The Death Knell

Eating hot pot in a sea of ​​flowers gives people a good feeling. The key to the taste lies in red oil. Whether the spicy hot pot is delicious depends on how well the bottom of the pot is fried.

Su Ming is not too satisfied with other aspects, but seventy years ago, those people under him who studied the formula of hot pot base at least started with Ph.D.s.

"Would you like mutton rolls or spiced beef?" Deathstroke used chopsticks to pluck the ingredients in the pot. Seeing Mi Ke slurping the vermicelli, he asked Strangler to take out more ingredients from his pocket and place them next to the pot.

The roses in Dark Tower Diversity don't seem to have any fragrance, no matter what dimension they are in.

They are there, visible to the naked eye, large tracts of red flowers blooming on the black ground. These flowers have few leaves, and the stems are full of dense spikes.

"Okay, thank you teacher, you can eat too." Mysterio wiped her mouth, and she took the time to look at the door of the Dark Tower, waiting to see if anyone would show up.

Except for the black and white sky, the environment here is really similar to a garden. There is even a slight breeze. Unfortunately, this wind has no temperature, just a dry air flow.

"No need to look, Gunn is the Dark Tower. If he makes a decision, you will see it." Deathstroke added the new ingredients into the pot and looked at the small bubbles rising on the red oil, because there was a strangler watching, He can rest however he wants.

Yes, the large speaker transformed by the strangulation is still playing the invitation to negotiate continuously, and the pair of crescent-shaped eyes look very interesting on the curved large speaker.

"I don't understand what he is hesitating about?" Liana watched the mutton rolls lose color quickly, turned them over with chopsticks, and then looked at Deathstroke: "Gann should know that with us here, his choice is inevitable. Very limited.”

"Yes, you're right."

Su Ming took some of his favorite things to cook:

"To be honest, I have no further information about Gunn, and testing his character now is also part of the plan. It seems that he is not completely driven by reason like Dr. Manhattan. He is hesitant. If it were replaced by Little Blue Man, that guy never hesitates.”

"Dr. Manhattan? He sounds like a scientist." Mysterio lowered her head and was busy preparing noodles in the hot pot as a staple food.

Two people who didn't need food at all to survive were now eating to their heart's content.

"It used to be, and now I don't know if he is still a human being. I have some grudges with him, but now, I can't tell whether he harmed me or made me successful." After sighing, , Su Ming began to put the shrimp paste into the pot and waited for them to be cooked: "Don't talk about me anymore, you'd better eat quickly. I feel that Gan will not keep us waiting for a long time, and my hunch has always been accurate. .”

But just as he finished speaking, a formal response came from the black tower.

The sound sounded like the ringing of a bell, and also seemed to come from the netherworld under the abyss. The god whose image was embodied in a tower asked:

"A traveler from another world, what are your conditions?"

"Finally, but I don't have the habit of talking to Ta. Do you have a human form? Maybe we can come over and have something to eat together." Su Ming paused while flipping the shrimp spoon, and then extended the invitation without looking back.

What followed was a period of silence, as if the tower was thinking. But after a few seconds, a group of light and shadow gradually gathered from the black tower that linked the four rivers of light. He floated in the air for a while, twisting like a twist. Then it formed a human form and slowly landed on its feet.

At first it was just a ball of light, but then it gradually took on a physical form, with facial features and a face, and the general appearance of a human being.

But that's it. He still has no skin, muscles, hair, or blood. He is just a pure ball of 'light element crystal'?

And while he was taking shape, he also had a dark shadow.

It was obviously just a condensed light, but it had a heavy shadow that Deathstroke had never seen before.

The light man fell down and looked at the death knell with his slightly sunken eyes: "I'm here, please speak."

"Okay, I knew it would be like this, buy one, get one free, but that's okay, Merlin." Su Ming first looked at his human form, then looked down at the thick shadow: "Although your understanding of the game is very shallow. , but soon you won’t have these worries.”

The black shadow behind the luminous humanoid twisted wildly, but it was clear that he had no place to speak.

"It seems you know my situation. Tell me, humans, do you also have your own uncontrollable shadow?" Gann was floating cross-legged in the rose field, his blurred features facing the steaming hot pot. He seemed to be Very curious about it.

"That's a good question. I thought you were sleeping before, but it seems otherwise. You have your own ideas, but you just spent too long thinking."

Deathstroke put some potatoes, cabbage and other things in the small bowl in his hand, and placed it on the legs of the God of Creation. He didn't care whether the other party had a digestive tract or not:

"Yes, we humans also have 'uncontrolled shadows', but you can't see it directly with the naked eye, at least not as obvious as your shadow. The shadow of human beings is the painful past and tragic memories. , is the latent madness, etc. To be more precise, the human heart is far more complicated than the divinity."

Gunn looked down at the food in the small bowl. He seemed to be thinking about the specific ingredients of these things:

"There are many human beings in my universe, and most of them don't know my existence. Occasionally, people who know me will call me God, but I don't know what God means specifically." Gunn put his finger into the small bowl , as if to test the temperature, and then suddenly put the finger dipped in sesame paste into his mouth.

It seems that not only Merlin, but also him has a childish side.

"You don't need to understand, because obviously your shadow, that is, Merlin, understands this very well. He is even using human nature to stage comic scenes for himself to enjoy."

Su Ming shook his head while eating. He looked at the shadow of the light man and the abyss-like darkness:

"But we can talk about those irrelevant things later. Let me help you now, Gunn. I offer a deal, a condition, and I will only say it once."

"Please tell me, you have blocked my world cycle. Obviously I can only try to trade with you."

The god held the paper bowl with no expression on his face, and this decision sounded quite rational.

So the death knell pointed to himself and then to the shadow of the tower:

"Where there is light, there is shadow. We cannot avoid the existence of shadows, but at the same time, we can decide the shape of the shadow. Now you can give up Merlin and replace your shadow, the spokesperson, with me."