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"It'll be ready soon." Faced with Harley's urging, Oliver turned around and responded, continuing to look at his old father with concern, "How have you been in the Hall of Sages these past few years?"

The father is concerned about his son's current situation, and the son is also worried about his father's hellish life.

"Okay, very good, you don't have to worry at all." Father Quinn said repeatedly.

Oliver frowned slightly, and he saw a trace of reluctance on his father's face.

"You were not in the Hall of Sages before. It was Harley who used her connections to transfer you there. She has a wide network of contacts and is a good friend of mine. Moreover, I still have many merits from heaven. If you need any help, you can Just say it.”

Daddy Quinn glanced at Harley. When Oliver said he was a good friend with her, she didn't refute or look strange.

"Alas, I committed suicide. After entering hell, I turned into a big tree that always longs for vitality. I know the process and reason of going to the Hall of Sages, and everyone also knows it.

That's the problem.

Pull anyone out at random from the Hall of Sages. They are either famous writers and philosophers, or famous monarchs and generals in history.

I am considered the number one person in Star City, but in front of them."

Old Quinn smiled bitterly and shook his head, "When they learned that I came in through the back door, of course they looked down on me and didn't want to talk to me.

Even if they wanted to talk to me, I couldn't get through to them.

At the beginning of the period, they ignored me, and I shamelessly stayed on the sidelines to listen.

But, I don’t understand those philosophical questions.”

"You have been in charge of the Quinn Consortium for decades, and you have hundreds of thousands of employees. You are no worse than an ancient king, right?" Luther's mother said with some dissatisfaction in her tone, feeling very unjust for the cold treatment that old Quinn had received.

Old Quinn glanced at his old friend, "Adam Smith, who wrote "The Wealth of Nations," could only serve tea and water on the side. What does my experience in managing a company mean in front of the great philosophers?"

"Hmph, what kind of philosophical sage met Miss Quinn?"

Luther's mother was lightly touched by her daughter a few times, and then she remembered that she was not "Miss Quinn" and was not qualified to say such things, so she stopped talking mid-sentence.

"Don't worry Oliver, look at me now."

Old Quinn spun around in a circle, letting his son see his rich and luxurious attire.

“You are a good and filial boy, and I receive a lot of hell silver coins every year.

Sage Hall can be said to be the first-class community in hell. I have a house there and a lot of spare money. I can't help but be tortured and can travel everywhere.

Chatting with the undead in the wilderness and eavesdropping on the little secrets of the demons is free and unrestrained, very refreshing and joyful. "

Oliver could tell at first glance that at least his father had a high material standard of living.

Now that I saw that he was content and happy, and his spiritual life was not bad, I felt relieved.

"It's okay to chat with the undead, but you're just an ordinary undead, so don't provoke the devil." He advised.

"Hey, don't worry, they can't hurt me. The undead in the Hall of Sages have a special skill - phantomization.

That is to say, it turns into a shadow and travels quickly through hell.

Demons without titles are difficult to detect, and even if they are detected, they cannot harm us.

Because of this ability, no matter what big changes occur in hell, the sages in the Hall of Sages will not be disturbed by demons. "Old Quinn said with a proud smile.

Luther's mother showed a look of excitement on her face. Of course Paradise Mountain is the best.

But if you can't complete the atonement before death, it seems good to come to the border of hell and become an idle sage.

If you form a gang and call all your friends to form a senior group, you don't have to worry about living a lonely life.

After parting with Old Quinn, they saw Charon's ferry, the long queue of undead waiting to cross the river, and the boundless Styx River, which looked like a sea.

After crossing the River Styx, the "Hell Operating Room" stopped moving and the surrounding scenery stopped changing.

"Minos!" Harley shouted, calling the Hell Judge from the first level of Hell over.

“Who is calling the name of the great Hell’s Punisher—ah, it’s the Lord Guardian.”

The furious roar immediately gave way to panic.

"Rumble" A bunch of magma sparks were sprayed out in the endless darkness, and a terrifying giant a hundred feet tall climbed up from below.

Its upper body is human, its lower body is made of two snake tails, and it wears a strange crown. On the place where jewelry should be inlaid, gold and silver drills are used to string together naked women with different looks.

It opened its mouth to speak, and the tongue it stuck out was also a long snake tongue.

"Dear Lord Guard, haven't you already paid this year's payment?"

"Money?" Oliver was stunned, and then his expression turned strange. Could it be protection money?

"It's not a fee, it's a property fee." Harley corrected, and then glanced at a few strange-looking humans across the street, "In modern society, even if you look after the gate of a community, you have to charge a property fee.

As the Guardian of Hell, guarding the borders of the entire Hell, it is reasonable to receive a certain amount of compensation. "

Minos said in a booming voice: "I never thought you shouldn't ask us to collect money. It's just that it's been 30,000 years since the property fees were collected, and I'm a little tight recently."

"Thirty thousand years later?!" Oliver was shocked, and the two female Luthers opened their mouths slightly.

"No money will be collected today." Harley coughed lightly, pointed at the undead Luther and said: "You are the judge of the undead in hell. Help me see how many felonies Lex Luthor has and which level of hell he wants to go to. To be tortured.”

Brother Huanxi is also a judge, but he supervises the demons in hell. He has different powers and departments from Minos who sentenced the undead.

Minos is the real civil servant of hell, and Brother Huanxi is more like Satan's palace steward.

"Huh~~~"

Hearing that it was not a property fee, the snake-tailed giant exhaled a long breath from its big mouth and became visibly relaxed.

"Well, is Lex Luthor your friend?" Minos asked tentatively after just a glance.

"Well, he is my good friend."

In front of Luther's mother and sister, Harley certainly couldn't be said to be just a casual acquaintance.

Minos hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Since he is your Lord's friend, he is so pure and noble that he is almost a saint. How can he be guilty? You can place him wherever you like on the ninth floor of hell."

"Pure, noble, almost saintly?"

Not to mention Oliver was stunned, both female Luthers were blushing with embarrassment.

Confusing right and wrong and bending the law for personal gain are too naive.

"I want to hear the truth." Harley said calmly.

Minos looked embarrassed, and it took him a long time to say, "How sincere do you want to be?"

"Hell guards, is selfless, enforces the law impartially, and is upright, don't you know?" Harley said impatiently.

Minos knew, she wanted to hear the truth this time.

But it's even harder.

"This person's situation is a bit complicated. I wonder what arrangements your Lord has for him?"

This sentence is more accurate.

Knowing her arrangement, it can then convict him based on her arrangement.

"I came to hell this time just to use the laws of hell to make his confused soul regain consciousness."

There was still a lot of work that needed Minos to assist, so Harley simply told it her plan.

"It turns out I have to die for real."

Minos was first shocked by her imagination, and then complained in his heart that he was obviously using power for personal gain and playing with the rules of hell, yet he still had the nerve to say that he was selfless.

"Sir, you are very busy today. Lex Luthor's crimes are too numerous to list. Let's put it this way, except for a few major sins such as prostitution, flattery, and blasphemy, he has committed more or less the rest. .

I have been in hell for some years, and I have not seen many such evil people in thousands of years. "

Harley murmured: "That's really a big project, forget it, that's all. Let's do it one by one."

"Okay, the first crime is lust for money. This crime is not too serious and the punishment is relatively light."

"Let's start." Harley said.

"Just here? No need to go to the second level of hell?" Minos asked doubtfully.

The second level is where people who have committed the crime of silver lust should go.

"If he goes to the second level, his soul will be imprinted with the second level. If he goes to the third level, he will add the imprint of the third level. One layer after another, he will never be able to go back." Harley said.

Minos said seriously: "Those who fall into hell have no way of turning back."

"Stop talking nonsense, just do whatever I ask you to do." Harley said coldly.

"The crime of lust for silver shall be punished by stoning." Minos declared loudly.

After saying that, it stopped moving and just stared at Harley with wide eyes.

Harry waited for a while and saw that it made no movement at all. He couldn't help but said angrily: "Idiot, what are you doing standing here? Why don't you go to the second level of hell to get some storms and rocks."

"Uh, you want me to do it?"

"It's not you, is it me?"

Minos had no choice but to retreat into the darkness. After a while, he got up again, opened his mouth, and pointed it at Luther.

"Huhu~~Bang bang bang~~"

The black wind, which was like a substance, blew Luther into a rotten vegetable leaf spinning in place. There were also rocks as big as a human head in the strong wind.

"Ah ah ah" Luther's body was torn apart by the strong wind and smashed into pieces by stones.

"I'm sorry!" Lina couldn't help but turn her head away.

Luther's mother turned pale, "Harry, Luther has many problems, I admit that, but he is not addicted to women."

"Madam, don't forget the nine baby demons you encountered in the Border of Hell before." Oliver reminded with a sneer on his face.

"But~~~"

"Huh--" The strong wind suddenly stopped and the stone disappeared. Minos said: "It's time for the next item. The crime of gluttony is very light and can be ignored. The next one is the crime of greed."

"You can't ignore it. No matter how minor the crime is, you have to try it again." After a pause, Harley looked at the two Luther girls and explained: "Today is not about atonement for Luther, but about healing.

The punishment in hell is like bitter medicine. Once the disease is cured, the medicine will stop.

Therefore, we cannot underestimate any kind of medicine. What if Luther is cured after trying it? "

"Harry, just do whatever you want." Lena said with her eyes closed.

There is no need for Minos to take action this time, because the sin of gluttony is on the third floor, which is guarded by a three-headed dog.

Like Minos, it is also a civil servant of Hell, and is considered a colleague of Harley.

When it learned that it was not a property fee, it was so motivated that it immediately summoned stinking rainwater from the third floor to bury Luther. The rain was also mixed with hail and stones, smashing Luther into a "stinky fermented bean curd".

Then there are the fourth and fifth floors

When he saw Luther being pushed into the sea of ​​fire and burned to charcoal, Oliver couldn't help it anymore.

Like the two female Luthers, he closed his eyes, poked his index fingers into his ears, and muttered something.

It’s not that it’s “an illusion, it’s all an illusion.”

Luther's mother was the first to recite the Bible, and then Lena and Luther followed suit.

From the second floor to the ninth floor, this took turns ninety-nine and eighty-one times, and Harley finally called out.

"Luthor, have all your memories come back?"

"I'm back, I'm really back, wuwuwu, I told you a long time ago, everything is back." Luther cried.

Well, in the 8th reincarnation, he regained the ability to speak; in the 64th reincarnation, he remembered almost everything; in the 76th reincarnation, he was already screaming for Harley to stop.

But Harley suspected that he was just in too much pain and wanted to end it as soon as possible, so she just did it ninety-nine and eighty-one times.

"You all should go." Harley first waved away the dozens of hell civil servants working for her, then looked at Luther and asked, "Tell me, how did you end up in this situation."

"It's Alexander Kent."

Speaking of this name, Luther, who was already dying, cheered up again, gritted his teeth, and his face was full of hatred.

"As expected, that bastard managed to get away with it. Almost everyone in the world was deceived except me." Harry was not surprised by this result at all. Instead, he smiled a little proudly.

"Harry, I didn't lie to you that day. Someone was really watching me. It was Alexander Kent. He-"

Harley raised her hand and corrected: "The Kents have kicked him out of the Kent family, and he is now a glorious 'Luthor'."

"Luthor." Luther's expression was distorted, "That bastard doesn't deserve this surname."

"No matter what you say, no one can change the fact that his father's name is Lex Luthor."

"No matter what his last name is, I swear, his ending will not change."

Luther obviously hated little Luther very much. As he spoke, the undead body emitted black smoke full of hatred.

Almost demonized.

Harley reminded: "You are just an undead now."

"Undead?" Luther looked down at himself and said blankly: "What's going on?"

Then, he caught a glimpse of the dead body on the "operating table" next to him, and said in horror: "I'm dead."

"What else? I didn't torture you intentionally before. Those are the treatments you should receive after your death." Harry said to the two female Lutherans, "You can ask your mother and sister for specific details."

"What are they doing?"

Luther and Harley talked for a while, while Lena and Mrs. Luther were still squatting there, with their fingers in their ears, their heads buried in their knees, and mumbling.

The famous hero Oliver also has the same character as them.

"It's over." Harley walked over and touched the three of them before waking them up.

"Omaika, it's finally over!"

Mother Luther cried with joy.

I don't know if it's because I was finally freed or because my son finally regained his consciousness.

"I didn't expect the 'medical death technique' to be really effective." Oliver looked at Luther, whose eyes were no longer confused and had a familiar sinister expression on his face, with a very complicated expression.

In his heart, he lamented that although "Dr. Harley" was evil, he really had superb medical skills, but he was also unsure about the impact of a peerless villain's recovery to health on the Justice League, the United States, the earth, mankind, the universe, and the multiverse. Good or bad?