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Hades will hold a competition, and the news spread throughout the dark land in an instant.

The skeleton stretched out the pale hand bones from the damp ground, crawling out in a distorted posture.Countless monsters from the Underworld immediately rushed to the arena on the Everspring Grassland to join in the fun.

On the huge oval racing track that has been decaying for a long time, white skeletons are running rampant, picking up broken stones with bone hands, and throwing them into temporary woven leather baskets.

Countless Ceres elves opened their bloodthirsty fangs, screamed shrilly, waved their red robes like swift flying beasts, and desperately cleaned the stone chairs, stone paths and bronze gates of the arena.

They originally followed Thanadus to help carry the corpses, but they were temporarily transferred to clean up, leaving Death alone on the battlefield to harvest the souls of the dead.

Already silent in death, the no longer bustling Hades lit countless lampstands, and the servants running down from the painting tirelessly moved the pine oil in the storage room out one by one.

In some places where a large amount of wood is required, even the coffin boards are dragged to light the fire. This is the most common wood in the land of the underworld.

An old man with curly and white hair and a rag hanging on his body waved a paintbrush, cursing while painting the statue on the central divider of the racing track.

"Stingy Hades, when will he let me go back to the earth to see the sunshine, I have built the whole palace for him, he is not satisfied, now he wants me to tidy up the arena, he is simply a god of vicious dogs."

Temporarily running to act as a scribe, the judge at the dispatch site, Aiacus, urged: "If you don't hurry up, your hair will be cut off."

The hair represents the past time of an undead, that is, his memory and wisdom. The moment the undead is cut off, the undead becomes a shadow with a blank mind.

Daedalus complained and complained, he still knew what to do, and immediately speeded up, although he couldn't help muttering: "Hasn't the god of hospitality hated noise for a long time? Why did he suddenly regain the favor of the god of Olympus?"

Every time Daedalus wanted to scold and didn't dare to scold, he would always call Pluto, the god of hospitality, so hospitable that he would never leave once the guests came.

The judge didn't have time to listen to the old man's nagging. The sudden clean-up task made him put down the affairs of Europa's soul and run back and forth.

Others didn't know why the competition was held suddenly, but the judges knew it very well.

Because Pluto suddenly remembered that chasing the goddess needs to please others, so if he can't wait for a day, he must immediately clean up the dusty happy place and dispel the miserable atmosphere.

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Persephone didn't expect to go out of the palace again, instead of taking a car or walking, she saw Hades raised his hand and melted a pen to draw a door with simple lines directly on the corridor wall.

The young man standing in the mural picking olive branches hurried over and opened the painted door respectfully, revealing the bottomless darkness behind the door.

Persephone looked at the scene in front of her a little numbly, a little scary, but took it for granted.

If you stay in a world similar to horror movies for a long time, everyone's emotional threshold will rise accordingly, and you will not be able to adapt to a day that is too ordinary.

Hades clasped her wrist slightly with his fingers, and was about to walk into the wall.

Persephone has an instinct to avoid danger, and when she sees it, she is about to hit the wall, and her brain has stopped before she can react.

Hades was just holding her hand reluctantly. The curse on her hand was extremely heavy. She stopped unexpectedly and let his fingers fall off. He was moving too fast and did not stop. One foot was already buried in the door of the wall. Inside.

Seeing this, Persephone realized that she could really pass through the wall. When she was about to overcome her instinct of fear and tried to step into the wall, she saw Hades lowered his head expressionlessly.

His beautiful forehead hair fell down, a shadow covered the emotion in his eyes, and he was looking at his hands.

seems to be angry.

Persephone didn't know why he guessed that he was angry. He obviously didn't show any expression, nor did he show any obvious desire to attack, but he gave people a low, cold and depressing feeling.

Then he tried to shake his own hand, and there were obviously overstretched muscle lines on the arm. The golden bracelet on his left hand suddenly turned into gold powder and scattered, revealing the complicated curse pattern on the wrist. He wiped off part of the pattern to restore some strength .

Strength is accompanied by the surge of love, his desire for her is constantly accumulating, and every step he approaches her is on the verge of collapse.

If he was angry just now, Persephone would be keenly aware that his eyes were too bright, like a beast in the night shining green light, it is really a familiar feeling.

She didn't have time to back down, Hades had already stretched out his left hand to clasp her waist, and hugged her as easily as if he was hugging a thin papyrus flower umbrella, without any effort like just now.

Persephone fell into his hot arms, reconfirmed that his emotions were out of control, and found from memory that his temperature would not be so high when he was normal.

But she didn't notice his further encroachment, he just simply carried her into the wall, and the young man on the mural saw them coming in and immediately took the olive branch and put it in Persephone's arms.

It couldn't speak, but just looked at her devoutly, as if begging for something.

Persephone held a bunch of linear olive branches in puzzlement, and watched the olive branches turn into a painting in her palm.And Hades's steady voice also sounded, "It believes in you and offers sacrifices to you."

Persephone looked up at his chin, "Faith?"

Hades walked into the door, and after the darkness, dazzling light and countless noises crowded in, she couldn't help squinting her eyes, but his whisper came from her ears: "The paintings I draw are eager to sacrifice myself to you. "

The painting has his divine power attached to it, and the divine power carries the strong desire of the god, and the servants in the painting respect her to the dust.

Before Persephone had time to study the meaning of this sentence, she found that they were standing on a high platform neatly built of stones. She saw countless torches smeared with oil and grease lit up. The circular megalithic square of the zoo appeared before her eyes.

Frightening-looking humanoid birds flitted across the center lane, busily brushing the mud off the marble walls to reveal the race-relief strips.

At the end of the road is a huge open copper door, and a monster several meters high is wiping the grooves of the columns with a linen cloth.

And when they appeared, all those who were sitting, those who were in charge of cleaning, and the people in the corner (gods? Monsters? Bones?) all stood up straight and looked over.

This highly anticipated scene was so lively that Persefine's eyelids twitched.

Hades is used to this kind of scene, and he doesn't even feel that there is anything wrong with so many creatures welcoming him. The indifference in his eyes seems to have been born from the moment he was born.

There is only one seat on the high platform, which is an ad hoc throne.

When Persephone was placed on top, three judges with clerk boards gathered around, confirmed the competition prizes with Hades, and then ran down, yelling that the competition was about to start.

Hades was standing beside her, his tall and tall body was like a guard tree beside the stone seat. He seemed to realize that she had question marks on her face, and was finally willing to spend some time explaining.

"Competition is the most lively activity. The first is racing. If you are not too noisy, you can also see wrestling and archery."

Persephone rested her head on her hands in silence, and couldn't help sighing. Ever since she met this guy, she has become a little sigh expert.

If it's a date, they're definitely yellow.She is a common person, she prefers going to a movie in a flower and gourmet amusement park, and she doesn't like dating at a sports meeting.

The judge calmly announced the competition prizes to all kinds of ghosts and ghosts who came to participate in the sports meeting.

Persephone heard that there are tripods, horses, cauldrons... these prizes are really down-to-earth.

"Racing No.1 can get out of the darkness and return to the earth to restore his life."

Hades didn't pay attention to the arena. He looked up the arena and saw the waiter appearing, bringing wool blankets, drinks and food, and then he looked a little more relaxed.

He discovered that she loved human things, especially soft woolen fabrics, and fresh fruit.

Suddenly a soft numbness appeared from the black cloth on his body, and it was her fingers grabbing the corner of his clothes.

"Hades, will the prize be taken back?" Her curious voice was filled with a few hints of cautious temptation.

Hades pinched his ready-to-move left hand with his right hand, lowered his eyelids and remained silent for a while before answering, his voice so flat that his throat tensed.

"In a fair competition, no one has the right to take away the prize that belongs to the winner, that is honor."

At this moment, Persephone felt that flowers and gourmet food were nothing but a date in the arena.She turned slightly and approached him and said, "Why don't we go to the competition too."

Hades finally turned his head to look at her, his expressionless face, like the statue in the middle of the arena whose face was too late to paint, was so cold that it was almost blank.

he asked softly, so gently that it made one's hair stand on end.

"Do you also want to fight for the honor of the first place?"

Persephone was almost choked by this guy's ambiguity, so she had no choice but to loosen his clothes, knowing that she couldn't be fooled and said casually: "I just think you must be No.1, your carriage is fast."

Forget it, her intention to escape was too obvious, no wonder Hades was so stimulated that his face became even more paralyzed.

"Okay, let's go to the game," he said.

Persephone stared blankly at the god statue on the track for a while, then raised her head belatedly, "Huh?"

Then she saw Hades bow his head, his soft hair falling under his eyes again, and he seemed happy.

What is there to be happy about?Persephone suddenly found it difficult to guess God's mind. , please keep in mind:,.