The Death Knell

When she came to the dressing room backstage, Halle was sitting in front of the dressing table, using Xiao Zha's cosmetics to touch up her makeup.

It was the kind of dressing table that was popular on Broadway back then. There was a circle of small light bulbs around the big mirror, which made her face pale.

She didn't feel anything herself. Instead, she kept making faces in the mirror, laughing and screaming, while Zatanna stood aside speechlessly, feeling sorry for her cosmetics.

Nothing else, the main reason is that Harry spent too much time on lipstick. It was just like drawing with crayon, applying it circle after circle, making her little mouth red horribly.

"Hey ladies, can I come in?"

Su Ming leaned on the door frame and knocked on the door with one hand, holding two bottles of soda in the other hand.

"Slade, have you finished talking to John?" Zatanna tilted her head and signaled Deathstroke to help himself: "Thank you for the soda and for pointing out the loopholes in the purple light circle. I really didn't find that guy in this regard. Still lazy."

"Straw, straw, straw..." Harley took the soda bottle and started rummaging around the room. As a little fairy, she must use a straw to drink soda.

So she ran into the closet and crawled through Zatanna's various revealing costumes.

"I think he is still prepared for this. As long as he is always by your side, even if a zombie comes in, he can take you out by diverting to the Mysterious House." Su Ming took out a pistol from his pocket to remove the bullets. Pressing it with both hands, he turned it into a metal cake and said at the same time: "Just like that, your colleagues in the theater will probably be given up. After all, not everyone can enter the House of Mystery."

Accompanied by the sound of teeth being squeezed and deformed, Deathstroke pinched the metal cake in his hand, then asked Strangler to rub two metal straws out and handed them to the two women.

Harley immediately started drinking happily, but Zatanna hesitated to speak, and it took a long time before she sighed.

She felt tired of Constantine's habitual betrayal of his friends, but knew that it was the right choice. The House of Mystery, like Zatanna's own Shadow Palace, was a magical stronghold in an alternate dimension.

Ordinary people may die suddenly if they touch anything after entering, which is even worse than turning into a mushroom zombie.

The Palace of Shadows is also one of her father's legacies. It is not a place like a temple. In fact, it is similar to Wayne Mansion. It is a magnificent villa, but it is filled with all kinds of cursed magic props.

Zatanna would rather stay in a hotel every day than go back there, because staying home feels like sleeping on a nuclear reactor, and all the curses and magic can make any mage's skin tingle.

After the Justice League Dark was established, she moved many high-risk magic props to the underground of the Hall of Justice in the name of 'contributing to everyone', so that the Palace of Shadows could barely go in and sit for a while.

"I'm not surprised that he thinks that way. John has been like that a long time ago." Zatanna sat on a chair on the side, took off her top hat and put it aside, looking frustrated.

Nothing else but the breakup of her relationship and the death of her father, which made it difficult for her to forgive Zha Kang. Even if she wanted to get along well with him, there was always a thorn in her heart. He often acted meanly, which was really hard to calm down.

"It's okay. I had a good talk with him just now. He fully realized his mistake and told me that the source of the mushroom zombies may be the withering ashes. Now he is actively asking for help to save all sentient beings."

Su Ming said something that went against common sense and looked serious.

Zatanna felt something was wrong no matter what she heard. John was not that kind of person. The thing he hated most was casting spells. If there was no benefit, he would never get involved in any trouble that he could avoid.

Seeing her look of disbelief, not even drinking a soda, Deathstroke shouted toward the door.

"John, come here quickly."

Zha Kang, still holding a cigar in his hand and looking a little dazed, came over and stood straight outside the door.

Su Ming smiled and hooked his arm around his neck, and rubbed Zha Kang's chin with one hand: "Come and tell Xiao Zha, were you the one who took the initiative to save the world just now?"

"Yes." Zha Kang's face was squeezed into a smile by Deathstroke's big hand, and he replied very meekly.

"Well, if you know your mistakes and correct them, then you are a good classmate." Su Ming looked at Zatanna and said with a smile: "Look, John knows that he is wrong. Isn't this a very good correction?"

"Really?" Xiao Zha stood up and walked around the two of them with a soda in his hand: "But why do I feel that he is a little absent-minded? You are not holding a gun against him, are you? ?”

At this time, Harley stood up, ran past Xiao Zha, and started to yell at Zha Kang like crazy. Of course, she saw something was wrong with this bitch, and she also thought of what tricks Deathstroke had used.

She is a psychologist and is well aware of the various clinical manifestations of mental illness. Although some patients have lost their perception of the outside world and are only submissive, their nerve reflex to feel itching still exists.

So she intervened at the critical moment, and Zha Kang really laughed so hard that he couldn't stand upright.

Hearing that cheap and obscene laughter, Zatanna no longer had any doubts. She was laughing so happily, so she must not have been coerced by Deathstroke.

"Okay, you said it was the Withering Ash that caused this crisis?"

"Yes." When Harley's fingers attacked his ribs, Zha Kang's nerve reflex caused him to twist around like a loach.

"Then do you want me to go with you?" Zatanna looked at Deathstroke with admiration. This man actually made scumbags wake up and prepare to save the world.

"Yeah." Constantine still answered.

Su Ming blinked at Harley with satisfaction and cleared his throat: "Well, if I really have It’s a zombie problem. By the way, John, let’s create a portal to hell. Let everyone in Zha’s troupe go to the Hall of Justice to hide, and Harley and I will go to the Oblivion Bar from there.”

The obedient Zha Kang immediately bit his finger and drew a magic circle on the ground with blood. He was extremely obedient.

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In the bright bar, jazz music echoes leisurely. Of course, many of the guests here are real jazz people. Britain is rich in all kinds of magicians.

A chimpanzee was sitting in front of the bar, drinking wine helplessly. The detective hat in his hand was tightly grasped by his black paws and crumpled into a ball.

"Ton, ton, ton...ah!"

He drank a bottle of beer, and then stared at the wine cabinet in a daze, his eyes completely unfocused.

Tracy, who was wiping the wine glass with a white cloth on the inside of the bar, would look at the boss from time to time, with a gloating expression on her face, and sometimes she would turn her head and snicker.

As for why...

"Boss, another customer wants wine. They don't know where the brandy is!"

Accompanied by Jiao Didi's words, a tall and majestic figure appeared behind Bobo.

When the little gorilla heard this sound, it was as if he heard a death knell. He shuddered while sitting on the bar stool, and his furry paws trembled violently. The empty wine bottle and the bar table made a sound like Morse code. Voice.