The Death Knell

"It's not good. Now we are fighting the stuff in Deadpool's dream. What the hell has this madman watched recently?"

While Deadpool was admiring the paintings in the Dream Gallery, Deathstroke and Monaco were in an environment similar to the world in Silent Hill, with decayed and dusty corridors densely covered with various deformed plush toys.

Monaco complained a little speechlessly while preparing to cast a spell to determine the direction of Deadpool's soul.

Deathstroke's combat power was more than enough to deal with some dream monsters, but these monsters blocked the entire tunnel, almost making it airtight.

A pink teddy bear was covered in tatters and tatters, and part of its hair was stuck into strands of 'dreadlocks' due to filth. However, this thing wore a huge triangular iron helmet on its head, dragging a handful of The giant machete attacks Deathstroke.

Deathstroke cut it down easily with one strike of his sword, but after it fell to the ground, it turned into the look of a little girl with a death stare. It was such a sudden change, as if it had been an ordinary child from beginning to end.

"It seems that someone is planning to exert some psychological influence on me, but he obviously doesn't know me well enough. I'm not a superhero, and killing someone is not a test."

Su Ming had no intention of stopping or hesitating. He just stood calmly in front of the magician, using his strangulating tentacles and his night sword to destroy the incoming waves of enemies.

In addition to being deformed after death, these deformed plush toys also make sounds like babies. They run on all fours in the decaying corridors, spitting from their mouths everywhere, and they look very hungry.

But it doesn't matter, even if it is really a living person, Su Ming will still kill him, let alone the hallucination of some dream monsters.

"This should be a dream derivative formed by Deadpool's subconscious. He wants to play with others. Each of these toys is a fictional friend created by Deadpool in his mind. Judging from their appearance, they may be childhood friends. Slade , you'd better think about whether it will affect Wade's sanity before taking action."

Monaco gave a few reminders, his magic pointed out a direction, and now they could open their way forward.

"But here's the advantage. Was he actually sane?"

Su Ming's weapons and strangulating tentacles moved forward without even the slightest pause, just like chopping melons and vegetables.

"Well, you're right, then it's okay." The Magic Prince shrugged. He took out a submachine gun, hid behind Deathstroke and started to work together to clear the way.

"As for these plush doll monsters, who didn't have a few virtual friends when they were young? For example, when I was a child, I would make a grasshopper or a robot out of grass leaves. I would give it a name and treat it as my friend. "Su Ming smiled and chatted with Monaco. He handed the weapon to Strangler and let him chop for a while before he lit a cigarette.

But after hearing this statement, Monaco actually showed a little sympathy and patted Deathstroke on the back:

"I'm sorry, I didn't know your life was so miserable when you were a child."

"It's not tragic, right? It can only be said that it's normal for children who grow up in orphanages to play like this. After all, the cause of many tragedies is lack of money." Deathstroke took a puff of cigarette indifferently, in the corridor full of children's bones. Xing Jin: "Didn't you also give the rabbit a name?"

"This is different, that's my price." The Prince of Magic completely used Deathstroke as a mobile bunker. He poked his head out from the Supreme Mage's shoulder and fired, then retracted and leaned against Deathstroke's back, breathing heavily. Replace the magazine while breathing.

Just like if you don't breathe heavily when reloading, reloading won't be smooth enough.

I don’t know what police drama or war movie he learned this from, and I don’t know when he fell in love with submachine guns, but he seemed to enjoy it.

"Let's not talk about that. These teddy bears and Silent Hill things combined are everywhere, seemingly endless. Follow me, we will rush out directly." Su Ming took a puff of cigarette, clenched his fists, and then He gathered the cosmic energy and punched forward.

The colorful light instantly cleared a long path of blood. Residues such as hair and flesh were stained with all the surroundings, but the walls and floors were intact. They did not seem to be corpses, but some kind of conceptual partition.

But it's useless to think about that. Finding Deadpool first is better than anything else.

Letting the cloak wrap around Monaco, Su Ming kicked off his feet and burst out with a speed almost comparable to that of the Flash. The two of them rushed out of the corridor that looked like Silent Hill Hospital.

The next moment, the two of them came to a new map very unexpectedly. Although it was also a maze, it looked much more normal. The surrounding displays were like a normal prison, and no plush monsters appeared again.

Looking behind me, there is only one bright spot, and the road I walked before seems to have disappeared.

Monaco put down his hand on his hat and looked around. He checked the positioning magic he was maintaining:

"It's not close enough. We may not be in the same dream realm as Wade. The key is that his subconscious wants to kill us."

"Well, what bothers me the most is the dream dimension. The dream dimension in DC is managed by the Sandman and is relatively orderly in chaos. The one in Marvel is a complete mess. It seems that the dream dimension will be included in the future. It’s included in the management of Karma Taj, but this time it’s fast in and fast out.”

Deathstroke sighed. He didn't find any enemies, so he carried the giant sword and continued along the path pointed by Monaco. He also paid attention to the simple painted walls, and seemed to have discovered something.

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"Oops, my head hurts so much. It suddenly hurts like a needle pricking me." Deadpool, who was admiring the painting, covered his head and squatted down in the corner with a pitiful look: "I'm going to die, and I can only get up if everyone buys gifts. Ying Ying Ying.”

But even though he said this, he didn't get any gifts from the audience that didn't exist. In other words, he couldn't see it even if someone swiped it.

After secretly opening his eyes to peek between his fingers, he stood up speechlessly, touched his chin and moved his gums left and right:

"Is communication really cut off? It's a strange thing, it's so lonely, and there's something wrong with this story. I'm the protagonist, why don't I have any teammates? It would be nice if there were some beauties. The less they wear, the better, but it's also Don’t make it too little, otherwise it will lose the sense of mystery. A bikini is fine, but if that doesn’t work, wearing a Greek-style white sheet will do.”

After saying that, he tilted his head and listened to the movement in the darkness, but the gallery was very quiet. Not to mention the beautiful women, not even a hair appeared.

Then the white eyes on Deadpool's mask narrowed, and a light of wisdom flashed through them, and a lightbulb seemed to suddenly light up above his head:

"I understand. The person who abducted me into this gallery must be a virgin and a pauper. He didn't even have the money to find a young lady, so he didn't prepare anything for me at all. But that doesn't matter. I can prepare my own."

With that said, he took out a white dress and a blond wig from his pocket, and quickly dressed himself up like Marilyn Monroe.

"Uh-huh, hi."

He winked at the mirror that appeared on the wall out of nowhere, then twisted his waist coquettishly and limped toward the darkness deeper in the corridor.

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