Chapter 11:

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That ’s right, now I ’m doing a so-called
Expedition to the Underworld
with a nagging god—forgive the beginning of such a vulgar fantasy movie, because I ca n’t find anything other than this title More appropriate words to express the inner feelings at this moment.
This is Hera. This is absolutely true, but I am also Han Xiaole, a human being who is ordinary to the extreme in the eyes of the gods, strictly compared. Han Xiaole currently accounts for a relatively large proportion of this body. Most of the time, the experience and memory of Hera is like watching a movie or a novel. Although I remember all the details clearly, I always feel that the feelings are not in place and are a bit slow.
Well, it must be because the current body is a mortal child, and there is no restoration of the relationship between the soaring of the gods and the sky-well, this is just a joke. I think it was Hera who locked many things in the past tightly behind a door and was unwilling to face it, so the human Han Xiaole had to stand up and clean up the mess for her.
It's really painful to play fine points.
Therefore, standing at the boundary between the human world and the underworld at this moment was frightened by the black smoke coming from the ground, and his face was pale and white. It must not be Hera's fault. Just kidding, Hera is a majestic iron lady and a self-respecting monster who never bleeds and tears in front of people. She hasn't seen any big winds and waves. How can she be afraid of a little ghost?
Hum, I'm afraid of Han Xiaole. Han Xiaole has to cover his eyes even when watching third-rate domestic horror movies.
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Hey, Hermes, you ’re enough, another person quietly covers his mouth and smiles, beware I hit your head!
It is worthy of being Hermes, the king of the grass at the helm of the rudder, seeing me with a blue face, immediately condensed his smile, and put on a solemn look, pointing to the front of the big dark and bottomless hole and saying seriously: This is the gateway to Hades, as long as we cross it we can reach the distressed river. "
The corner of his mouth twitched slightly. Hera had never been to Hades before, and Han Xiaole never even thought about such a problem. Although many comics and animations are now adhering to a strange view, they desperately wash the world for Hades and the Underworld, and feel that the dark and pale men and the world that is gone all day long are too cool. I really want to know if people with this view see the entrance like a black hole in the universe and the lamentable crying from the faint, will they still think that the underworld is a good place.
What a joke, that is the kingdom of the dead! Is it fun to be with a group of dead people! I swallowed a bit of saliva, and the kind of cowardice that belongs to human nature is a bit dominant. Hermes seemed to see this, and said lukewarmly: "Or listen to me, and regret it now. As long as you find the water of the Undead Spring, you can be resurrected and you can return to Olympus mountain……"
Perhaps it was because Hermes used the double snake rod to open a temporary passage to Hades, the surrounding air became very cold, and even the ground under his feet began to smell a burning smell of sulfur. A plume of black smoke kept coming out of the ground, and all kinds of distorted faces could be seen inside. Hermes told me not to look at those faces, especially not to look at them. But even so, I still feel that my back is cold, as if I will be caught and dragged away by those terrible things at any time.
Yes, now I am a dead person, and the dead person naturally has to stay with the dead person.
"Go."
Walking out from behind Hermes, I took a deep breath and resolutely walked towards the tumbling black hole. Hermes was a little angry and ruined: "As a result, you don't want to listen to anything I say! Hera, you are a stunned woman, exactly like Zeus."
"I want to bring Dongzi back. I owe him."
My firm answer. With a long sigh of surrender, Hermes quickly caught up with my hand and we jumped into that huge black hole together.
"Don't let go of my hand!"
After entering, his eyes were completely black, and he could not distinguish between up, down, left, and right. He could only see the faint white light of Hermes's cane, dispersing the heavy black fog that was blocking the front. I dragged him deeper and shallower and walked forward, almost falling over several times. When I finally came out of the dark mist, I muttered: "No wonder Persephone is always arguing to leave, no one can bear this kind of transportation."
"I'm sorry, Dear Hera, we walked through the unofficial passage of the back door, and afterwards we went to the official gate of course. Do you still expect countless ghosts to line up and welcome flowers?"
Hermes sarcastically said, shaking his cane, it seemed that he really didn't like Hades, and the whole person was like a blown cat. I think that when he was doing the work of guiding the undead before, he definitely suffered a lot in Hades.
What you can see in front of you is still the darkest, deepest and thickest kind. You can imagine the feeling in the room without any light and the curtains are drawn. He reached out and shook his hands, and really didn't see five fingers. But I heard the sound of a rushing water not far away, and a strange cry of whimpers that made my heart chill, and the kind of whimper peculiar to the wind blowing across the endless wasteland.
"It looks like this in the Hades."
"This is just the entrance, the junction between life and death, and yin and yang. It is still a long time before the real state of the dead."
Hermes walked in the front with familiar doors, and I followed behind, feeling that I often stepped on some uneven things under my feet. But I certainly won't look down to see what it is. What a pleasing existence can exist in the kingdom of the dead.
Soon we were getting closer and closer to the thundering water, Hermes shook, the white light on the cane became more dazzling, so I saw the reflection of the waves under my feet through this light The pale face swimming slowly under the water. All of them had no eyes, only two deep black holes remained. I just looked at it and immediately looked away. I heard from the night goddess that all souls soaked in this river will be eroded in the end. Looking around, the river is very wide, and I don't know where it is going. Under the dark lacquered water surface, how many unsullied souls are soaked?
"coming."
Hermes held his arm and patted the toes with his toes impatiently. In the deep darkness in the distance, the sound of splashing water came slowly, getting closer and closer, and soon less than twenty meters away from us. Through the glimmer of light, I saw the ship that seemed to blend in with the darkness, and the ferry who stood on the bow of the ship and wore a black robe over his invisible face.
"To you, the boat fee for two people."
Before waiting for the ship to reach the shore, Hermes threw away a few silver coins. I stood so close to him, and I didn't see where he came from. The man in black robe didn't move much, only to see the wide sleeves shook, and the silver coins were gone. Hermes had already lightly jumped onto the ship, and I could only sort out my robe and set foot on dignity.
However, after I went up, I discovered that it was originally a relatively large ship, and somehow it was crowded with "humans" with straight faces and straight eyes. Their eyes and faces were breathless, and they felt cold after seeing it. I endured the fear in my heart and tried not to take a step back. Hermes read the joke.
In any case, deep down in my heart, I am still proud and conceited. Twenty-six years of human life cannot erase Hera ’s nature. Whether or not the queen, she is an extremely arrogant woman, ah, no, goddess.
The boating Charon is like a robot, quietly on the shore a little, the boat swaying leisurely. According to common sense, the boat has to shake a few times in the water, but the boat is strangely quiet and smooth, it doesn't seem to be in the water. In a patient posture, Hermes did not even fly up and hang in the air, for fear that those "people" would touch his own piece of clothing. Actually, I was also quite scared. I stepped back a few steps quietly, and stepped on something accidentally. When I looked down, countless rotten skulls and hands with only bones were tightly locked on the side of the ship. These were the bodies soaked in the river , They tried to climb onto the ship. There is a boneless hand that is about to catch my corner.
How to do? Call for help? Scream? faint?
Bah, Hera wouldn't do this kind of thing, she was the of war!
So I bravely grabbed Caron's oars, swept a large swatter, and shot all those heads flying like a gopher. Although I am now dead, and still a mortal body, but want to ride on my head and spread wild, deserve to continue to soak in the river for ten thousand years. Even the two dollars of river crossing fees are reluctant to try to smuggle, and to such a point of failing as a ghost, it is not worthy of sympathy!
Although I still couldn't see Caron's face, I guess he must be stunned, staring at me for a long time until I handed him the oars, and he still stood still. In this way, the dead people who had been standing still all watched, whispering and pointing at me.
Fuck you, do you think I just showed it to anyone?
"Oh, I'm just wondering, aren't you ... cough, who is that!"
In my murderous eyes, Caron cleverly concealed the keywords, but still seemed very excited. I believe that he will definitely preach and say, "Great Hades, today I have attracted high-level leaders!"
"It turns out that you will die too! This is really amazing. In fact, I saw it from the beginning. Such an elegant temperament, such a noble manner, so powerful and domineering, it is worthy of--"
This time I grabbed Hermes's double snake stick and knocked on Charon's head. I think he was probably too excited to forget that Hera was a violent and bad tempered goddess.
"Less nonsense, row your boat! I'm in a hurry!"
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