The Plane Lottery System of the Pantheon

Zhang Chen knew from the old man that Voldemort was most likely hiding in his Horcrux.

"I didn't expect that he not only wanted to escape, but also planned to do something to me, Voldemort, it seems that you are very stubborn!" Zhang Chen had a strange smile on his face.

At this time, Voldemort didn't know that Zhang Chen had already known his tricks, and he was still proud in the Horcrux.

"Hehehe, Zhang Chen is probably still stupid and doesn't know that I have entered the Horcrux. Now I just have to wait for him to leave here, and then I will come out of the Horcrux, and from then on, the sea is wide and the fish can jump! Haha, ouch! This Horcrux is too small, I should have chosen a cup earlier." Voldemort was still proud at first, and then he complained about the Horcrux.

Although he is no longer controlled by others in the Horcrux, he dares not show up at present, and can only hide in the Horcrux. This has both advantages and disadvantages.

The advantage is that Zhang Chen will definitely not be able to find him if he doesn't know he is hiding here. The disadvantage is that he has no idea what is happening in the outside world these days. Entering the Horcrux is like entering a house. Unless he walks out of the house, he will not know anything about the outside world.

"Zhang Chen should not be able to find me after entering the Horcrux. After all, I am the only one who can transfer the subject's consciousness so far." Voldemort thought proudly.

"Even if there is another person besides me who knows, that person is obsessed with research and will not easily tell me about my affairs."

Voldemort also thought about whether to kill him to silence him, but this old man is still useful to him, and he knows the old man's character. He has no interest in these things. The only thing that can make him talk endlessly is his research.

Just when Voldemort thought it was foolproof, he suddenly felt a little hot around him.

"Huh? Why is it getting hotter around?" Because he was in the Horcrux, Voldemort didn't know what was happening in the outside world.

As time went by, the temperature rose higher and higher, and finally the entire Horcrux began to smoke. At this point, Voldemort couldn't stay any longer.

If something unexpected happened to this Horcrux, he would disappear from this world. Even if he could be resurrected, he would not be the same person he is now.

"Damn it, what happened outside? Why is the temperature so high here? The Horcrux can't hold on!" Voldemort was a little impatient. He was wondering if he should go out to take a look.

But if there was someone outside, Voldemort would be completely exposed.

Voldemort was still thinking, but the temperature outside was getting higher and higher. Now the whole Horcrux was not smoking, but about to catch fire.

Voldemort gritted his teeth, "How about going out?" In Voldemort's opinion, no one would burn Horcruxes for no reason.

The reason is very simple. All of Voldemort's Horcruxes are powerful magic items with magical uses. If such items are burned at will, then this person is too wasteful, right?

Voldemort thought so, but what he didn't know was that these things were not used on Zhang Chen.

Just as Voldemort was struggling with his thoughts, the corners of the wooden box began to burn.

"No, I have to go out or I will be burned to death." After saying that, Voldemort went out.

Zhang Chen was sitting in front of the hut holding the rabbit meat in his hand.

This rabbit meat was caught by the brainworm to honor Zhang Chen. Zhang Chen also wanted to eat barbecue, so he just sat outside the hut and roasted it.

"Huh?! No wonder Voldemort chose to enter this Horcrux. Although I don't know why, it took so long to start slowly burning. The quality of this wooden box is really nothing to say." Zhang Chen roasted the meat while looking at the wooden box he put into the fire.

Just yesterday, Zhang Chen had checked the cup that Voldemort carried with him. Of course, Zhang Chen's inspection was a bit rough. Although the cup is still there, it has been thrown into the trash can by Zhang Chen.

There is indeed a part of Voldemort's soul in this cup, but Voldemort still has no reaction after absorbing it. In this way, Zhang Chen knew that Voldemort should have entered the wooden box in front of him.

Finally, just when the meat was almost done, the wooden box could no longer hold on and began to burn slowly. As the wooden box burned, a gray mist suddenly gushed out.

As soon as the mist was all gushed out, the wooden box burst in the fire with a snap.

Voldemort looked at the wooden box in the fire with lingering fear, "Fortunately, I ran fast, otherwise I might never get out again!"

Just as Voldemort sighed, he suddenly felt a flash in front of his eyes, and he instantly entered a golden space.

Voldemort was really familiar with this golden space. Voldemort had stayed here for several months before.

But the golden space before was not as big as this one now.

"Oh? Are you willing to come out? I've been waiting for you for ten thousand years..." Zhang Chen's tone was filled with resentment.

After hearing Zhang Chen's words, Voldemort's expression suddenly froze, and then he slowly turned around.

"Haha, Zhang Chen, long time no see..."

Zhang Chen looked at Voldemort with a smile on his face, "Long time no see? That's for you, but for me, I see you every day."

"..."

Voldemort felt like he was screwed, this Zhang Chen was simply his nemesis.

Who would destroy a valuable magic item without knowing it? Who would not carefully protect the magic item after getting it, hoping that one day this Horcrux could save their life.

Only Zhang Chen, not only did not play by the rules, but also ignored this precious magic item.

Zhang Chen saw that Voldemort in front of him could talk to him normally, and said that he had not seen him for a long time. Zhang Chen knew that this must be Voldemort's main consciousness.

Zhang Chen had a smile on his face, holding a barbecue in his hand, and slowly approached Voldemort, "You used the Golden Cicada to escape from the shell well, but didn't I force it out?"

Not long after, a sharp scream came from the front of Zhang Chen's hut, and the scream directly made the brainworm shudder.

This scream was really miserable, not only did it contain endless grievances and pain, but also extremely miserable.

But what puzzled the brainworm was that in this scream, there was actually a hint of refreshment and comfort?

Could it be that... this guy who angered his master is also a masochist?

When the screams gradually faded, Zhang Chen scratched his ears, "Do you know how serious it is? If you run away at every turn in the future, it won't be as simple as today."

The gray mist formed by Voldemort now turned into a ball of liquid lying on the ground, and it was unknown whether he was dead or alive.