The Death Knell

"Thank you for your kindness, but I'll waive it. Just have fun. I have something to do."

Needless to say, Deathstroke refused Lucifer's party invitation without a second thought. He is just an ordinary person without those supernatural and perverted hobbies.

Lucifer shook his head and walked out of the store with the wine glass in hand, his expression becoming a little regretful:

"That's your loss, but since we met here, as an enthusiastic resident of Los Angeles, I can tell you that the magic that hurt Zatanna came from outside the multiverse."

After saying that, he didn't wait for the death knell to respond. It exploded into a ball of crimson flames and disappeared on the spot, leaving only the smell of sulfur floating in the air.

"Hey?"

"Don't worry about him. It's 1 o'clock at night on the West Coast time. It's not too early or too late. It happens to be stuck in Lucifer's boring time period. He only showed up when he noticed my arrival." Deathstroke touched a cigarette. He leaned on the counter and took a sip, looking at the tattered human skin in the pool of blood: "The information he gave is a bit interesting. Did he say that when the murderer committed the murder, he didn't even notice it?"

If this is the case, it would be a bit exciting. In addition to Brutus, who may appear and disappear at any time, there is also an outside magic master?

However, since he has Strangler, he never has to worry about the presence of the cloak behind him, nor does he have to be distracted from resisting magic.

Now it's better to find Diana and the others first and see if Bobo has any other guesses. After all, Xiaofu is the one who has been involved in the magic world, and he may have other ideas.

"Hey." Strangler screamed and agreed with the host. With it and the cloak, any sorcerer is weak in front of the host. These people in the DC universe really don't know what the Supreme Mage represents.

Leaving the scene of the crime, Strangler continued to follow the stench of the ragged man to guide the direction. Dark Zhenglian should not have gone too far, the smell remaining in the air said so.

Los Angeles is not peaceful at night. Just walking a few steps on the street, Su Ming discovered many glowing eyes hiding in the dark.

These eyes come in different colors, ranging from red, orange, yellow and green, but their owners are all demons.

Almost every day, the visitors from hell are eager to hunt in the night, specifically picking the souls and flesh of unlucky cases for dinner, but Lucifer's appearance just now is not without its benefits. The demons know that the man walking alone on the road in front of them is Satan. acquaintances, that is not the target they should reach out to.

In addition, they are really weak, and their usual targets are most likely to be the old, weak, sick, and disabled, and they will not appear in crowded places at all.

Soon Su Ming came to a street, which was still full of lights late at night. There were many pedestrians on the street, but these people were either drunk or overly high. The whole street was decorated with various light box.

The stench of ragged people clearly drifted towards one of the barbecue restaurants. There were two strange-looking totem poles erected at the door of this restaurant, which were scenes of various animals ascending to heaven in the fire.

The expressions of each animal are exaggerated and painful, with a sinister energy, but they can stimulate people's appetite, making this shop very popular, even at this time, there is an endless stream of customers.

"Voodoo magic, people affected by them will awaken some wild instincts of hunting and eating prey." Deathstroke turned around and walked to the side alley instead of the main entrance: "This is Father Midnight's Territory? That’s fine.”

This store is not small, and there is a cold storage and butchering room at the back of the store. Diana and the others also used the back door before.

After kicking open the back door, dozens of black men in the factory holding knives to cut meat all turned to look at Deathstroke. In the next second, they all dropped their props and raised their hands to show no hostility.

This is probably the benefit of Deathstroke's reputation. In many cases, problems can be solved without even saying a word.

Looking at the black men and the carrion they were handling, Su Ming had no intention of ruining other people's business, so he waved his hand and walked towards the manager's office: "You continue to work, I'll have a chat with Midnight."

Hearing the sound of the back door being broken open, Father Midnight naturally came out of the innermost room, still holding his machete in his hand, looking menacing.

But when he saw it was Death Knell, he immediately put on a smile, threw the weapon away with a swish, and raised his hands.

Apparently, the last battle at the headquarters of the Dark Zhenglian left a deep impression on him who was on the wrong team.

After all, Circe was so powerful at the time, and was defeated by Deathstroke and imprisoned in the black diamond mirror. If she hadn't surrendered quickly, how could she have been released so lightly to live a good life.

"Mr. Deathstroke, it's been a long time no see. Which ancestor sent you to my shop today? It's such an honor. Have you eaten?"

His back instantly bent, and he didn't know if he felt the smell of dog legs.

"I don't dare to eat the food in your store. How did these cows die?" Deathstroke walked into the office like a master and looked around. The layout was pretty good, but I don't know why there was a jar soaked in it on the desk. A dead monkey.

Midnight's father scolded his men who were watching the excitement outside and asked them to continue working. Then he closed the door and continued to accompany his smiling face:

"They are all animals that froze to death in the heavy snow not long ago. The goods I bought from my hometown in Africa will definitely not kill anyone, so I have sold out this batch and will not sell them again in the future."

"I can't control how you do business, and I don't want to. After all, I'm not a member of Zhenglian." Deathstroke shook his head indifferently, reached out and turned the jar on the table: "Is this the wine you brewed? What's the use of a dead monkey brewing wine? statement?"

"Well, strictly speaking, this is a baboon." The witch doctor opened a box on the table, took out the cigar inside and lit it for the death knell: "It is a voodoo corpse refined by black witchcraft. I use it to scare my men. Human.”

With such a discerning eye, Su Ming naturally had nothing to be picky about. He took a drag on the cigarette and went straight to the topic:

"Diana and Bobo came into your place not long ago. They probably asked you to help with the teleportation. Where did they go?"

"Ah, I should have thought of this." The black man wiped the sweat from his head and breathed a sigh of relief in realization: "Zatanna is injured and cannot use teleportation magic. Wonder Woman asked me to help A little favor, open the passage to the 'Shadow Crown Mansion', yes, that's the magic castle that Zatara left for her."

Worried that Deathstroke didn't know what Shadow Crown Mansion was, he explained it thoughtfully.

Su Ming actually knew that house, but Xiao Zha rarely went back to live there because her father used it as a prison, and there were many ghosts and monsters locked up in the house.

It seems that her injury was quite serious, so much so that she had to go back and read the materials of the older generation to treat the injury. Sure enough, Young Ginger still couldn't do it.

"Then I'll trouble you one more time and send me there." Deathstroke stood up, looked at the baboon who looked up in the jar, and then looked at the black man in front of him.

"It's not troublesome. If you need it, I will definitely help. Please go this way. The magic circle hasn't been wiped yet." The witch doctor reached under the table and touched it. The wall beside it fell down instantly, revealing the voodoo behind the wall. The altar came with the bones of various beasts.