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"Daoshan Oil Pot?" The two Luther girls were stunned, "Why?"

"Don't you read the Bible?" Harry also looked at Luther's mother who had "studied the Bible for many years." "There are nine levels of hell. After the undead pass through the gate of hell, they will be separated according to the sins they committed during their lifetime. , go to the corresponding floor for trial.

Only when such a complete process of going to hell is completed can one truly go to hell.

I made a small attempt at the gate of hell before, and as you can see, Luther started to cry out in pain, but he was still confused.

I can only say that the person who attacked him was too cruel and powerful.

Therefore, I plan to use heavy drugs to make Luther die completely. "

"Mom, please wait outside." Lina said to the pale-faced old mother Luther.

Just as Luther's mother was hesitantly preparing to agree, she suddenly remembered her practice on Heaven Mountain.

Perhaps personally observing her son's torture in hell could help her practice?

"I'd better stay." Luther's mother figured it out.

The more miserable the son is, the more afraid he is, and the more devout his faith in God will be. In this way, the value of the son's misery is maximized - not only saving himself, but also saving his mother.

"Then I'll start."

After Harley finished speaking, several people felt that the "operating room" suddenly became dark, and there was a smell of sulfur mixed with the smell of corruption in the air.

"Crack, click, click!" The ceiling was covered with frost, but the air below was as sultry as a sauna.

Feeling very uncomfortable.

Turning around, he saw that the surrounding walls had turned into a gray mist, and it seemed that he could see shadows of non-human shapes walking around.

There were also screams in my ears that were either shrill, painful, violent, or angry.

It's vague, not very real.

"Are we in hell?" Luther's mother murmured in fear.

"Half step into hell, half of Luther's undead body is in the shadow world, and half falls into hell." Harley looked back at them again and said meaningfully: "You will see many things that exist in mythology later. , don’t scream, don’t run.

If you surprise them, they will remember you.

Being remembered by them may make it easier for you to attract their attention in the future.

Believe me, it will be your lifelong nightmare.

This is already half a step into hell. If you run around randomly, you may make a wrong step and get lost in hell.

Now I have to take care of Luther's undead, and I don't have the time or energy to go to hell to look for you who are lost. "

Luther's mother regretted it a little.

She didn't expect that watching a surgery could be so dangerous.

"Wow wow wow" Suddenly, the cry of a baby sounded from the "Hell Operating Room", coming from far and near, coming from all directions, getting louder and louder.

"Eh, so many babies?!" Oliver's eyes were very sharp. Through the surrounding fog, he saw pieces of tattered spider webs. The spider webs were twisted into a ball to form the baby's swaddling clothes. The little baby was kicking his feet and wiping tears. .

When he looked around, the space around one of the babies rippled like water, and a picture slowly opened up: a beautiful young brown-haired woman yelled angrily: "Luthor, I have your child, you You can’t abandon me.”

"Luthor, please, don't let me have an abortion. I love you, let me marry you." Another tall blond woman begged.

"Luthor, Falk Squid!" She was still a beautiful woman, but she only cursed loudly.

"OK, Mr. Luther, I understand. With this $250,000, I will disappear from your eyes forever."

Nine women appeared one after another. They appeared suddenly and then disappeared quickly.

Then, the babies stopped crying, their eyes glowed red, horns sprouted from their foreheads, and their arms mutated into black sickles. They gathered around them crookedly with malicious smiles on their faces.

"I bought it!" Luther's mother couldn't help but exclaimed.

They stopped suddenly and looked at her.

Luther's mother's breathing was stagnant, and her chest was instantly filled with fear. She couldn't even breathe, let alone scream.

The nine babies turned their heads and continued to crawl towards the undead Luther.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk."

One knife, two knifes, and another knife.

Two pieces, four pieces. Luther was cut into pieces one after another by the scythe on his arm, and the ground was stained with blood.

"vomit" The two Luther girls had pale faces and frightened eyes. They wanted to vomit, but they were afraid of disturbing the "baby demons" by making any noise, so they could only cover their mouths with their hands and swallow while vomiting.

At first, Oliver was looking forward to watching Luther go up and down the sword.

Luther was unlucky, he was happy.

But seeing the baby demon chop Luther into pieces, he felt no joy at all. Instead, his whole body felt cold, his head exploded, and his heart suffered endless torment.

"Okay, get out of here." At some point, Harley shouted, and the nine baby demons lying on the ground "eating porridge" raised their heads, glanced at her, shrank back, retreated into the darkness, and disappeared.

"Luther, wuwuwu." Luther's mother cried, her face covered with snot and tears.

"Is it over?" Lina felt that the voice did not come from her own mouth.

"What's the end? It hasn't officially started yet."

"It hasn't started yet?" Oliver exclaimed.

"But Luther is already."

Before he finished speaking, Luther, who had turned into a puddle of mud, flashed with light and returned to his original state, only his expression became more painful. If you look closely, there was a trace of struggle in his eyes.

Harley stared into his eyes for a while. Seeing the struggle, she nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "It really works!"

"What works?" Oliver asked with a white face: "What were those little monsters just now?"

"It's so obvious, you can't even see it?"

Oliver was surprised: "Luthor's child? But I don't remember Luther having a child."

"If you know, it means that the children have been born, they will not die, and they will not come to Luther for revenge."

Oliver's face turned pale.

As a diamond king in the metropolis, Luther definitely has no shortage of women. As time goes by, or the woman has other ideas, some tadpoles will definitely slip through the net.

But as the rich young man of Star City, there are more women who have abortions for him. He will be waiting for him to go to hell in the future.

Oliver's body went limp and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Harry glanced at him and said calmly: "We have just arrived at the border of the first level of hell - the residence of children who died in infancy. The environment is the best in the entire nine levels of hell.

Next comes the main meal.

Be careful, don't scream, don't move.

When I was really scared, I closed my eyes and said to myself in my heart - hallucination, everything is an hallucination. In a scientific and prosperous world, there are no monsters or monsters. "

"Can you leave now?" Lina shrank.

Harley raised her chin, "Look back, is there a door for you to go out?"

Not to mention the door, even the walls could not be seen around the room. They were covered in black smoke.

There is really no door to hell and no way back.

All three regretted it.

It's a bit lively, and it's really not something that normal people are qualified to see.

"." A burst of dense whispers came from all directions. Many people were talking, but they couldn't hear what they were saying.

All three of them held their breath.

In order to prepare for the upcoming horrific scene, they all closed their eyes tightly to prevent the visual impact from being too strong and making them cry out.

But as the sound approached, they seemed to see warm candlelight through the slits of their eyes.

"Plato, stop promoting your evil ways here. The Utopia cannot exist at all. The disorder and chaos in hell in the past few years have proven this."

"Aristotle, just because the reform of hell failed last time, you cannot completely abandon my ideas. The Son of God said to me personally, doing more is better than doing nothing, and change is better than unchanged.

In order to find the right way out, He allows us to keep trying and failing. "

"But have you ever thought about the price of failure? Two supreme saints have already fallen because of this."

"Aristotle, Plato?" Oliver immediately opened his eyes wide and looked over curiously.

Sure enough, there were candles all around, and it seemed like we were in a huge stone hall, where looming figures were talking, singing, playing the piano, and painting, but most of them were arguing.

More than half of the people were debating the reform of hell.

It seems that the last reform failed and two big figures in hell suffered.

But a being called the "Holy Son" still firmly pursues the pilot reform of hell.

Holy Son, could it be Jebi?

"Who's calling us?"

Oliver's exclamation indeed alarmed those people, and Aristotle and Plato looked over.

"Oh, run quickly, the witch Harley is here to hit the grass valley again." Plato shouted in a high voice.

"Don't panic, we are not demons. The Hell Guard only deals with demon stowaways and will not do anything to us. She told me personally."

"Yes, she doesn't target poor people, but we, the sages who possess the holy relics, are in danger."

"Yes, I heard that she snatched Caesar's sacred golden scepter last time."

"Shh, stop talking, be silent and leave quickly."

For a while, the hall with longing figures was empty.

Looking at those ancient sages who could run faster than rabbits, Oliver was stunned.

"Harry, you can even kill an ancient sage who has nothing to offer but an elegant and majestic figure?"

"Monsters, ghosts, and nonsense." Harley said calmly.

After a pause, she added: "Who said they are poor? Hell also has currency. We will reach the River Styx in a moment. To cross the river, you have to pay Charon.

There are two major sources of hell currency. One is funerary objects.

The other is the thoughts of living people.

If the family is harmonious and the father is kind and the son is filial, even a poor family will be able to continue to be rich and powerful in hell after death.

This group of sages either left masterpieces in the world or created immortal legends. The power of longing, remembrance, yearning, and gratitude has accumulated over thousands of years and even condensed into artifacts with sacred power.

For example, I knew that Plato's old boy had a golden copy of "The Republic," a book that contained wisdom and power to rule.

If it is given to the mortal world, even if it is given to a fool, he will immediately transform into a wise and wise king. "

Luther's mother had a look of envy and longing on her face.

Sister Luther looked leisurely and fascinated.

Oliver curled his lips, "So, are you admitting that you robbed the Sage?"

Harley said solemnly: "I am the guardian of hell, and it is my sacred and inviolable right to combat all illegal activities in the border of hell.

Caesar was suspected of colluding with a demon smuggling group. After I arrested him, he automatically took out the golden scepter as bail. "

Oliver looked suspicious.

"Oliver, Oliver, is that you?" Just as they were about to leave the Hall of Sages, there was suddenly an anxious shout from the corner.

Oliver was startled, he was the Green Arrow now, who was calling his name?

Wait, this sound

He suddenly remembered something: his father used Harley's relationship to transfer from the Forest of Suicides to the Hall of Sages.

"Father, it's me, I'm here," he shouted toward the source of the voice.

"Oliver, slow down and wait for me." The voice was getting farther and farther away from them.

"Harley." Oliver immediately looked at Harley pleadingly.

I don’t know what means Harley used. Her family’s Quinn Manor seemed to have turned into a moving castle, traveling quickly through hell. This process must be under her control.

"It's better to miss each other than to meet each other," Harry sighed.

Gradually, Oliver saw the figure clearly.

It staggered and ran this way.

He was wearing a dark blue handmade suit, a pair of shiny black leather shoes, and his hair was oiled and slicked back into a slicked-back style.

Oliver breathed a sigh of relief first, his father had a good life in hell.

When he saw his father's familiar middle-aged and elderly face, as well as the concern and ecstasy on his face, Oliver couldn't help but get wet in his eyes. Tears streaked across Green Arrow's eyepatch, leaving two wet marks on his face.

"Hey, Ollie, what are you..."

Old Quinn hit a light film on the wall of the "operating room" and could no longer walk, but the distance was still enough for the two of them to see each other clearly.

Old Quinn was stunned when he saw Oliver dressed in green and looking like Robin Hood.

"I'm Green Arrow, have you heard of me?" Oliver asked proudly, puffing up his chest.

——Those sages all know "Witch Harley", and Dad must have heard of the name "Green Arrow".

Old Quinn shook his head, "Have you entered Hollywood? Are you playing Robin Hood? But your golden mustache is too dramatic."

Oliver said with a dark face: "I am a superhero. You died early. You don't know that it is already the era of superheroes. My outfit is very cool and fashionable in this era."

"Oh, it turns out to be a superhero, I know it. A few days ago, I eavesdropped on the conversation of the demons, and I also heard about the 'Dark Phoenix Mega Galaxy'."

Old Quinn smiled kindly and humbly at Harley, "Especially the stories of the Lord Guardian and the heroes of the Justice League are almost universally known in hell."

"Robert, are you okay?" Luther's mother asked in a gentle voice with twinkling eyes.

"My dear, Letitia, you are here too -" Old Quinn's eyes lit up, but after seeing his son and Lina beside him, he quickly calmed down and returned to his old gentleman appearance.

Oliver looked at his father, then at Luther's mother, and then his face darkened as he thought about the upper class circles in America.

"Father, I am now a superhero of the Justice League and living a good life. You can rest assured."

Old Quinn was really relieved to see his son healthy and strong.

But now that he heard that he had become a superhero, his heart immediately clenched.

"You're just an ordinary person, right?"

"Ordinary people can still be heroes. In fact, my heroic career is very successful. Now I am the guardian of Star City." Oliver said proudly.

"Time is running out. This is Luther's operating room. He is undergoing emergency treatment." Harley reminded.