I swung a sword at Hogwarts

There is also a dead knight, riding his colt.

"This is the road to the world of the dead."

The fog there was the same as what John had seen when he attained Nirvana.

Only through here can you reach the other side.

John guessed that he remained conscious because of the Deathly Hallows on his body.

Originally belonging to the god of death, these things can help people avoid death.

John walked forward.

The fog was impenetrable, and he could only follow the dead souls moving forward aimlessly.

Some died in modern times, wearing tattered suits, others in medieval garb.

This road is too long and people have been walking for a long time without arriving.

Lost souls need guidance.

The Resurrection Stone appears in John's hand, which can draw the power of the soul.

With the Resurrection Stone in his right hand, every ghost he passes by will follow him.

After one day, there were already more than a dozen souls following him.

John felt no sign of fatigue as he continued to move forward.

On the contrary, the soul followed, making him more and more full.

He thought about it for a while, and ultimately, it should be the help from the Deathly Hallows.

These things exert even more powerful power in the world of death.

John led the way and walked for another two days.

Behind him there was already a team of no less than fifty people.

The Resurrection Stone becomes a beacon in the hand, lighting the ghost's way forward.

The Elder Wand waved, parting the fog and creating a path.

The invisibility cloak scares John into becoming a guide.

His mood became calmer and calmer, as if he was becoming the god of death, guiding this path.

It's a wonderful feeling that can't be stopped.

He continued to move forward, and a knight rode by on horseback and joined the team.

There were nobles following in carriages.

The undead formed a long line behind him in this kingdom of death.

The Witch King used his magic wand to clear a path and used stones as lights.

By the fourth day, there were more than a thousand souls following John.

This is a huge team.

He had to raise his right hand.

The shoes of the dead were worn out, and the rough road that hurt their feet and the cold wind and snow all tortured the dead.

Day .

More and more undead saw the guide and gathered together.

Let this team exceed two thousand people.

They walked on, filling the dozen turns of the winding road.

Some of the dead died along the way, and their souls became even weaker existences.

Day .

The wind and snow continued, and the cut fog began to recover.

As a guide, John stepped up his efforts to delay the clearing of the fog.

The team has reached an astonishing four thousand people.

They are doubling every day.

There are countless undead souls in this world, and all John can do is take away those lost undead souls.

On the seventh day, the number of people reached 8,000.

There are wizards among them, but they are also confused after the wizards die.

Maybe he was killed by the Killing Curse, or maybe it was due to a potion trial.

The souls of wizards are strange and their spells are also extremely weird.

But more often than not, souls perish in this world.

It is not only a place of death, but also a place of exile.

On the eighth day, sixteen thousand people.

Looking down from the sky, the long line looks like a long snake.

They walked in a zigzag manner, unswervingly in one direction.

John wasn't sure how far he had walked, but his body still showed no sign of fatigue.

The Grim Reaper's cloak gives him endless power in the world of death.

He could clearly feel that the destination was approaching.

Although he didn't know where the destination was.

It was just a feeling, a feeling that kept him going.

He didn't want to stop.

Even though some undead fell behind him, he did not stop.

Take one step at a time and move towards that destination.

ninth day.

He finally saw the end, which was a river with a gilded crystal bridge.

What’s strange is that the bridge was held up by just a strand of hair.

John came here with the dead.

He stopped, but the undead behind him continued to move forward.

They walked onto the bridge, one after another.

The hair didn't even sway, and the water under his feet flowed smoothly.

But no ghost wanted to come near.

Once approached, they will let out an unconscious scream.

This team of tens of thousands of people walked across the bridge.

John was about to move forward.

Suddenly, he stopped again.

This time it was an acquaintance who showed up.

"You appear in the world of the dead, John Wick."

Under the cloak, the bony finger pointed at John.

John saw the person blocking his way and a smile appeared on his face.

As if seeing an old friend, he said meaningfully: "I thought I needed to go a little closer to see you."

grim Reaper.

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Chapter 837: The Living Walking into Death

The living are walking in the land of death.

John's boldness made even the god of death look at him with awe.

The two met again.

One is the Witch King of today's magical world, and the other is the God of Death who left behind legends.

"Now that you are in the world of death," Death stared at John and said, "you are more irrational than I thought."

"I haven't forgotten that, Death."

John looked at him without avoiding his gaze.

I was exiled from the world, but I didn't forget who did it.

The Grim Reaper laughed, "That is the world's choice. You cannot resist the rules of the world."

"Really? But I'm back."

John said calmly: "Not only is he back, he's standing right in front of you."

The Grim Reaper's laughter stopped abruptly, and he continued to stare at John, threateningly saying, "It's not a good thing to stand in front of me."

"Really? You want to shake my hand?"

The unyielding reply made the Grim Reaper fall silent.

John stepped forward.

"Hair cannot support the weight of a living man, John," Death stopped him.

John raised an eyebrow and looked at it, then pulled out the Elder Wand and said nonchalantly, "Well, let's try another way."

Beyond the river, vines and branches grew tangled.

Soon, an excellent wooden bridge was built.

John walked over and greeted from the other side of the bridge: "Just build a bridge yourself, haven't you experienced it?"

The Grim Reaper couldn't see John's expression, but he could clearly feel how powerful John was at the moment.

"You have collected all the Deathly Hallows?"

Other than this, Death couldn't think of any reason why John could ignore the rules of this world of death.

John shook off his Invisibility Cloak. "Apparently."

This made the Grim Reaper feel bad.

After crossing the bridge, they officially stepped into the world of death.

"Should I call this the underworld, or death?"

"It's all fine. Huangquan, Hades, Hell, whatever you like."

Death and John walked across the river, the two walking like friends.

Here, with leaves and trees made of steel, the undead that walked across the river continued to move forward.

"It is the job of the God of Death to extradite the dead." The God of Death said, "You should know how powerful the God of Death is here."

"Yes, I feel it. Now I feel like I can do anything." John moved the Elder Wand.

It felt like the dark dimension he had traveled to before.

The energy brought by extraditing the undead is enough to make him be called a demigod.

Wherever the Elder Wand pointed, flowers and fruit grew on the iron tree.

Such power would make even the god of death look at him with surprise.

"Your power..."