spartan ancestor

There are a total of five Styx rivers in the underworld, and they are infinitely long, enveloping the entire underworld.

Only Charon's boats can drive on it, and the dead souls will be corroded if they touch the river water.

One of them, the Wailing River, is where Halilotios works.

On the way to send Poseidon and his son to reunite, Hyacinthus has been lying on the back of A-Ka lazily and half-lying like a boneless body, with a barrier of divine power, his lips pressed against A-Ka's ear, and whispered his previous series of doubts. I said it all over again: "...What do you think? If the old woman came straight at me, would it have something to do with her previous life?"

While talking, Hyacinthos slightly parted his lips, held the tip of Aka's ear with his white teeth, and swept out his eyes with a half-smile.

Thanatos, who was originally puzzled and wanted to urge Jacintos to follow him, suddenly turned his head and looked at the sky and the earth in embarrassment. He never thought that what the young couple was talking about while biting their ears was not about flirting, but about how they escaped from the underworld in their previous life. An experience relived.

"..." A-Ka walked forward for a while before saying, "Athena has been watching you."

"?" Yacintos turned his eyes slightly, only to notice that one of the long cats hanging on the hand of the god of death was quietly turning his head back, and the cat cast a suspicious look.

"After I fed Poseidon the Pomegranate, she has always been like this?" Jacintos thought thoughtfully, "Maybe she is curious about the Pomegranate?"

It is not difficult to understand that no one will turn a blind eye to the threat.

It’s just a little strange, I don’t know if it’s Hyacinth’s delusion, but there seems to be a glimmer of hope mixed with fear in Athena’s eyes, which makes her already bright eyes more radiant and lively, even more vivid than the deer in the forest——

A-Ka suddenly stretched out his hand, covering Jacintos' sight.

"..." Yacintos laughed, "I'll just take a few more glances, is this also jealous?"

They happened to step into a section of road that was being rebuilt, surrounded by construction workers jingling and children running between adults' legs.

Hyacinthus just wanted to say something flirty, when those people who were wiping sweat with their shovels and hammers noticed his existence:

"His Royal Highness!? I'm not dreaming, am I?"

"Ha! I went back tonight to show off to my wife. She likes to listen to the stories of Mr. Yassin the most. By the way, I would like to ask, can I ask Mrs. Yassin to write a sentence for my wife? Just Just write it on my clothes!"

"Can I shake hands? Can I shake hands?"

People's exhausted spirits were immediately cheered up. The construction site was bustling with excitement, and a few children ran over with their faces up, raised their hands and said in a milky voice, "Can I give you a hug?"

Poseidon stared at him from the sidelines, while Hyacinths lazily clung to Akka, and raised his eyebrows at the adults and children who approached.

This man started to sway with his stomach full of bad water whenever he had free time, and deliberately dragged out his tone: "Handshakes are fine, but hugs are not. After all, there is a big vinegar vat next to him, and he will be jealous if he looks at others more."

Aka: "..."

Jacintos thought that A-Ka would at least express some dissatisfaction with his eyes, but the man just glanced at him, and then kept a weird silence: "..."

"...Really?" Jacintos was really surprised this time, "Do you also eat children's jealousy?"

Aka frowned slightly: "Do you know how many years they died?"

Hyacinthus: "..."

"Wow——" the children were so angry that they ran away crying.

The parents were quite open-minded. There is no such thing as losing children in the underworld. They didn't even bother to care about their own children, so they whispered to each other on the spot:

"Well, judging by this aboveboard attitude, our Lord Yassin is definitely going to be with Aka."

"What? I still expect Lord Yashin to be with His Majesty Hades!"

"Ha! Are you kidding me? It's obvious that Master Yashin likes Aka, and you can taste it from the details!"

"..." Poseidon's face was almost distorted, and he couldn't understand why Hyacinthus was so popular in the underworld.

And not far away, there was another god with the same distorted face as him, the sleeping god who was walking.

Hypnos stared stiffly across Poseidon, Athena, and Ares, and smiled uglier than crying: "A-Three godheads again?"

The psychological shadow of Hyacinthus holding the three godheads haunted his heart again last time. Hypnos cast his painful and helpless eyes on Aka, but saw Thanatos sighing and shaking his head beside him: "...Actually, Cupid hasn't left Hades yet. Do you want to talk to him when you have time?"

Hypnos looked at Aka with hopeful eyes.

Chaos, who was once again being urged face-to-face by his grandchildren in countless lifetimes, said: "..."

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The crying river, to put it more literary, is also called the river of lamentation.

The river here is made up of the painful tears of the souls of the dead in hell.

When he saw the appearance of the long black river from a distance, Hyacinthus heard the howling of pain coming from the direction of the crying river. It was the tears that condensed memories and repeated the sound of the owner when he wept. circled.

It is here that Halilotios does his hard work.

When Hyacinthus and the others arrived at the shore, they saw a small group of coolies standing in the shallows, holding up hoes to open up new river channels, so as to divert the water of the Styx to some bridges in the distance, so as to prevent future attempts to get under the bridges. Sneak out of the underworld.

There is an old saying that the tears of the dead soul condense the memory of the owner, touching the skin will make people feel like they are there. This team of coolies is obviously suffering from such torture.

They kept lifting their feet from the shallow water, as if they were stepping on boiling water. Every time they lowered their faces, their faces twisted. Occasionally, some people couldn't stand the torture and dropped their hoes and tried to escape to the shore. When they turned their heads, they cried. The river suddenly condensed into a palm, dragging him back.

"Uh..." Harry Lotios, who was dragged back into the river, wailed weakly, and couldn't bear the pain caused by most of his body being immersed in the river water, so he could only get up in a state of embarrassment and weakness, and continued to jump. Wield a hoe.

"Hurry up, can you? Thanks to you being the son of Poseidon, you are the most lazy in the whole team." A familiar figure sat on the bank, shaking his legs boredly, a pair of slender white feet without shoes and socks, soaked Playing with splashes in the water, there is no reaction from the hard workers who are overwhelmed with pain.

Thanatos explained to Jacintos timely and courteously: "Mingta is the daughter of the Goddess of the Weeping River, who was born in the water of the Weeping River, and their sisters are not afraid of the water of the Weeping River."

But it's hard to say if I'm afraid of Yacintos, who can be regarded as Mingta's Wailing River.

Thanatos' voice caught Mingta's gaze: "Ta—ah!!!"

The daughter of the river god, who was so leisurely crying just now, blinked and screamed as terribly as the hard laborers. Mingta fell into the river and almost choked before sitting up in embarrassment. Her small face changed from being bored to crying : "Ya, Lord Yashin..."

It's not a dream, is it?Is this a nightmare?Mingta put his hands behind his back, pinched himself hard, and burst into tears in the clear pain: "You... how could you..."

Why did you come down?Is it dead? ?Who is it, which heinous bastard did it!

Is it Poseidon? !Mingta's gaze rushed towards Poseidon, who was struggling again after seeing the miserable conditions of hard labor: "You! How dare you make Lord Yashin unhappy?!"

Damn it, how gloriously they and their group sent Lord Yacintos to the Sea God Temple, why doesn't your Sea God Temple know how to treat guests at all, why didn't they keep Yacintos for five, six, seven or eight years?

Harry Lotios raised his head numbly, and glanced at the shore: "...Father!! Father, are you here to save me? Help me!"

Yacintos glanced at Harry Lotios, who was full of joy, and slipped past the hands of the god of death, sliding his limbs vigorously. Poseidon, who wanted to escape in the opposite direction, showed an encouraging smile at Poseidon: "Go! , go and hug your son."

With that, he threw Poseidon into the cold Weeping River.

"Ah—" Poseidon yelled worse than Harry Lotios, after all, he had no power.

Harrylotios stepped forward in a daze, and asked Poseidon what happened and why he didn't kill Hyacinthus to avenge him. Poseidon wailed for a while, and in pain and anger, He punched his son in the face, "It's all your fault!"

If Harry Lotios hadn't lost control of his lower body and ran to provoke Ares' daughter, he might win the fight with Athena. At least he still has a chance to escape, right?

Harry Lotios held his nose and was beaten inexplicably: What does it matter to him?Isn't he miserable enough now?

He opened his mouth aggrieved, but before he could express his accusation, Poseidon's fist swung again, smashing him into the water.

Hyacintos and others stood on the shore and watched the father and son fight from a distance. Thanatos watched with relish, and casually said: "Will Poseidon's divine power recover? Do you plan to return the godhead to Poseidon?" ?”

...I don't really want to pay back, Hyacinthus murmured, "I would rather give it to Amphitrite."

After all, Amphitrite has a good heart and is very capable. Now she is handling the official affairs of the Poseidon Temple. What is not better than Poseidon?

——If only he could control the Golden Tears.

It's a pity that he has tried countless times before, but he still can't get the point.

Yacinto paused for a moment: "But what you said reminded me. I can take the opportunity to search Poseidon's Sea God Temple—I mean, Poseidon almost killed me, and I haven't received the compensation yet."

Thanatos: "??" Don't talk nonsense, which sentence I just said reminds you of this?

"Cough," Yacintos never let himself linger in a dead end for too long. At this time, his mind had drifted to the countless pearls he saw in the Sea God Temple. After a dry cough, he turned to look at Aka and said solemnly, " We should tell Amphitrite about Poseidon's entry into the underworld. If she is very sad, should we spend more time with her in the Sea God Temple?"

Aka: "..."

How could Amphitrite be sad when Poseidon entered the underworld? The only ones who would be sad were the corals and aquatic plants that were going to be bare.

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Revisiting the old place, Hyacinthus has a very different mentality when he sees the Sea God Temple again.

"Look at these corals..." Hyacinthus stood in front of the main hall, his eyes glued to the red corals, "Are they quite valuable?"

Aka: "..."

Save more or less, the only water plants left outside the entire Sea God Temple look like, is that the Sea God Temple or the Water Ghost Temple.

Amphitrite had received the news from Jacintos through the godhead early on. At this time, she put down the business in hand and went out to greet her: "I didn't expect you to come again."

She didn't seem to care about "Poseidon will stay in the underworld" in the letter from Jacintos. After glancing at Jacintos, she asked the other people: "Where is Athena? Why didn't she Follow along."

Hyacinthus shrugged: "She offered to visit and help Hephaestus' workshop."

You can also guess with your toes that Athena is a drunkard.Compared with the sudden whim of wanting to visit Hephaestus, who is not very close, Athena offered to go to the Vulcan Workshop, and she must have wanted to inquire about the situation of Ming Pomegranate and Golden Tears.

Unfortunately, even Jacintos himself couldn't explain these two things clearly. Athena couldn't find the answer she wanted even though she was sitting in the Vulcan workshop.

Considering the convenience of nursing care, Hyacinthus sent Ares over by the way, and threw the prosthetic limbs to Hephaestus for adjustment. When they left the workshop, Athena and Ares were quite novel. Spin around the workshop.

Hyacinthus looked at the hill-like drawings on Hephaestus's workbench, and he could foresee that the happiness of these two would not last for a few days...

Amphitrite nodded slightly: "When Athena wants to know what she wants, I don't worry about her being in the underworld. On the contrary, it's me who has worried her a lot for me over the years... Forget it, let's not talk about these bitterness topic of."

She changed the subject and looked at Hyacinthus: "I heard from the guard that when you were in the Sea God Temple, you asked them and my maid about the 'god who can control time'? Why do you want to Asking this? Do you have any specific troubles?"

"?" Yacintos was a little surprised.

When Amphitrite asked, it sounded like she knew something.

It's just about the past life, he's not sure whether to tell others or not.

Fortunately, Amphitrite seemed to just ask the question casually, and didn't mean to force Hyacinthus to answer. After a short pause, she continued: "There is a small island in the ocean, although there is no one who can control time. Gods, but their ability is not weaker than controlling time. I guess, will the problems you encounter have something to do with them?"

The author has something to say: Ding!It's a preview of the end...

There are still two complete plot points, I estimate there are dozens of chapters

But drawing lessons from the previous articles, sometimes I think I can write for a long time, but in fact I only wrote for a while, so this time I will make a preview in advance, how many chapters will it take to finish these two plot points? There are no points_(:з」∠)_