execution have become the job of dementors.
As a result, the Hall of Death remained abandoned for a long time.
That archway leading to nowhere may not be death behind it.
Sirius almost fell in once, but was kicked out by John.
Speaking of which, John is Sirius's benefactor.
Standing in front of the arch again, the thin curtains swayed.
There is obviously no wind here, but it is floating.
John could feel the breath of the Deathly Hallows that was similar to the arch.
That's right here.
"I once walked out of Nirvana, and now I am entering while alive."
...
magic tower.
Winter is not very kind to birds, but it is very kind to dogs.
Riddle opened his eyes. He likes to sleep in winter.
Seemingly seeing something, it flapped its wings and left the magic tower.
Basil saw it leaving and didn't chase it.
Underneath the Magic Tower.
The girl is struggling internally.
She looked at the door and wanted to push it open, but then pulled back.
After several attempts, she finally didn't push the door open.
As she turned around to leave, a black shadow fell on her head.
Grab the girl's shoulders.
"Riddle?"
Daphne was startled, and then she saw what was grabbing her.
Riddle saw her hesitating below, so he simply flew down.
Daphne was caught by Riddle, with an owl's head resting on her head.
Riddle called twice, and the door of the magic tower opened.
This time the next round won't work
Funi left.
"Christmas is coming, so it makes sense for me to give you Christmas gifts."
As if explaining to Riddle or convincing herself, Daphne encouraged herself and finally took a brave step.
Only when she entered the magic tower could she feel the coldness coming from this empty tower.
It's colder here than outside, as if it's more than ten degrees cooler.
The black walls and shadows beneath my feet became intimidating.
There is only one staircase leading to an unknown place, so deep that it seems to lead to an abyss.
Daphne was stunned for a moment.
The great Witch King did not give himself any splendor, only this boundless darkness.
Daphne's mind grew heavy.
Or maybe it was because Riddle was standing on her shoulder.
She walked towards the stairs, as if there were a pair of eyes watching her.
Stepping onto the stairs, she headed towards the top floor step by step.
When she came to her senses, the stairs at her feet were still there.
But the stairs when we arrived were already submerged in darkness.
She had no way out and could only continue to move forward.
The road seems to have no end.
Daphne gritted her teeth and insisted, sweat streaking across her cheeks.
Riddle wiped her with a feather thoughtfully.
"Thank you, Riddle."
It was strange. It was obviously Riddle who made the decision for her, but Daphne felt that this might be the best.
Only by walking up this staircase can she know what kind of path the person she likes is taking.
Riddle's round eyes stared at Daphne as she struggled to climb the stairs. She had no intention of coming down.
But it seems to know a lot.
...
Hall of Death.
John prepared to enter the arch.
This place is like a place full of life-threatening
In a cursed place, no one knows where it leads.
This secret is about to be solved by John.
He listened to the whispers coming from behind the arch, vague, as if they were the murmurs of those left behind.
take the first step.
John sets out towards death.
Live to death.
A sentence I once gave myself.
John got closer and closer to the arch, until behind him, he stepped into the arch.
The murmuring sound became intense and went into my ears desperately.
John's expression was dull, and those sounds were just a slightly noisy noise to someone who had experienced death.
His body began to disappear, and under the cloak, he could feel that his body had become illusory.
Like a door key, it leads people to different places.
It's a very different feeling.
Few people can stay awake on the road to death. John did.
He saw wind, snow and frost, an endless world.
The undead walk here in confusion. They have no self-awareness, and some only move forward instinctively.
Some people's shoes have been worn out, and their feet have left bloody marks on the ground.
The road is rugged, and occasionally you can see galloping horses pulling a cart.
There is also the knight after death, riding his colt.
"This is the way to the world of the dead."
The fog there is consistent with what John once saw in Nirvana.
Only through here can you reach the other shore.
John guessed that he stayed awake because of the Deathly Hallows on his body.
Originally belonging to the God of Death, these things can allow people to avoid death.
John walked forward.
Those fogs made it impossible to see through, and he could only follow the souls that were moving aimlessly.
Some people died in modern times,
Wearing shabby suits, there are also people wearing medieval costumes.
This road is too long, and people have walked for a long time without ever arriving.
Lost souls need guidance.
A resurrection stone appears in John's hand, which can draw the power of the soul.
Holding the Resurrection Stone in his right hand, every ghost he passes will follow behind him.
After a day, there were already more than a dozen souls following him.
Moving on, John felt no fatigue.
On the contrary, the soul follows, making him more and more abundant.
He thought for a while, and in the final analysis, it should be help from the Deathly Hallows.
These things exert even greater power in the world of death.
John led the way and walked for two more days.
There is already a team of no less than 50 people behind him.
The Resurrection Stone becomes a lamp in the hand, illuminating the ghost's path forward.
The Elder Wand waved, parting the path of mist.
The cloak scares John into becoming the guide.
His mood became calmer and calmer, as if he was becoming the Grim Reaper to guide this path.
The wonderful feeling is unstoppable.
As he continued on, a knight rode by and joined the procession.
Nobles followed in carriages.
The undead formed a long queue behind him in this kingdom of death.
The Witch-King used his wand to create paths and stones as lights.
By the fourth day, more than a thousand souls followed John.
This is a huge team.
He had to raise his right hand.
The shoes of the undead were worn out, and the rugged roads and cold wind and snow tortured the dead.
Day [-].
More and more undead saw the guide, and they gathered
Together.
Let the team exceed 2000 people.
They walked, filling a dozen turns in the winding road.
Some undead souls died on the road, and their souls became weaker existences.
Day [-].
The wind and snow are still there, and the cut fog begins to recover.
As a guide, John increased his efforts to restore the fog later.
This team has reached an astonishing 4000 people.
They are doubling every day.
There are countless undead in this world, and all John can do is to take away the lost undead.
On the seventh day, the number reached 8000.
There is also a wizard among them, but the wizard is still confused after his death.
Maybe he was killed by the Death Curse, or maybe it was because of a potion trial.
The souls of wizards are full of strange things, and their spellcasting is also extremely strange.
But more often than not, the soul dies in this world.
Not only a place of death, but also a place of exile.
On the eighth day, there were 6000 people.
The long queue looks like a long snake when viewed from the sky.
They twist and turn, walking unwaveringly in one direction.
John wasn't sure how far he had walked, but his body still didn't feel tired at all.
Death's cloak gives him endless power in the world of death.
He could clearly feel that the destination was approaching.
Although he didn't know where the destination was.
Just a feeling, a feeling that kept him going.
He didn't want to stop.
Even if an undead fell behind him, he did not stop.
Take one step at a time and move towards that destination.
ninth day.
He finally saw the end, which was a river with a gold-plated crystal bridge.
What's strange is that
The bridge was hung with only one hair.
John came here with the undead.
He stopped, but the undead behind him continued to move forward.
They walked onto the bridge, one after another.
The hair never even swayed, and the water under my feet was gentle.
But no dead soul wants to get close.
Once near, they emit involuntary screams.
This procession of tens of thousands of people walked across the bridge.
John was about to move forward.
Suddenly, he stopped again.
This time an acquaintance showed up.
"You appear in the world of the dead, John Wick."
Under the cloak, the skeletal finger pointed at John.
John saw the roadblock with a smile on his lips.
As if seeing an old friend, he said meaningfully: "I thought I needed to get a little deeper before I could see you."
grim Reaper.
...
That room full of love is one.
The Hall of Death is the same one.
This is where executions are carried out.
However, because in the past period, the Ministry of Magic cooperated with the Dementors.
Things like death and execution have become the job of dementors.
As a result, the Hall of Death remained abandoned for a long time.
That archway leading to nowhere may not be death behind it.
Sirius almost fell in once, but was kicked out by John.
Speaking of which, John is Sirius's benefactor.
Standing in front of the arch again, the thin curtains swayed.
There is obviously no wind here, but it is floating.
John could feel the breath of the Deathly Hallows that was similar to the arch.
That's right here.
"I once walked out of Nirvana, and now I am entering while alive."
...
magic tower.
Winter is not very kind to birds, but it is very kind to dogs.
Riddle opened his eyes. He likes to sleep in winter.
Seemingly seeing something, it flapped its wings and left the magic tower.
Basil saw it leaving and didn't chase it.
Underneath the Magic Tower.
The girl is struggling internally.
She looked at the door and wanted to push it open, but then pulled back.
After several attempts, she finally didn't push the door open.
As she turned around to leave, a black shadow fell on her head.
Grab the girl's shoulders.
"Riddle?"
Daphne was startled, and then she saw what was grabbing her.
Riddle saw her hesitating below, so he simply flew down.
Daphne was caught by Riddle, with an owl's head resting on her head.
Riddle called twice, and the door of the magic tower opened.
This time the next round won't work
Funi left.
"Christmas is coming, so it makes sense for me to give you Christmas gifts."
As if explaining to Riddle or convincing herself, Daphne encouraged herself and finally took a brave step.
Only when she entered the magic tower could she feel the coldness coming from this empty tower.
It's colder here than outside, as if it's more than ten degrees cooler.
The black walls and shadows beneath my feet became intimidating.
There is only one staircase leading to an unknown place, so deep that it seems to lead to an abyss.
Daphne was stunned for a moment.
The great Witch King did not give himself any splendor, only this boundless darkness.
Daphne's mind grew heavy.
Or maybe it was because Riddle was standing on her shoulder.
She walked towards the stairs, as if there were a pair of eyes watching her.
Stepping onto the stairs, she headed towards the top floor step by step.
When she came to her senses, the stairs at her feet were still there.
But the stairs when we arrived were already submerged in darkness.
She had no way out and could only continue to move forward.
The road seems to have no end.
Daphne gritted her teeth and insisted, sweat streaking across her cheeks.
Riddle wiped her with a feather thoughtfully.
"Thank you, Riddle."
It was strange. It was obviously Riddle who made the decision for her, but Daphne felt that this might be the best.
Only by walking up this staircase can she know what kind of path the person she likes is taking.
Riddle's round eyes stared at Daphne as she struggled to climb the stairs. She had no intention of coming down.
But it seems to know a lot.
...
Hall of Death.
John prepared to enter the arch.
This place is like a place full of life-threatening
In a cursed place, no one knows where it leads.
This secret is about to be solved by John.
He listened to the whispers coming from behind the arch, vague, as if they were the murmurs of those left behind.
take the first step.
John sets out towards death.
Live to death.
A sentence I once gave myself.
John got closer and closer to the arch, until behind him, he stepped into the arch.
The murmuring sound became intense and went into my ears desperately.
John's expression was dull, and those sounds were just a slightly noisy noise to someone who had experienced death.
His body began to disappear, and under the cloak, he could feel that his body had become illusory.
Like a door key, it leads people to different places.
It's a very different feeling.
Few people can stay awake on the road to death. John did.
He saw wind, snow and frost, an endless world.
The undead walk here in confusion. They have no self-awareness, and some only move forward instinctively.
Some people's shoes have been worn out, and their feet have left bloody marks on the ground.
The road is rugged, and occasionally you can see galloping horses pulling a cart.
There is also the knight after death, riding his colt.
"This is the way to the world of the dead."
The fog there is consistent with what John once saw in Nirvana.
Only through here can you reach the other shore.
John guessed that he stayed awake because of the Deathly Hallows on his body.
Originally belonging to the God of Death, these things can allow people to avoid death.
John walked forward.
Those fogs made it impossible to see through, and he could only follow the souls that were moving aimlessly.
Some people died in modern times,
Wearing shabby suits, there are also people wearing medieval costumes.
This road is too long, and people have walked for a long time without ever arriving.
Lost souls need guidance.
A resurrection stone appears in John's hand, which can draw the power of the soul.
Holding the Resurrection Stone in his right hand, every ghost he passes will follow behind him.
After a day, there were already more than a dozen souls following him.
Moving on, John felt no fatigue.
On the contrary, the soul follows, making him more and more abundant.
He thought for a while, and in the final analysis, it should be help from the Deathly Hallows.
These things exert even greater power in the world of death.
John led the way and walked for two more days.
There is already a team of no less than 50 people behind him.
The Resurrection Stone becomes a lamp in the hand, illuminating the ghost's path forward.
The Elder Wand waved, parting the path of mist.
The cloak scares John into becoming the guide.
His mood became calmer and calmer, as if he was becoming the Grim Reaper to guide this path.
The wonderful feeling is unstoppable.
As he continued on, a knight rode by and joined the procession.
Nobles followed in carriages.
The undead formed a long queue behind him in this kingdom of death.
The Witch-King used his wand to create paths and stones as lights.
By the fourth day, more than a thousand souls followed John.
This is a huge team.
He had to raise his right hand.
The shoes of the undead were worn out, and the rugged roads and cold wind and snow tortured the dead.
Day [-].
More and more undead saw the guide, and they gathered
Together.
Let the team exceed 2000 people.
They walked, filling a dozen turns in the winding road.
Some undead souls died on the road, and their souls became weaker existences.
Day [-].
The wind and snow are still there, and the cut fog begins to recover.
As a guide, John increased his efforts to restore the fog later.
This team has reached an astonishing 4000 people.
They are doubling every day.
There are countless undead in this world, and all John can do is to take away the lost undead.
On the seventh day, the number reached 8000.
There is also a wizard among them, but the wizard is still confused after his death.
Maybe he was killed by the Death Curse, or maybe it was because of a potion trial.
The souls of wizards are full of strange things, and their spellcasting is also extremely strange.
But more often than not, the soul dies in this world.
Not only a place of death, but also a place of exile.
On the eighth day, there were 6000 people.
The long queue looks like a long snake when viewed from the sky.
They twist and turn, walking unwaveringly in one direction.
John wasn't sure how far he had walked, but his body still didn't feel tired at all.
Death's cloak gives him endless power in the world of death.
He could clearly feel that the destination was approaching.
Although he didn't know where the destination was.
Just a feeling, a feeling that kept him going.
He didn't want to stop.
Even if an undead fell behind him, he did not stop.
Take one step at a time and move towards that destination.
ninth day.
He finally saw the end, which was a river with a gold-plated crystal bridge.
What's strange is that
The bridge was hung with only one hair.
John came here with the undead.
He stopped, but the undead behind him continued to move forward.
They walked onto the bridge, one after another.
The hair never even swayed, and the water under my feet was gentle.
But no dead soul wants to get close.
Once near, they emit involuntary screams.
This procession of tens of thousands of people walked across the bridge.
John was about to move forward.
Suddenly, he stopped again.
This time an acquaintance showed up.
"You appear in the world of the dead, John Wick."
Under the cloak, the skeletal finger pointed at John.
John saw the roadblock with a smile on his lips.
As if seeing an old friend, he said meaningfully: "I thought I needed to get a little deeper before I could see you."
grim Reaper.
...
