The Death Knell

"John, does this situation remind you of anything?"

In that legendary magic theater, there are all kinds of old posters posted everywhere. Zatanna is working with Constantine in the hall to add magic to the theater.

When those weirdos with mushrooms on their heads bang on the theater door or the outer wall frantically, the thorn protection spell will bounce their strength back to themselves, so these guys are actually in the process of constantly knocking themselves away and getting up again. middle.

This is one of Constantine's best spells, as he often gets beaten.

"Remembering what? It probably reminds me of the first time I was drunk." Zha Kang pinched the extremely short cigarette butt in his mouth with his fingertips, then crushed it on the sole of his shoe and answered his ex-girlfriend Question: "Everyone I saw at that time was a Beatle with a mushroom haircut."

It’s so tiring, setting up magic circles and other things for the entire theater. Xiaozha’s father Giovanni didn’t do any protection work here back then, so he was really confident.

Going to the otherworld of the Three Palaces to recapture the raven made his lung cancer worse. Now the cigarette in his mouth no longer smells good, and is full of the smell of blood.

Zatanna adjusted her top hat and rolled her eyes: "I'm talking about the hyenas. Do you remember those hyenas we dealt with together the year before last?"

"Ah, you said that, of course you remember it." Zha Kang took out the wine bottle from the pocket of his brown windbreaker and took a big sip to suppress the smell of blood in his mouth: "The jackal orcs created by West African voodoo, through the bite People who spread the curse of animal transformation are considered a type of werewolf."

"Don't you think these mushrooms are similar to those?" Zatanna walked away from the door and walked into the venue. The zombies outside were banging on the doors and windows. It was so noisy that it was not the place to talk: "Look When I think of mushrooms, I think of voodoo, and then there’s those bastards like Papa Midnight.”

Constantine drank a sip of wine and felt that he was okay again. He took out the cigarette case from his arms, shook it, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth to light it.

He took a cool puff and spit it out.

"It's not him. He doesn't have this ability. I have recalled all the shamans and medicine men I know. Even the old guys who live in African caves all year round and never wear underwear can't do it in the world. to trigger an incident of this magnitude.”

Zha Kang, who was speaking in the smoke, had a smile on his face that was either contemptuous or malicious, and his yellow teeth stuck out of his dry lips.

The witch wearing fishnet stockings and a tuxedo nodded doubtfully. Although she suspected that her ex-boyfriend was hiding something, her mind was now full of mushrooms.

Recall that those zombies whose heads turned into mushroom bushes were climbing the walls outside the theater, and strange mucus was stuck on the window glass. Even though we knew they couldn't get in, they were inevitably affected by these things.

This magic theater is a legacy left to her by her father.

She rubbed her face and sat on the edge of the stage. The bright lights above her head shone on her back, but there was no warmth like before.

"Come and fly the pure water."

With a snap of her fingers, she used a little magic to make the half-drunk bottle of water in her lounge fly over.

Before the incident broke out, she was rehearsing with the theater staff. Dozens of people relied on this theater to support their families. After the social environment of Earth 0 gradually returned to calm, she had to resume work to support so many people.

Besides, she likes to perform on the stage. When people are doing work they like, they don’t feel tired or exhausted.

Touching the smooth stage floor with her backhand, she recalled her father. At that time, his father's magic show on the stage was really great. He was dazzling and high-spirited.

"Bang!"

But just as she was remembering, the door on the side of the stage was knocked open, and several unopened boxes of pure water flew over from the basement, neatly stacked in a pile in front of her.

She sighed and said to the idle smoker beside her: "My reverse magic has shown signs of being out of control recently. I only wanted half a bottle of water in my lounge, but all the water stored in the basement flew over. Yes! And the deducted price is calculated based on the latter, which is like a forced sale!"

Constantine shrugged. He didn't understand reverse magic before, let alone the modified version of the Upside Down Man.

The sources of his magic are basically both hell and heaven, mostly from hell. His power is obtained by trading with the devils. As for the price, it is the kind that would kill someone else.

"If the death knell comes back, maybe you can contact the upside down people through him." Zha Kang was holding a cigarette, and the ash fell on his belt. He patted it casually, leaving a stain on his shirt: "But I doubt them. The relationship between them is not stable. When he signed a contract with White Monster, you were there, right?"

"Yes, it's just that I fainted." Xiao Zha looked at him with an unhappy expression.

"Well, as long as you know that the contract between him and the Upside Down Man actually didn't have a notary." Zha Kang grinned. He wanted to get back Xiao Zha, his ex-girlfriend, but he couldn't control his tongue and She was heartbroken: "I heard the orangutan said that the cooperation between Deathstroke and the Hanged Man was to ensure that the multiverse would not be destroyed. But now that Perpetua is dead and the crisis has been resolved, the two of them may have been in the same bed... ..."

After saying that, he also deliberately winked, trying to make Zuckerberg think about the scene where Deathstroke and the Upside Down were crowded together on a small bed, but both had daggers or poison in their hands back to back.

"Thank you for reminding me, bitch. I have considered this possibility, but I never thought that you have such a rich imagination. Maybe I should throw you on Michael's bed and let the fagot explode with the sword of Seraph." Your little flower."

The answer to him was naturally not a beautiful smile, but the demonic voice of the death knell. The human figure wearing black and yellow armor walked in from the door that the mineral water had just opened.

"Hello! Zha!" Harley jumped out from behind Deathstroke, smiled, raised her arms and waved, and cutely raised one leg to maintain balance.

Zha Kang gave a bitter smile. Places like Los Angeles are so evil. Sometimes when you mention someone, that person will appear.

However, he still showed his business smile and raised his hand without a smile: "Hey, Slade, what kind of hell's flames brought you here?"

"The sewer, that hell is called the sewer. John, your purple light circle did not cover the floor." Su Ming strode to the side of the stage, stretched out his hand and hooked Zha Kang's neck, strangling him like a little chicken. Zhu: "I know you think mushroom people can only climb up and don't know how to drill down, but this loophole is really too big."

Even so, Su Ming also felt that Constantine was quite clever. He was able to seal off the Grand Theater in such a short period of time and arrange a purple light circle and a thorn rebound spell at the same time. This was considered a good feat among many sorcerers.

Not to mention that he also saw the habits of the fungus zombies in time. In addition to biting people and infecting more of their kind, they also like to climb to high places and stand on the rooftop waiting for their heads to explode and spread their spores again.

So he changed the defense direction of the magic circle, not to defend underground, because it reduced the cost of casting spells by about one-third.

After all, his protective measures for the theater were only to prevent zombies, not death knells.

But Su Ming only needed to take Harley into the sewer a few blocks away, and then dig in from the basement of the theater according to the exact location.

Harley is actually an expert in guerrilla warfare in sewers. When talking about going into sewers, she is as happy as celebrating the New Year. With a background as a villain in Gotham, who doesn’t know how to escape from sewers?

You must know that when facing Batman, the most reliable escape route is the sewer. Bat's monitoring equipment there is always in a cycle of being destroyed and repaired.

What's more, there are so many levels in Gotham's sewers, which are like a maze. I'm afraid even bats have never been to many places.

After hearing Deathstroke's answer, Constantine resignedly leaned his head on his strong arms:

"Okay, you found me. If you don't mind that I didn't wash my hands when I went to the toilet just now, would you like to have one of my cigarettes?"