I wield a sword at Hogwarts

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 died in the modern era, wearing shabby suits, while others wore medieval garb.

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 fifty 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 five.

More and more undead saw the guide, and they gathered together.

Let this team exceed two thousand 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 six.

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 4,000 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 came to 8,000.

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 sixteen thousand 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 is strange is that the bridge is only suspended by a 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.

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Chapter 837 Living people walking in death

The living walk on the ground of death.

John's audacity made even Death look at him.

Meet the two again.

One is the Witch King of the current magical world, and the other is the God of Death who left behind legends.

"Now that you are in the world of death," Death stared at John and said, "you are more irrational than I thought."

"I haven't forgotten that, Death."

John looked at him without avoiding it.

Even though he was banished from the world, he didn't forget who did it.

The God of Death laughed, "That is the world's choice. You cannot resist the rules of the world."

"Really? But I'm back."

John said calmly: "Not only am I back, I am also standing in front of you."

Death's laughter stopped abruptly, and he continued to stare at John, threatening: "It is not a good thing to stand in front of me."

"Really, then you want to shake my hand?"

Not to be outdone, he replied, causing Death to fall into silence.

John stepped forward.

"Hair cannot support the weight of a living person, John." Death stopped him.

John raised his eyebrows, took out the Elder Wand and said casually: "Okay, let's try another way."

On the other side of the river, vines and branches grew tangled together.

Soon an excellent wooden bridge was built.

John walked over and said hello on the other side of the bridge: "As long as you build a bridge yourself, haven't you experienced it?"

Death couldn't see his face clearly, but he truly felt how powerful John was at this moment.

"Have you collected all the Deathly Hallows?"

Other than this, Death couldn't think of any reason why John could ignore the rules of this death world.

John shook his invisibility cloak and said, "Obviously."

This made Death feel bad.

After crossing the bridge, they officially entered the world of death.

"Should I call this the underworld, or death?"

"It's okay, underworld, underworld, hell, whatever you like to call it."

Death and John walked across the river, walking like friends.

Here, there are steel leaves and trees, and the undead walking across the river continue to move forward.

"It is Death's job to extradite the undead." Death said, "You should know how powerful Death is here."

"Yes, I feel it. Now I feel like I am omnipotent." John moved the Elder Wand.

It felt like the dark dimension he had gone to.

The energy brought by extraditing the undead is enough for him to be called a demigod.

Where the Elder Wand points, the steel tree blooms with flowers and bears fruit.

Such power makes even the God of Death turn his attention.

"Your power..."