Luo Fu and Shirley stood there, wrapped in the vast white mist. The mist seemed to be gradually expanding, hazy, swirling and floating, giving people a slightly psychedelic feeling.
The golden mermaid statue with three heads and six arms suddenly shrunk from being as tall as a person to the size of a palm. Rolf held it in his hand as if he was holding a real torch.
He grasped the corners of the statue, held Shirley's hand tightly at the same time, and warned, "Don't let go of it."
The girl with the ponytail nodded. She looked at the thicker mist and felt a little nervous instinctively. Fortunately, Luofu's soft words gradually made her feel at ease.
The surrounding fog was still rolling, as faint as mercury, and shining with an eerie light, but the blue flames in the three torches were getting brighter and brighter, like a barrier, blocking the fog several feet away.
In the distance, a shrill voice of "woo ho ho" came from the mist:
There are men scolding, women wailing, and children wailing... It is like the sound of insects and the rustling of weeds in the night wind, which makes people feel extremely sad.
The mist also rippled with the sound, becoming thicker and thinner at first, and lingering in various directions, like a series of colorful ghost paths.
Rolf and Shirley stood side by side in the middle of the fog, as if they were standing at a crossroads!
The young man suddenly heard a familiar voice. He hesitated for a moment, then pulled Shirley and walked quickly along a path formed by mist.
After walking seven or eight steps, the fog seemed to melt away in an instant, and an empty auditorium appeared in front of us:
Four long tables were placed in the center, a magic ceiling full of stars shone high above the head, and everything was quiet.
Luofu saw his surroundings clearly and realized where he was.
Shirley looked at the familiar auditorium in front of her and said in disbelief: "How did we get to Hogwarts?"
"This is not Hogwarts, but..." Rolf said with deep eyes: "A fantasyland."
Shirley fell silent. She heard from Rove that the tranceland was a place between life and death. Only the dying could appear here.
"Are we both going to die?" the girl murmured.
"No." Luo Fu looked at the mermaid statue in his hand and guessed:
"Maybe it brought us in. This is a place built based on the memory of the deceased. I just heard a familiar voice. It should be that I broke into someone else's dreamy world.
Let's look around to see if there is anyone else."
Shirley nodded and followed Rolf to search the empty Hogwarts.
After searching for a long time, they finally saw a wizard on the fourth floor. He was really an acquaintance. Rolf had only seen him an hour ago.
Tertius!
Tertius heard the sound of footsteps and turned around quickly. In his field of vision, he saw two figures appearing in the distance.
It's just that they are shrouded in a mist, like a lake, and their faces cannot be seen.
"Who are you? Are you a teacher at Hogwarts? Where is Professor Dumbledore?"
Tertius asked loudly: "Why am I out here?!"
Rolf and Shirley exchanged glances. Realizing that Tertius couldn't see their faces, the young man deliberately lowered his voice and said:
"Tertius, you are already dead, that's why you appear here."
"Dead... I'm dead?" Tertius murmured: "Yes, I was killed by that boy! Is this the world of the undead?"
Tertius's eyes were first full of shock and fear, and then quickly became intense. He stared at the mysterious man in front of him, excited and frightened, and said:
"You...you are the God of Death?"
Luofu fell silent immediately.
Entering a trance and coming into contact with the undead, is this ability considered a god of death?
While the young man was still thinking, Tertius thought that the other party had acquiesced. With lightning speed, he knelt heavily on the ground and banged his head firmly on the ground.
"Death... please save me and let me go back."
Tertius moved forward with his knees, wanting to kiss the feet of Death. He humbly said:
"I am willing to dedicate my soul to you and be your most loyal servant...but please let me go back first and kill the boy who killed me..."
Luofu had a strange look on his face. He no longer lowered his voice, but used his own voice and said with a smile:
"Tertius, the Pork next door also begged me and wanted to kill you... He was also willing to dedicate his gold in Gringotts to me. Who should I listen to?"
Tertius was shocked, and he suddenly realized something was wrong. The other party's voice was really familiar. He raised his head abruptly, and he was stunned and then filled with anger that could not be concealed.
"You're trying to trick me? You kid... I'm going to kill you!"
Tertius rushed forward, and Rolf was about to kill him again. The mermaid statue he held in his hand seemed to have come to life, and the torch shook violently.
A bright and hot blue flame fell on Tertius.
He suddenly let out an inhuman howl and flapped his arms desperately to extinguish the flames, but he was still swallowed up by the blazing fire at an unimaginable speed.
Luo Fu and Shirley looked at the statue and looked at each other.
Following the death of Tertius, the entire Hogwarts Castle suddenly emitted a dull vibration. The windows and floors cracked and shattered, turning into a cloud of smoke.
Soon, the fog swept in again, and they stood at the crossroads again. The fog filled the air, became thicker and thicker, and the sky and the earth were completely white.
The sound of sobbing sounded in his ears again, and now Luo Fu realized that those were the voices of the undead.
At this moment, the torch on the mermaid statue seemed to have exhausted its fuel. The flame became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared suddenly.
The darkness covered Rolf and Shirley like a soft and familiar blanket, and in an instant the world turned upside down.
When they opened their eyes again, they had returned to the small island in the middle of the lake and were still standing at their original position.
The blurry fantasy just now seemed like...a dream.
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At dusk, dim light shines through the branches and onto a lake.
In the misty mist, a graceful figure sat on a huge light rock protruding from the lake.
The woman's body is naked, her soothing and graceful lines and round and graceful figure are almost invisible in the mist.
Under the sunlight, the woman seemed to be emitting a burst of white glow, making her look even more tempting.
She gently stroked her swollen belly, moving her hands from top to bottom, and said in a sweet and charming voice:
"My son... your father abandoned us. After you were born, you will avenge your mother... kill everyone... kill them all..."
The woman suddenly felt something. She stood up abruptly, her wet hair trembled, throwing out a series of water droplets. Her eyes became sharper and she said coldly: