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Like a barren arena full of gravel and dust, the former glory was ignited by the light of flames.

The dull marble walls have been brushed away to reveal a ostentatious frieze of racing relief.The grooves of the tall, straight and thick circular columns have been restored to cleanliness, filled with the color of light and shadow.

The pale ghosts wandering on the grassland, even though they have been cut off from their own soul, are dazzled by the sudden bustle, like moths that have lost their minds, instinctively yearning for the light to squeeze to the gate outside the arena side, probe to see the lights inside.

When Persephone turned her head, she happened to meet a certain pale figure.

The distorted human figure was like a swaying electric eel, stretching out its long flat noodle hands, wrapping around the huge pillar inside the door, protruding its high-faced face and looking at her stupidly.

That longing and blank look was indescribably awkward and pitiful.

How scarce are the supplies in the underworld, so that these ghosts can be starved so dry.

Persephone sat in a stone chair made of marble, a densely woven light purple blanket was placed on her lap.The attendant floated and took out clay pots, cups, and vessels for stirring wine from the green leaf basket.

The fresh smell of green leaves is also terribly prominent in the smell of pine oil and wood. The Nemesis Gods sitting below raised their heads unanimously when they smelled the smell.

They were as tall as bronze stakes placed in the center of the racing track, their red eyes were burning with vicious anger, and their black bat bone wings were gathered behind them, forming a sharp arc.

Their eyes shifted from the basket to her hair, as if the messy wildflowers on top of her head were particularly frightening.

Persephone was also staring at their hair. Countless poisonous snakes were entangled and swaying on top of their heads, like dancing seaweeds, and they looked even stranger than her.

The paper man put a plate of fresh olives on the stone chair beside her, and took a beautiful flower basket full of bread.

The aroma of the food attracted more audience below to look up, their eyes were like wolves in the dark night, shining with strange colors.

Persephone felt like she was sitting on a sealed bus, holding snail noodle soup, eating a leek box, and a bastard with a basket of durians.

All the crowd watched, the cars below were not as conspicuous as the food in her hand.

Persephone glanced at the clay cup with black painting on a red background. The wine in it was dark. She couldn't help showing a polite smile and said to the three judges surrounding her, "Would you like some too?"

The old men shook their heads silently, with the same cold expressions as their masters, causing even the wrinkles on their faces to show an unfriendly pattern.

Persephone also fell silent, the atmosphere in Hades was really serious.

Maybe it was because she was too restless, the old Minos lowered his head and showed a kind side, "We don't need to drink."

Persephone nodded quickly, she knew that Hades had a different diet from hers, so it was not because she had nothing to say to keep the scene from being too cold.Hades said that we will also go to the competition, not to take her to the competition, but he will go to the competition and she will watch it on the top, so that the prize will definitely belong to Hades, which prevents her from thinking of being overwhelmed and wanting to be contaminated.

The stone platform where Persephone was located was very high, and the entire arena could be easily seen at a glance.There was no light at all, and under the dark, thick and solid sky, countless bonfires and torches in the arena burned out a gorgeous band of light.

A large group of black shadows poured out of the entrance corridor like a silent river of darkness, their figures gradually revealed a little outline from the illusion, and were shaken into blurred lines by the fire, like paint melted in water , the chaos was weirdly viscous.

The leading black shadow is slender and creepy. He is wearing a black robe, and his translucent black wings are raised to project various phantoms. First, a black shadow like a three-dimensional painting is squeezed out from the wings, blowing a A long, slender, trumpet-like musical instrument with a sharp, high-pitched sound.

Announce the start of the game.

The large group of shadows following the long, thin black shadow also began to sing and dance, the flames were as bright as gold, and ghost shadows roamed around.

For a moment, Persephone felt that she had crashed into the quagmire of a nightmare. All the scenes in front of her eyes had no sense of substance, her chest was as heavy as a stone, and her breath was pinched in her trachea.

Just when she was about to suffocate, she tapped her ears lightly, soft clusters of flowers bloomed by her hair, and the fragrance rushed into her sense of smell instantly and brought her back to reality, followed by her breathless breath.

Minos also noticed that she was not used to it, bent over and stretched out his hand to move the plate containing the olives to the front of the table, "Eat an olive to refresh your mind, they are the sons of the night god Onirii, the ruler of dreams, and they have lived in more than half of the underworld. It's a nightmare. Don't look at them carefully, the human body can't stand the invasion of so many nightmares."

There are three thousand gods of dream, with sweet dreams wandering in human dwellings for many years, or accompanying Hypnos to Olympus to bring good sleep to the gods.

Nightmare prefers the breath of Hades, and used to accompany Hades from time to time. Later, Hades's sleep dwindled before leaving to disturb the human beings on the earth.

Persephone almost suffocated, quickly bit an olive and said vaguely, "Nightmare God?"

Radamandas also stepped forward and said: "If you are afraid, you can lie in Hades' arms. No nightmare god dares to enter your sleep without his consent."

After finally coaxing a goddess to marry Death, the gods of the underworld were worried that the goddess would be scared away by the dark underworld.

Persephone almost choked on the olive in her mouth, she quickly waved her hand and said, "It's just a nightmare, I can bear it by myself."

Just like Hades, if she dared to take the initiative to lie in his arms, he dared to rush and hug her.

Cupid's Arrow is much more terrifying than the Nightmare God.

Perhaps the topic was finally opened, and Minos began to introduce: "Now it's the pre-match preparations. The Oneiroi organizes a parade to be lively, and then the undead kings drive their carriages into the track and wait for the referee's order."

"The king of the undead?" She felt that she was a primary school chick, and she had to look up every word in the dictionary.

The Minoan dictionary issued a voice explanation: "Racing cars need to bring their own horses and carriages, and if conditions permit, they also need to bring their own full set of bronze armor. Only ghosts who were kings during their lifetime have so many funerals."

Moreover, most of the undead kings who made contributions during their lifetime will give back their hair when they return to the underworld, restoring their emotions and wisdom, so as to help manage a large number of wandering ghosts.

The prize is resurrection, and these sane kings of the undead are most coveted.

After listening to the explanation, Persephone only had one feeling, that even after death, the gap between the rich and the poor cannot be escaped. The poor ghosts are too miserable.

There were more and more spectators onlookers, the big dog heads squeezed in from the gate, and the three dog heads scrambled to stick out their tongues to watch the excitement.

On the curved stone chairs, various audiences with inexplicable looks also appeared.

Persephone heard the sound of horseshoes stamping on the ground in an orderly manner, and the black nightmare dance troupe backed away from the track to reveal a long road.

She saw under the majestic stone building, black steeds galloping through the darkness and nightmares from the entrance. The man on the carriage had curly black hair, and his cold and silent expression was like copper passing through a winter night, with a resolute brilliance.

He stood on the single-man golden chariot, pulling the yoke with one hand, and the frantic black horse stopped quietly.

The three-headed dog immediately didn't dare to squeeze in the door, and obediently lay down at the door wagging its tail.The nightmares that made Persephone unable to breathe just now, surrounding Hades, became oily smoke on the pottery lamp, without any sense of existence.

All horror and darkness surrendered around him, and even the dozens of undead carriages later turned into incompetent background boards, covered by his brilliance into dim shadows.

Persephone's eyes were also like moths jumping into the light, and they couldn't move away from him for a moment.The memory of him also emerged, and his appearance in the battle of the gods perfectly overlapped with him at this moment.

Hades, who has lost the enthusiasm controlled by love, really feels safe, and the nightmare is more transparent than air in front of him.

As if aware of her gaze, the emotionless god raised his head and looked at her, his dull eyes suddenly lost their cold color, and a soft and passionate infatuation appeared.

The switch between cruelty and love was too fast and too natural, before Persephone had time to escape, he was hit by his eyes, and her heart beat violently.She couldn't resist reaching for the olive, avoiding Hades' sight.

Being loved so crazily and obviously, she is not a piece of mud, it is impossible for her to have no feelings at all.

Persephone held the olive, the hard green skin pressed against her palm, bringing a bit of coolness.It also made her sympathize with Hades, and put herself in the shoes of others. If she was forced to love another stranger so much, and she still had a white moonlight in her heart, she would probably be so angry that she would vomit blood every day.

Thinking of Hades being angry and forcing her to love her, any romantic feelings turned into tragic emotions.

Persephone gnawed the olive vigorously, clearly feeling the slight pain from the bumping of her teeth, and also put aside her worries about Hades' tangled love.

The referee was Minos, who stepped to the edge of the ledge and loudly announced the start of the game.

Only then did Hades look back, and the strong emotion was hidden under the calm expression again, and the rein that was tightly clenched by the fingers was squeezed with a small sound.

The gloomy atmosphere caused by death made the nightmares start to leave the track uneasy.

The undead of the king also pulled the reins, a little panicked whether Hades regretted his decision to let a human life go back to the earth.

Even though the race had already started, the arena was dead silent, and all the racing vehicles on the starting line dared not move.

Persephone lowered her head and was trying to nibble on the olives, but she felt that something was wrong with the silence. Didn't the competition start?Why is there no sound.

Aiacus, who was standing on one side with a writing pad and was about to observe the racing situation, saw her looking up in a daze, and immediately said, "Please help me to say something to start."

Persephone didn't shout, but just repeated in a low voice following his request, "Start."

These words seemed to be a weapon that shattered the silence. Hades, standing still, seemed to have received an order, and the whip in his hand smashed through the darkness with a snap.

"Start." He announced coldly.

All the undead who came to fight for a life suddenly woke up, shouting loudly and slamming the horses.Immediately, there was the sound of whips, the collision of the buried bronze horses or dead horse bones, and the excitement of the competition all broke out.

This was the first time for Persefin to watch a horse racing event. Dozens of cars on the long driveway were like a grand storm, bringing with them souls that had long since died, launching a passionate and crazy race.

She thought that with so many horses running, the gravel flew up, and the dust was scattered, so it was hard to see who was who, but Hades was the most conspicuous.

He didn't even use much force, and the dark horse easily ran ahead, and when it passed the turning mark, it was as easy as a walk.

Persephone knocked her olives, and suddenly found that the highly competitive track had become Hades's personal stage. He pulled the reins with ease, his beautiful arms stretched out into hard lines, and his black hair was disheveled, showing no waves. face.

If it hadn't been such a bad start, or if she hadn't crossed and was still on the Sicilian cruise ship and met him...she would have gone up to ask for an autograph.

Being handsome like this must be a star she doesn't know.

Seeing that Hades seemed to be looking up for her again, Persephone immediately turned to look at other cars, intending to see where No.2 was.

She had a toothache from eating olives, so she could only stop such self-abuse.

The nightmares were all sitting in the auditorium, and she accidentally glanced at Oniri, only to find that her eyelids were heavy and drooping, and she was extremely sleepy.

A dark shadow flowed from the far side of the nightmares, hidden under the shadow of the fire like flowing water, and soon came behind Persephone.

The attention of the three judges was all on the game, and Persephone, who was sitting on an oversized stone chair, was covered up. The robe woven by the power of the nightmare appeared beside Persephone's chair.

The God of Thieves took a peek at Persephone, who was struggling with sleepiness, stretched out his hand, and the snake rod touched her robe, bringing her to sleep.

Then he took her hand, held her soul, and fell into a dream.

Hermes found Demeter curled up in a vat deep in the thick earth to heal his wounds.

She didn't have the strength to get up, because she was hit by Typhon who escaped from Hades when she was sowing, and the evil fire was still burning on her skin, which caused the loss of Persephone who was sleeping in her arms. Moss first went to find out where Persephone was.

Hermes returned to Olympus to find Eros, but found that the arrow of Eros could not be pulled out.

Before winter comes, if Persephone does not return to the earth, the seeds will not be able to germinate, and the human race will die in droves.

Hermes had no time to wait for Demeter to recover, so when the Nightmare God returned to Hades, he took the opportunity to leave his body and use his soul to sneak in.

At first, he just wanted to make sure it was Persephone, but he found that the underworld was holding a competition. The excitement is always the best stage for stealing. The gods who used the power of stealing did not hesitate to change their plans and boldly stole the girl who was eating olives. .

A road leading to the earth appeared in the dream, he held Persephone's hand tightly, and flew up without hesitation.

Persephone, who was sitting on the chair, gradually stopped breathing, and the uneaten olives on her fingers slid down to her feet.

And Hades, who had already seen the finish line of the car, raised his head habitually to follow her gaze, but saw her leaning on the chair, the purple blanket slipping by her feet, her peaceful sleeping face was as quiet as death.

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