Chapter 88: expose
Fortunately, the inside of the house is not as dilapidated as it looks outside. Although it is a bit old, it looks like it can live in.
Passing through the high porch, what appeared in front of you was a spacious high-rise space like a hall. The space inside was obviously much larger than it looked from the outside. This should also be a function of magic.
Su Ming is not surprised. There is a similar house in "Harry Potter", which is called Wuhen Stretching Curse, which is probably another name in DC. But Barry kept looking around, as if looking for something.
In the dark corner of the house, a few faint shadows flashed past. Su Ming knew that it was a real ghost, but don't tell Barry. Xiao Shan is now a little suspicious, and his eyes keep turning.
Constantine struggled out of Su Ming's hands, led the two of them to continue walking in, with a very sad smile on their faces, and invited them to sit down in the living room.
A loose-skinned creature appeared. It was all brownish-yellow, with a lizard-like tail behind it, wearing a black tuxedo, walking upright, and round legless glasses on the bridge of its nose.
After seeing Constantine coming in with two people, there was no movement in its narrowed eyes, and he bowed slightly, but there was no sincerity.
"Hello everyone, I am the demon Abbas. Because of some nasty, dirty and disgusting reasons, I temporarily serve as the steward of the Mystery House."
"Demon?" This was the first time Barry had faced the devil, and his attention was focused on the devil's sharp claws.
"Yes, it's just a little devil, it's not worth mentioning." Zha Kang put his foot on the table grinningly, took out a cigarette again and smoked: "And you, haven't you seen the guests at home? Hurry up and make tea, you old goat eating shit!"
Abbas turned his head and left. Although it seemed to have accepted the order without saying a word, Su Ming saw that it gave Zha Kang a very vicious look, full of killing intent.
The tea that will be brewed must be poisonous...
Zhakang really knows how to die, not to mention using a devil as a housekeeper, and he keeps humiliating him. Maybe he is bound by a contract, but the contract always has a time limit. There are countless demons in **** gearing up, waiting for Zha Kang to fall into **** after he died, they are all waiting to torture his soul.
Zhakang didn't feel anything, smoking a cigarette grinningly, and licking his own teeth from time to time, as if they were stained with vegetable leaves from dinner.
"I know what you're here for, isn't it Barbatos? I helped, but you have to do me a favor."
Su Ming took off his helmet, ignored Zha Kang and spoke to Barry: "Barry, hit him on the back of the head."
"Huh?" X2
Bali and Zha Kang are both confused, but under Su Ming's one-eyed gaze, Barry still shows a embarrassed smile at Zha Kang...
An electric light flashed, and Zha Kang fell off the chair directly, but Su Ming knew that he had nothing to do with body protection magic, and his cigarette was still in his mouth, not even the soot fell.
"What's up? The Justice League is hitting people! Superman is going to exterminate mankind!"
He turned over and got up. Barry looked at Su Ming with a smile. He still didn't understand why Su Ming insisted on letting him smoke Constantine.
Su Ming calmly placed a cigarette and spit out: "Are you stupid? Barbatos is not something you can deal with. You just agreed so directly. Are you trying to cheat us?"
Constantine immediately denied it righteously: "Impossible, I just want to contribute my own strength."
Su Ming sneered, and raised his fist the size of a casserole to look over and over. It was full of black and red dried blood: "I tell you, there are more people who can replace you. I am not a good person. Go to the Pentagram or Lengyanhui, your enemies can provide magic services anytime as long as you give money. I buy the best things, and if I spend money, I must hire a devil-level thug, but the devil I can't control them when I get to the main world, they should all want to kill you."
Zha Kang showed a helpless expression, and seemed to sit in the chair honestly: "Well, I admit that we don't have anyone to help you now."
"I can probably guess that if you are not very busy, Master Dark Night will not die." Su Ming flicked the soot, these embers melted directly into the floor very strangely: "If I guessed correctly, now the whole magic world They should all be fighting against the invasion of dark energy."
Constantine opened his eyes wide, and his appearance that he hadn't been waking up became serious: "This is the real reason why you came to me specially and deliberately got into the space of the mysterious house?"
"Yes, if it is said that Shadow Deed may hide in the magical realm of Maya, the rest of you can't get through without passing through the Forgotten Tavern. But the Forgotten Tavern has been occupied by the Dark Knights, then the problem is here. At that time, except for Dr. Destiny and the Raven tossing outside, magicians all over the world disappeared. Can you tell me where they will be?"
Su Ming put his hand on the table and rubbed it, a **** handprint appeared on the white tablecloth, as if an evil spirit had come.
Zha Kang showed a wry smile, but he was secretly surprised, how did the death knell detect the magician's actions? It's incredible: "Didn't you already guessed it... So you used money to lure me out, this is my weakness."
Su Ming stood up and glanced at him angrily: "Do you think I will believe it if you say that this is your own weakness? Let alone money. Even tobacco and alcohol are just your disguise. Your real weakness is me. I know that, but there are too many people now, I will leave you some leeway."
Constantine covered his face and rubbed it up and down, as if mad: "You are a hundred times harder than Slade in our world. I lose, everyone come out."
Barry is still wondering why there are too many people? I didn't see anything.
At this moment, the corridor that originally appeared to lead to the inside of the villa twisted, and then everything shattered like glass, revealing the scene behind it.
It turns out that this is the real living room, but here is just a small side hall.
In the meeting room, there are dozens of people sitting or floating densely, some of them are shaking their heads and laughing, some of them simply laugh at Zha Kang. What the most shameful great magician, the shame of the magic world, stinky shit, etc. titles were thrown on Zha Kang's head.
These people are not distributed randomly. UU reading www.uukanshu.com is a giant magic circle surrounding the ground, and they are injecting their own power into it. The pattern of the magic circle is not complicated, but there is a kind of mystery in the simplicity. It emits purple fluorescence, twinkling.
Su Ming stood up, and the reason why Barry was asked to draw Zhakang before was to show his deterrence. With the superb power, he can get out of the spiritual prison at any time, as long as he bridges the superb power plane.
At this time, it can be said that most of DC's magical heroes are here. Among them are several well-known teams that Su Ming knew before, and there are magicians he didn't know at all.
This is not surprising. If the social water in the dark is deep, like a vast ocean, then the magical world is like a trench on the bottom of the sea, with no bottom and no rules.
Su Ming's memory also only has comics that have been translated into Chinese. Some heroes really don't know, but he lowered his head and glanced at the magic circle, the pattern and the memory immediately matched the number.
"Oh, it turned out to be the purple light magic circle. John Day used to design the magic circle to fight the wandering demons in 1500. With this, those guys full of dark energy can't invade it."
Zhakang's expression became even more bitter: "Are you a magician or am I a magician? Are you not a mercenary? How can you even understand this?"
Su Ming smiled and greeted other people. Some people responded politely. Some people thought they hadn’t seen them. He didn’t care. The magician is the virtue. He patted Zhakang’s shoulder to make his legs look like noodles. Soft.
"In fact, we are very similar. You are the master of the dark art, and I am the master of the dark tactics. Almost, after all, art doesn't push the body. Is it normal for me to understand some magic?
Constantine's eyes turned into a dead fish shape, and he didn't believe a word of this blunt explanation.
