The Death Knell

The girl's statement provided a new idea.

Why do sorcerers want to go out and make a fortune? Is it because someone made a lot of money outside and was seen as a nouveau riche when they came back, which made many sorcerers who thought they were good at it also want to go out and get some benefits?

What wizards pursue is not only simple gold and silver jewelry, but also power, conceptual authority, even magic props, or simply a secret answer.

There are too many temptations in this world, at least for those who are motivated.

However, Su Ming does not think that he is an example of 'successful gold mining', because DC is different from Marvel. All spell casters here know that Deathstroke is not a sorcerer. Although he controls the Upside Down Man and can cast spells, directly using cosmic energy is not more convenient?

"The caster came back from the outside and gained strength... Hmm, I can't think of who it is." Su Ming continued to drink, and even took out the alcoholic peanuts he brought with him to drink: "These people who left The mages have a role model, and that role model seems to be engaging in conspiracy."

The girl shrugged. She also reached out and grabbed a handful of peanuts to eat, leaning on the bar:

"It's a pity that the insiders have not withstood the temptation and left our diverse world. Now even if you want to ask someone, you may not be able to find them."

"I can visit a few prophets, or just ask about this one." Su Ming poked the cockroaches in the pool from behind: "Ezekiel, do you know who is the gold mining model?"

The cockroach couldn't roll its eyes with its two little black beans, but the way it turned its back while wrapping the lemon slices fully showed its disgust:

"I only know that the end is coming. No matter who you are looking for, that guy is an extremely powerful spellcaster and can even cover his own destiny."

"Oh? Interesting." Deathstroke sat on a high stool, turned left and right a few times, and finished thinking: "A powerful spell caster, this kind of mage will generally be famous, right?"

"Unfortunately, even if it is famous, we may not know it." Tracy was a little addicted to eating Drunken Peanuts, and she grabbed another handful from the packaging bag: "Magic is the ability to change reality with thoughts. If it is true, then A powerful sorcerer is promoting the Golden Mountain outside the Origin Wall, so he must have a way to prevent us from seeing any clues. Maybe the people who are unwilling to go after being promoted by him will be silenced by him."

The vast majority of sorcerers live in isolation. If they die in their own homes, their mummies may be discovered hundreds of years later.

In addition, the vast majority of spellcasters will not die well, and many people know this, so they are not afraid of death.

Hearing the truth in the morning and dying in the evening are not empty words for magicians who pursue exploring the mysteries of the universe.

"This is a bit interesting. When I had a meeting with the Justice League a few hours ago, the superheroes thought it was just someone spreading news about the multiverse among ordinary people. Now it seems that the seriousness of the matter is much greater than expected. .”

Seeing that she loved snacks so much, Deathstroke simply took out several packs and gave them to her. Anyway, the cost of products produced in his own factory was not much.

"Diana was here not long ago, sitting where you are." Tracy accepted the gift but talked about other topics, showing a gossipy look: "Don't you want to go find her? Did you have a fight?"

"Children, don't mind adults' business." Su Ming hit her on the head, but then asked: "The Dark Zhenglian is still in action. So, she is still following Constantine's line."

"You told them something about the power of Huike, and that Darkseid would seize that power from other universes. Heroine is very concerned about this matter."

Tracy stuffed a few peanuts into her mouth, chewed them, and said with a cute smile like a squirrel:

"They are all about to suffer from mental breakdown because of what you said, even my boss. They are afraid that one day a portal will suddenly open and a brand new Darkseid will stride out carrying Constantine's body, and he will kill him." We are all dead."

At this point, she wrinkled her nose to cover up her worry.

"Oh, Xiao Dai is too serious. Even if the dark bald man comes back, he will find Superman first. I have enough reaction time." Su Ming took out a mobile phone, called Diana, and continued talking to Te Lacey said: "Don't imitate her in the future, otherwise you will age quickly."

"But she is a demigod, will never age, and has a body like a super model and a face like a classical god sculpture..."

But even though Diana had all the advantages, Tracy was still Harley's fangirl.

The call did not get through. After a period of waiting tone, it was transferred to Zhenglian's host. Listening to the electronic tone there to remind the message, Su Ming hung up the phone and dialed again:

"No one answers, I'll call Bobo again."

"His mobile phone is overdue. Don't call him. Call Donna. They left together." The bartender girl gave the suggestion. At this time, someone else placed an order in the tavern, and she started to work again.

When calling the magical girl, the waiting tone is the same, as if they are not in the signal area.

"Going missing again, everyone is disappearing recently, right?" Deathstroke stood up speechlessly and drank the rest of the wine in the glass: "I originally wanted to take a rest and at least talk to the guests here, but obviously I just wanted to Maybe next time, I go look for them, how many people were there when I left?"

"If my boss is not a human being, then there are four of them." The bartender seemed a little resentful towards Bobo, and tilted his mouth when he spoke: "A stranger named Raggedy Man came here to ask for help, Diana, Donna , Zatanna left with him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the warm lights in the bar seemed to suddenly dim, and the air also took on a hint of coolness.

"Raggedy man, that Jew? Tsk, Tracy, I will teach you another knowledge point today." Deathstroke's mask seeped out from under his skin, and his voice gradually changed into a hoarse ghost voice: "Don't be with all hands and feet. Make friends with beggars, these people are either madmen or liars, neither of which are good people."

"Which celebrity's quote is this?" The bartender wiped the glass and glanced at the cockroach. The latter had no reaction when he heard the word "Jew" and was just intoxicated with eating kitchen waste: "It sounds a bit like Gotham. But the boss and the others went to Los Angeles."

Su Ming turned and walked towards the door of the bar: "It's not a famous quote, it's just the experience of a mercenary. I'm leaving and I'll be back soon."

Come open the door of the bar and step out. The city in front of you is the City of Angels.

How to describe this city? It can only be said that the mixture of demons, angels, and humans has made the air of nature worse, and a vague distortion is lurking in the darkness.

"Strangle, smell where they went, find Diana's scent."

"Hey."

Douya immediately pointed in the direction. In fact, the most obvious thing was not the scent of Diana's shampoo, but the smell of the ragged man. He noticed it when he was at the bar. It was so irritating to the symbiote's eyes.