The goddess Hephaestus, who has no lover on the holy mountain, counts as one, and Hermes counts as one. But because Hermes always maintained the appearance of a young man, the gods did not treat him as a mature man.

Even if he is actually several hundred years older than Venus, the adult Venus looks like a younger brother.

"Hermes, have you received an undead named Adonis? Blonde, probably this tall, very good-looking, with golden eyes." Venus asked impatiently.

Hermes shook his head: "No. Why don't you ask Thanatos and Hypnos? I'm just sharing part of their work."

Thanatos, the god of death, is responsible for harvesting the dead with a scythe, and Hypnos, the god of sleep, is responsible for putting the body into eternal sleep - otherwise there will be a phenomenon of walking dead. The dead souls separated from the body by the sickle were brought to the underworld by the two brothers, and their duties were similar to the black and white impermanence in the east. Sometimes when he is too busy, Hermes will come to help, so his relationship with Brother Death is also very good.

Later, Hades also followed the example of the East. In order to reduce the work pressure of his confidants, he recruited a large number of temporary gods of death and sleep, and copied a large number of fake sickle sleeping pills. Of course, that's all for later.

"I was about to ask." Venus glanced at the three-headed hell dog, "but I can't get in."

"It's okay, I'll take you in." Hermes was very refreshing.

Venus said gratefully: "Thank you, it's the luckiest thing for me today to meet you!"

Under the leadership of Hermes, the three-headed dog of hell turned a blind eye to them, and they easily entered the gate of the underworld.

"Is Adonis your friend in the mortal world?" Hermes mentioned gossip. He knew that Venus often ran down the mountain these days, and that Adonis might not only be a friend, but a lover. Who would go to the underworld to ask for a soul for an ordinary friend?

"Forget it." Venus didn't mean to explain in detail. He is not stupid, he has seen the calamity caused by jealousy on the holy mountain, and he has so many suitors. Concealing the identity of Adonis' lover is his protection.

"He died unexpectedly, and I want to bring his soul back to the world," Venus said.

"His Majesty Pluto will not agree." Hermes said, "The dead cannot be resurrected, and he cannot destroy the order of the world for you."

Venus pursed his lips: "How do you know if you don't try?"

Hermes sighed: "His Majesty Pluto is unselfish."

Venus thought for a while: "What if I sleep with him?"

Hermes: "Cough cough!"

There is a saying on the holy mountain that if you can spend a spring night with Venus, the goddess of beauty, you must agree to pick the stars and the moon.

Just by looking at this face at ordinary times, few people can refuse the request of the God of Beauty. If it's in bed, it's almost deadly.

Hermes thought that Venus did not hear such words, but now it seems that Venus not only heard it, but also took it to heart.

"You sleep with His Majesty Pluto, your love... friend, wouldn't you mind?" Hermes reminded.

Venus: "But I'm here to save him."

Hermes: "If he knew that you saved him in this way, he might die of anger again even if he survived."

"Ah? Is that so? But even if he doesn't die, sooner or later I will sleep with someone else. If every time he sleeps, he has to be pissed off, how many times will I have to save him?" Venus said sadly, "I don't understand, What's wrong with that."

Hermes: "..." Fortunately, he didn't really love Venus, otherwise he would have died of anger when he heard this.

They meet Hades on the throne. A deity shrouded in black robes and a beautiful blond boy stood to his left and right, the god of death Thanatos and the god of sleep Hypnos.

Hades is a handsome black man with a cold temperament. After listening to Venus's intention, he was unmoved: "The soul of the dead cannot return to the earth, this is the rule."

Venus reluctantly increased his chips: "What if I exchange it for one night?"

Hades looked at him lightly.

Venus bit his lip and untied his robe neatly.

Hermes' eyes widened, and there was a trace of desire in his eyes. Hades' eyes were calm, like a pool of stagnant water. Hypnos, the god of sleep, who was a gentler gentleman, subconsciously looked away.

Venus took off half of his clothes, and a black robe flew over from the sky, covering Venus tightly.

He looked up and saw a gloomy and beautiful silver-haired boy standing behind Hades to the left. His pupils were silver, and he looked cold and pale.

It was the true face of the god of death who always shrouded himself under a black robe.

Death put his black robe on Venus.

Venus blinked slightly. The god of love has no sense of shame or embarrassment, and he also knows that the gods on the holy mountain are all thinking about how to strip him naked, so that when someone puts clothes on him, he is unfamiliar with such respect.

No, not unfamiliar, last time Hephaestus also restrained him and covered him with a quilt.

Why can some gods not be attracted by desire? Venus could not understand the three virgins any more than they could understand him. Venus did not understand why Hephaestus clearly loved him but forbearance and restraint, and the gods of the underworld were indifferent to him from beginning to end.

"His Royal Highness," said the good-tempered Hypnos, "Actually, we haven't seen the ghost of the young man named Adonis you mentioned."

Venus was stunned for a moment, and his first reaction was not to believe it: "No, I saw him die with my own eyes, not all the dead souls of mortals return to the underworld—" He suddenly muted.

Yes, he forgot, Adonis was not mortal.

But he never asked.

Gods are also mortal. It’s not that gods can’t die. They can be immortal when they are not sick or calamity, but they will still die when they encounter disasters. The fall of the gods is the destruction of the godhead, and there is no soul.