I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 557
The soul that has just died still retains the memory and part of the wisdom of the previous life.

Hearing the shouts of the three witches in the carriage, many undead leaned over.

The fat man in the handmade suit took out a silver coin, and the undead next to him also tried to take out the money, and then a silver waterfall attracted everyone's attention.

The old man in the old overalls could tell from his face that he came from a poor family, but half a person's height of silver coins had already piled up under him.

The silver coins were piled up into a hill, and half of his body was buried in it.

"This" the old man was dumbfounded.

The fat man in the handmade suit straightened his eyes.

Half of the eyeballs of the nearby undead jumped out.

Even Harry was amazed.

On the contrary, the three witches in the carriage seemed to have seen this kind of scene a lot, and their reaction was very flat.

"That's right, your children and grandchildren are very filial, and your friends miss you very much." The eldest witch said.

"Don't snatch it from anyone, and don't worry, the money belongs to you, and no one else can take it away." The second witch shouted.

"Open your pockets, thinking about stuffing the money back." The three witches taught.

"Huh la la!" Sure enough, all the silver coins flowed back, looking at his pockets, they were still shriveled.

"Come up quickly, only one silver coin is needed." The big witch began to shout again.

"Safe and comfortable and can listen to the radio."

The two witches turned the radio switch, and there was a news broadcast with heavy noise and serious out-of-tune—welcome to Gotham Midnight News, and we will replay the second episode of "Earthman Who Holds His Head Up—Golden Nuclear Bomb" for you.
The three witches continued to shout: "Don't you know the River Styx? It is the River of Resentment, and the density of water is lighter than that of air.

Because the water is too light and the buoyancy is weak, the wooden boat may tilt and overturn if it is slightly top-heavy.

Charon's boat often had accidents, and the undead who fell into the river could not survive.

The river of resentment will slowly dissolve the soul, and even the emperor of hell dare not touch it easily. "

All the undead were skeptical, and even the souls that were pouring into the big wooden boat like an oil pipeline stopped in fear, and whispered timidly: "Does Charon often capsize?"

The undead with some spare money in their pockets began to squeeze onto the rusty bus.

Even Harry glanced suspiciously at the Ferry before turning to the bus.

Looking at it, the face hidden under the hood wrinkled.

Like the Hell Taxi back then, it was very dirty, with yellow and brown sticky filth on the broken seats.

Charon has also noticed a drop in traffic.

Instead of standing on the bow of the boat as a boatman, it turned into a huge figure of the head of the boat, integrated with the [-]-meter-long ferry, with its head standing on the bow, and the cabin seemed to be its drive.

"Witch, I don't mind if you eat the leftovers I missed. But if you dare to insult my ferryboat and my sailing skills, I swear to Satan and Hades, I will eat you raw! "

It opened its mouth and roared towards the carriage on the opposite side. The huge air flow blew hundreds of thousands of undead on the ground like leaves.

"Plop, plop." Water splashed all over the river, and some unlucky ones fell into it.

Sure enough, the water of the Styx River cannot be crossed by flying feathers, and only souls are left for the undead, how light and light should it be?
Just as it fell, it disappeared without any struggle.

"Ah, dead!"

"Charon kills, Charon kills."

"Imaiga, Charon did this, and there is no demon king to punish it?"

The dead people who had just died were greatly stimulated, and they all screamed in horror.

"Idiots, keep yelling, and I'll throw you all into the River Styx!" Charon was full of confidence, not afraid of punishment after committing a crime, and continued to growl: "Don't doubt my power, His Majesty Satan gave me the power to save money!" ' amount."

"What is Duyao?" An evil mage from another world who looked like a goblin asked doubtfully.

It stood on the second deck of the ferry, and seemed to be a high-status VIP customer.

Charon said confidently: "Governments in the world collect taxes, if they collect grain, there will be consumption in the transportation process, and if they collect money, there will also be fire consumption.

The Styx River is windy and rough, and the flying feathers are difficult to cross. If you are not careful, you will encounter accidents, and if the undead suffer a little loss, you will have to cross. "

"Omika, Charon himself admits that his boats often have accidents?!" A smart undead said in shock.

"Boom!" A pillar-thick oar was spit out from Charon's mouth, like the tongue of Orochimaru, smashing the undead into a lump of meat, and then retracted it back into its mouth, smashing it a few times, with a look of aftertaste , "This is also consumption."

The undead were silent like cicadas, never daring to stab again.

They couldn't even hesitate, because there was an endless stream of undead coming from behind, and the demons who maintained order drove them like livestock, either boarding a boat, taking a car, or jumping into the river by themselves.

Harry didn't intend to make trouble, so he was going to buy a VIP on the Charon ship right away - the second deck was relatively open, and it didn't need to be crowded like sardines.

She came prepared, knowing that she was going to cross the Styx, so of course she would not have money to take the boat.

She wouldn't mind taking care of "old friend" business if the bus was cleaner.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way, the fairyland messenger is here!" At this moment, several big, loud demons strode over from behind, "Stupid, don't get out of the way."

Some undead couldn't react in time, and were pinched by the troll with the palm of the door, grabbed it and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Crack—ah——click—"

The undead, which was supposed to be a spirit body, was chewed until blood spattered and its limbs jumped around.

Seeing the ferocity of the troll, the other undead shrieked and squeezed out in fright, making way for the team behind to make way for a [-]-meter-wide road.

Surrounded by a group of grotesque demons, eleven fairies with blond hair and gorgeous classical dresses walked over.

The end is plum, orchid, bamboo and chrysanthemum, each of which is good at winning.

They are not dead people, nor are they any kind of demons or monsters. Instead, they are pure fairyland elves, which are incompatible with this hell, the scenery and people in hell.

Like a white swan landed in a pigsty.

But they didn't hang their necks high like swans, looking forward and proud among the black pigs.

All of them bowed their heads, with mournful expressions and empty eyes.

After a while, the demons on the second deck were also driven down, and the fairies occupied the entire space.

"Why do these fairies come to hell?" the evil mage wondered.

"It's your first day in hell, or have you just become a mage, and you don't even know the rules of tithes?" Skeleton beside him sneered.

"In the starry sky of the material universe, Apocalypse and Darkseid count this," a zombie gave a thumbs up, "but in God's Domain and other worlds, Hell and His Majesty Lucifer are the "first natural disasters."

"In my impression, Lucifer has been as quiet as if he didn't exist." The evil mage said puzzled.

The corpse demon said: "That is now, in ancient times, the Eternal Punishment Legion almost conquered the world of God's Domain.

Countless different dimensions and different worlds in Lingbo Prison have surrendered to His Majesty Lucifer.

Wonderland, where elves, goblins and fairies live, is one of them.

Every seven years, Titania, Queen of Faerie, and Oberon, King of Faerie, must select 10 most intelligent and beautiful elves to dedicate to hell. "

After finishing speaking, it greeted its companions, "Let's go, let's take the bus, the three witches in a carriage are still very reliable."

"Plop." The water splashed by the river, and then subsided quickly.

The three witches stared and said: "Which dead ghost jumped into the river? After crossing the Styx River, there will be a lot of suffering waiting for you, why are you so overwhelmed!"

The second witch said: "Good words are hard to persuade, damn it, most likely I was frightened by Charon and the troll, thinking that jumping into the river will solve everything."

The big witch said: "Childish! This is a river of resentment, falling into it and slowly melting is the most painful punishment."

"It doesn't seem to be an undead." A fallen mage hesitated.

"I saw it too, it's a cloaked man." His companion said.

The ghost jumping into the river was just a small episode, and soon the broken bus was full of dead ghosts and demons, staggered and floated into the air, and rumbled to the opposite bank where the edge could not be seen.

At the same time, Charon also vigorously paddled the giant paddle on the "waist side" and sailed away from the river mouth.

"Dude, you are so rich, why do you still take a boat?"

On the side of the wooden boat, an old man in a handmade suit was squeezed out of the boat almost half of his body asked.

The old man with pockets full of money sighed: "You can also see that the devil is so cruel. Crossing the Styx is just the beginning, and I don't know what's waiting for me in the future. Now I can save as much as I can. After all, the ticket is better than the boat ticket." Ten times more expensive."

"Brother, what did you do to go to hell?" the old man in the suit asked.

The old man looked at the gloomy river and said blankly, "I thought and thought, maybe I'm lying, I often lie."

"Really? What a lie, you will go to hell." The old man in the suit suspected that the other party was lying.

The old man was about to speak when he suddenly opened his eyes wide, pointed at the river and exclaimed, "Look, there is a mermaid in the river!"

The neck of the old man in the suit twisted 180 degrees, looking in the direction of the old man's arm, the river was dark, with some gray foam, and nothing could be seen in the river, and it was completely invisible in the depths.

Facing the doubtful eyes of the old man in the suit, the old man said anxiously: "I'm not lying. Just now there was a very beautiful woman lying on her back and playing in the river, and a group of fireflies circled her."

"Brother, I believe it." The old man in the suit sighed.

"Believe it?" The old man became suspicious, "Why is there a mermaid in the Styx River?"

The old man in the suit gave a thumbs up, "No wonder you can go to hell with lies, lies come out of your mouth, and your expressions and demeanor are completely fake."

"I didn't lie." The old man was anxious.

He did not lie, it was Harry who jumped into the river.

I don't know if it's because they just died. Although those undead are souls, their bodies emit the smell of corpses when they were buried.

In addition to the smell of corpses, there are also characteristics of corpses such as corpse oil, brains, and rotting viscera.

The VIP second floor of the Charon Ferry was occupied. She didn't want to go to the bus that looked like a rotten coffin, and she didn't want to be like a sardine crowded with countless dead ghosts, so she had to jump into the river.

Coincidentally, Harry also wanted to know, what is in the river Styx?
Just as soon as she thought of it, she wrapped a yellow light shield around her body, and a Meng Zhazi jumped in.

How could such hazards as sinking feathers and eroding souls and rivers of resentment hurt her in the force field of God?

After jumping into the river, her body sank rapidly like a weight, and the bottom of the river seemed to be ten thousand feet deep. After falling for a long time, she did not bottom out, and layers of swollen and pale carrion began to appear around her.

"Hey, it's strange, the little tail seems to feel a little bit." Harry, who was about to run back, was stunned.

The little black bean hanging on the vellus hair on the back of her head vaguely sensed something, and the source was deeper at the bottom of the river.

And aware of her arrival, the rotting corpse suddenly opened its eyes, like a little bit of will-o'-the-wisp, shining with extreme greed and malice, creepy.

Enduring her nausea, Harley bypassed them, and dived down at a faster speed. Carrion corpses and mutilated undead followed behind her like a swarm of bees.

The dark river bottom looks like a group of fireflies.

After diving for a further distance, a strong crisis came from her spiritual sense. Harley was shocked, stopped, and looked down. It was still a dark hole, and the vellus felt more strongly. It seemed that if she continued down, she could enter the sea of ​​darkness and see The small black bean itself.

"The demon kings have sealed the deep well leading to the Lightless Sea so airtight, how could they leave such a loophole." Ha Li's heart moved, and he said strangely: "I shouldn't come to the edge of the deep well, right? Going down, It's the seal of the Demon King, so it's dangerous."

(End of this chapter)