Venus not far away screamed in horror: "Adonis be careful!"

Adonis, who was attacked by the wild boar, was extremely calm. He quietly looked at the wild boar that was furiously rushing towards him, sharp fangs reflected in his golden eyes, his expression did not change at all, and he even dropped his bow and arrow with a smile.

This coward was so frightened that he even lost his weapon. Ares thought contemptuously, wondering why such a small white face could please Venus.

When the tusks of the wild boar slammed into Adonis' belly, the blue-haired god sneaked into the jungle at a very fast speed, leaving only a lifeless body left in place.

Even Ares, who was close at hand, didn't notice anything wrong. He looked proudly at the mortal who was completely out of breath, and when he succeeded, he ran into the forest and turned back into a human form, grabbed the arrow that pierced his abdomen, and stumbled back to Olympus.

He also had to deal with arrow wounds on his body.

In the forest, Venus watched as the wild boar's fangs pierced into Adonis' body, and a blood-stained flower opened in Adonis' abdomen.

"Adonis!" Venus' cry was shrill.

He ran over in a hurry, and even lost his shoes in the panic. Thorns and sharp stones made bloodstains on his bare feet, and the thorns of white roses pierced his delicate skin. Venus ignored the pain and ran to Adonis' body with all his strength.

The blood dripped from his feet dripped into the ground, and where he ran, a gorgeous red rose bloomed, connecting with the blood-stained white rose, which was shockingly beautiful.

Venus ran to Adonis's side and squatted down, unable to believe that Adonis, who was chatting and laughing with him not long ago, was lying here so coldly and silently.

He held Adonis in his arms, kissed his pale cheek, and tears welled up in his eyes: "Adonis, wake up, don't scare me."

"It's said that there is danger in the woods, why don't you listen? Why do you have to go so fast? Obviously you can be fine..." Venus looked like he was about to collapse.

Poseidon was shaken for a moment, wanting to go out and tell him that he was okay. But that didn't help either. He can't bring Venus to the bottom of the sea, and he can't stay in the holy mountain. It is inevitable for Venus to find another love. Adonis is dead, and Venus can be remembered for hundreds of years. Adonis is still alive, and Venus will soon leave him behind as an ordinary ex.

What Poseidon wanted was that Venus was unforgettable to him. The body cannot be monopolized for the time being, but the heart can only be his.

Poseidon's eyes turned cold, his gentle divinity was replaced by paranoia, the trace of guilt was hidden, and his heart became cold again.

"I haven't finished listening to the story you told last time. It's written in Chinese characters and I can't understand it. You know it's hard to hear half of the story without the text? You'll die even if you tell me the ending." Venus thought that the sadness came from here, and he cried even more.

Poseidon, who was still hiding behind a tree just now, hesitated to show up to comfort him: "..."

This heartless little guy.

What is he guilty of.

No matter how Venus begged, Adonis closed his eyes tightly and could no longer look at him with warm eyes.

Venus realized that what he was holding in his arms was just an empty shell.

Thinking of this, he stood up decisively and wiped away his tears: "I'm going to the underworld, I'm going to bring back the soul of Adonis."

Heartbroken, Eros hurries out of the forest to go to the underworld to bring back his beloved.

After Venus left, Poseidon quietly came out from behind the tree.

He looked at the direction where Venus left for a long time, folded a red rose from the ground, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it lightly, then put it in his arms, turned and took it into the sea.

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Among the many lovers of Eros, Adonis can be regarded as the most beloved. Ares, the god of war, was particularly fond of the vinegar of the god of love. He could not bear the passionate affection of the god of love for the handsome young Adonis, so he turned into a wild boar and killed the young man. (Another version is that the boar was given by Artemis, the goddess of the hunt, because Adonis claimed to be better at hunting than her)

Eros hurriedly ran to save him after learning about it. On the way, the thorns of the white rose cut through his bare feet, blood dripped on the ground, and the place where he ran was gradually filled with bright red roses.

Chapter 35 Underworld

There is no sunlight in the underworld, no grass grows in the land, and the river of pain is full of the cries of the undead. Venus is dressed in a white robe with blond hair hanging down, and is the only bright and beautiful in this dark and nether world.

There is no prosperity of the holy mountain, no beauty of the world, only eternal emptiness and dead silence, and the creepy voices from the river in the dark.

Venus clasped his arms in fear. He is indeed not a god who can endure hardship, and he is not even used to the bad environment. If it were not for the soul of Adonis, he would like to flee here immediately.

But for the sake of Adonis, he still went in firmly.

In front of the gate of the underworld, Cerberus, the three-headed dog of hell, is sleeping. Once a stranger wants to break in, it will open its eyes and drive away the uninvited guests.

Venus was a little overwhelmed. The watchdog of hell only allows the undead to enter, and the gods of the underworld can come and go freely. As the god of Olympus, he has no way to enter the underworld.

He wandered in front of the gates of hell, in a dilemma.

"Venus?" A surprised voice came, "Why are you here?"

Venus looked up, saw the familiar god, and suddenly cheered: "Hermes!"

By the way, why didn't he expect that there is another god among the Olympus gods who can freely enter and exit the underworld, and that is Hermes.

Hermes worked many part-time jobs. He is the messenger of the gods, the protector of walkers, doctors, thieves and merchants, the god of deceit, swiftness and eloquence, and the extradition messenger of the dead, responsible for leading the dead to the underworld, a non-staff member of the underworld.

After all, Hermes was born as an illegitimate child with nothing, and he was able to achieve today's status by working hard on his own. He is very popular on the holy mountain, has a wide network of contacts, and even has some friendship with the underworld. It is all due to so many years of crazy work, and he is so busy that he doesn't even have time to fall in love.