Pan died again, but unlike before, this ti he was not accidentally killed while having too much fun. It’s the first ti he’s died because soone chopped off his head.
Looks like it’s ti to visit Grandpa Hades again...
Rembering the buffet made from the organs and bodies of the deceased at Hades’ place, he couldn’t help but gag.
That mortal was too scary; he killed just for peeking at Diana’s chest for a mont. It seems everyone’s right, that mortal and Diana must have a close relationship.
I just happened to beco a stepping stone for the gods.
His soul seed listless, silently walking on the familiar path, ready to receive Hades’ ’hospitality’.
He walked into the black-and-white corridor, a path he had walked many tis. Just walk straight ahead towards the darkest place.
Over there is the Netherworld, where death sends everyone to the death world according to their faith.
But it seems different today; there’s a flicker of firelight at the end of the darkness. Could it be that the corpse buffet is no longer satisfying Hades?
With many questions in mind, Pan walked through the door, and the tunnel disappeared behind him.
What appeared before him was a ghostly palace, with black bricks and tiles, painted beams and pillars, and under the eaves, there was a large wooden board with three complex symbols drawn on it.
Around him were many evil ghosts with blue faces and sharp teeth, throwing so souls into oil pans for frying, emitting an eerie aroma.
At this mont, there was a table in front of the palace door, and a pale person dressed in luxurious black clothes sat behind the table, staring at him with a ruthless gaze, as if he could see through everything about him.
"Where do you co from, living soul? Why such a look?"
Pan was instantly dazed, showing a bewildered expression on his ugly face. He couldn’t understand the language at all.
What to do?
"Daring to disregard , the king? Guards, oil pans..."
The pale king showed a displeased expression, and a god standing beside him with a small notebook and pen imdiately whispered in his ear.
"Death sent here... Western savage... special care... from one to eighteen..."
Pan only heard bits and pieces of these syllables, but he couldn’t understand what they ant. He only saw the black-robed god stroke his beard slightly, nod a little, before picking up a small wooden stick from the table and throwing it to the ground.
"Ox Head and Horse Face! Arrest the living soul, send him to the Eighteen Layers of Hell, layer by layer without skipping."
"Yes, sir!"
Pan was chained by two burly half-beastn and led toward the side of a pitch-black door.
Even if Pan was foolish, he understood this wasn’t a flower crown welco. These two burly n not only exuded ghostly aura but also occasionally sneered at him.
"Mr. Niu, Mr. Ma, I’m a goat. We can be friends..."
The black door opened, revealing a magic elevator inside. Ox Head and Horse Face dragged Pan inside.
"Brother Niu, what’s this foreign soul saying?"
"I couldn’t be bothered to learn their language. Why? Younger Brother Ma, you planning to get a college girl as a translator?"
"Sigh, just recently, there aren’t any quotas. I used all my quotas on those minor celebrities before."
"Then what are you talking about? Let’s go, first layer, Tongue Plucking Hell."
...............
Su Ming had found his dream again in the Dream Country. He intended to pull himself together and quickly woke up from the dream.
Diana was holding him, flying through the air. Not much ti had passed.
But Diana was all hard, either muscles or armor, no benefits at all.
"Alright, Diana, Pan won’t be bothering us for a while."
Su Ming indicated she could let go, he could fly himself.
"Were you experiencing soul ergence?" Diana let go of her arms; they were almost there.
"Not really, just had a dream."
Su Ming chuckled mischievously, not ntioning the death matter, instead making an excuse about a friend taking Pan to Yama Hall.
"Yama?"
"An Eastern Death God, a bit stronger than your uncle Hades."
Diana sighed helplessly. Such chaos could lead to trouble; hopefully, it wouldn’t trigger a divine system war.
Deathstroke always does unexpected things, yet his plans are always ticulous, leaving people unable to see through them.
While flying, she listened to Deathstroke describe the cruel punishnts of the undead world, the peeling of the soul, finger cutting, all repeated thousands of tis. She couldn’t help but feel a little pity for Pan.
But in this case, even if Pan is reborn, he’s probably afraid to ss with him again.
Hopefully, she wouldn’t encounter that pervert again, benefiting from it.
"We’re here."
Diana pointed to the ground, where there was a large theater, illuminated by countless searchlights, appearing quite grand.
"Is today a special day? The scale is huge." Su Ming looked around, curious at the giant posters printed with Zatanna’s art photos and signatures: "Wait, weren’t these people being controlled by Eclipse Star during the day? They can co watch the performance by night?"
Diana shrugged, not finding it a big deal: "Humans are forgetful creatures. Besides, even if doomsday cos, people still need to continue living. Dwelling on the past is not as good as living in the mont."
"...Are you fake Diana? Philosophy Goddess? Is it you?" Su Ming hid in the shadow of the street, letting Strangulation turn into a suit, looking at Wonder Woman in surprise.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Don’t you know that Greece is famous for philosophers?" Diana slapped him awkwardly. She was rely trying to test the charm of thoughts. Maybe Deathstroke likes female warriors with depth of thought?
But that’s not it at all; Deathstroke hates philosophy just like her, making up so Philosophy Goddess to ridicule her. Which divine system has such a god position?!
Although, it turns out they have many common points...
But with the slap just now, she found the clothing, though it looked like a suit, was actually hard, icy cold to the touch, and felt quite dangerous. The hair on her arm stood up: "What’s on you?"
"Liquid nanorobot super disguise program Oga." Su Ming invented a na offhandedly, extending an arm to suggest Diana should take it, and they entered the theater together.
However, at this mont, his smile was very stiff, like a corpse that died from laughing gas. Strangulation imitating a natural smile was a difficult task.
"Ugh... What a long na." Diana’s eyes sparkled with stars; she understood each word individually, but combined together, she was completely lost.
"No worries, as long as you know it’s harmless. Let’s go in, ladies first." Su Ming chivalrously opened the theater door, inviting Diana to go first.
But Diana never needed special treatnt, grabbing Su Ming’s arm, she dragged him alongside her, shoulder to shoulder into the brightly lit hall.
"I know Xiaozha’s agent, we can go directly through the employee passage to the backstage to watch the performance."
Confidently, Diana dragged Su Ming, striding towards the nearby door marked ’No Entry’, casually tossing a few bills and buying popcorn from the theater’s counter.
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