The Death Knell

"Tick tock, tick tock..."

When Deathstroke started grilling and finishing, it started to rain a little overhead. Because he was grilling meat under the tree, the little panthers lying on the tree were all drooling, and dripping rain fell on Deathstroke's body or feet.

"You were all the kings of Wakanda in the past. Don't you talk about fine clothes and fine food every day? At least you must be eating well. Why are you still staring at the roasted hump?" Su Ming was bored waiting for the Leopard God to smell the smell and return home. Just chatting with the reincarnated souls: "This is for your gods, not for you to eat. Go, go, don't disturb my barbecue."

Strictly speaking, it is illegal for the Leopard God to detain the souls of the dead and transform them into leopards to gain eternal life here, because they should originally belong to Lady Death. Whether they go to hell to suffer or are directly reincarnated, it all belongs to that woman. Tube.

But as I said before, this aspect is more of a state where the people do not take action, and death rarely pays attention to these things.

Like the Hall of Valor created by Odin, temporarily detaining so many heroic spirits to prepare for Ragnarok is another matter. That is his deal with death, so let's not mention it.

In short, if you think about it carefully, it seems that those who are better off can deduct something from the soul circulation path.

Turn the iron drill in your hand to make the hump rotate, and at the same time, sprinkle the seasoning evenly on it, and watch the fat meat gradually turn brown on the flame. It really smells good.

"We know, let's just see, suck!"

A black leopard said this, but its saliva still dripped uncontrollably onto Deathstroke's shoulder.

Who knows who he is? All the reincarnated black panthers look the same. They are probably some of T'Challa's ancestors. It's really not because of racial discrimination.

"I took a bath in the hot spring last night. I'm clean, so you don't need to shower me."

Su Ming was a little helpless. He took out dozens of cans of Spam lunch meat from his pocket and asked Strangler to open one can for each of these big cats:

"These are for you to eat. Really, T'Challa is so shameless. He won't cook you something during the holidays? What about the most popular ancestor worship in Africa?"

"Thank you, Supreme Mage, you are such a good person." Leopard took the lunch meat. Although it was obviously not as tempting as catnip, it was good to eat: "What do you mean by burning something?"

"It's just a sacrificial ceremony." Death Knell shrugged, and used his elbow to sprinkle some sea salt on the hump: "There is a custom in China where living people give goodies to their dead ancestors."

The leopards looked at each other in confusion, and the cats' faces were full of confusion. They couldn't understand how the barrier between Yin and Yang could be bridged so easily, let alone transmitting matter.

Obviously, although the Leopard God kept them, he didn't tell them much. It felt a bit like keeping a pet.

Thinking about it this way, keeping a big cat as a pet is considered as keeping a big cat. Is it the same concept as humans keeping a human as a pet? They all keep the same kind as pets.

It sounds a bit abnormal.

"Ah, Eastern culture is so profound and profound, I'm so envious." The leopard eating luncheon meat raised his head and licked his lips: "When I was alive, Wakanda was not as developed as it is today. Compared to the East, our history is still too short."

"How many years ago was that?" Su Ming took the hump away from the grill, used God Killer to stir the fire a few times, and then put the meat back.

"Living here, the time perception of the outside world is not obvious, but I think it should be seven or eight hundred years, right?" Leopard scratched his head. He was obviously recalling something, but it was obvious that his memory was not very good, and he even forgot how old he was. .

"Ha, you are the warrior Ashcha, the longest-lived king among all the kings in the past." Deathstroke looked at the leopard with a little surprise, and gave him a few more ham sausages: "You have participated in the 'Seven Cities of Heaven's Martial Arts Competition' held in Kunlun. Assembly', and you should know my teacher, the Ancient One."

The black cat eating the can smiled and shook its beard: "I know Master Gu Yi, but I have been dead for so long, and you actually know my name? For your age, this is really amazing."

Deathstroke just smiled and gave the standard answer: "Because I am the Supreme Mage."

In fact, it was not because of this, but because Deathstroke came to Wakanda to dig up the heart-shaped grass.

The cave where the herbs are grown is the sacrificial site of Wakanda. Inside are the urns of past chiefs or kings. The murals recording the stories also include the genealogy of the Black Panther family.

When we recall the time, we have something to talk about.

Just as he was about to chat a little more with this 'acquaintance leopard', a line of smoke suddenly appeared at the end of his sight, on the horizon, and it seemed like something was running towards this direction.

"Hey."

Strangling means the smell is wrong. It is not the Leopard God. The one who came here brought strong winds and smelled a little fishy.

In just a short moment of nerve communication, the visitor had already arrived in front of him, revealing his true appearance in the dust. It was a huge white tiger with a white mane like a lion.

Compared to the Leopard God, who always looks smiling and relaxed, he looks much more bitter and angry. His face is ferocious and full of scars, and his eyes are like big green light bulbs.

"Oh, isn't this the Tiger God? I don't usually sleep in your cave, so why did you come to the Leopard God's territory today?"

The Tiger God is famous for his violent temperament, which is comparable to that of a manic patient among humans, but Su Ming is not afraid of it. After all, it is also a big cat, and it looks quite cute if you look closely.

"It turns out to be the Little Supreme Mage. What are you baking?" The Tiger God sniffed his big black nose. The moist tip of his nose reflected the light of the campfire. He must have been attracted by the smell of catnip.

Although the cat's sense of smell is not as strong as that of dogs and pigs, it is not weak either, let alone an extraordinary being like the Tiger God.

"Roasted camels. My cousin got married yesterday. My woman took people to roast tens of thousands of camels to entertain the guests. As a result, almost no one ate these things when they were on the table. I could only bring them out to see my old man. Do you want my friend Leopard God? By the way, did you see where he went?"

"Oh, he should go to Shishixin..."

Tiger God stared at the barbecue and answered Deathstroke's question, looking like a greedy cat who kept licking his lips. However, before he finished speaking, Deathstroke's mouth was covered by Deathstroke who came to him in an instant.

The Supreme Mage shook his head repeatedly and warned with a serious look:

"I don't want to mention the name of the lion, Lao Tie. And the wild boar, the mongoose or the badger? Don't mention their names anyway."

The white tiger nodded. It scratched the word "王" on its forehead in confusion, but decided not to talk about that topic. It stretched out its huge paw and poked the barbecue on the campfire with a sharp nail:

"Since the leopard is not at home, can you give me a taste of this?"

"Of course. You are also an old acquaintance of mine. Although we have only interacted with you once...but you can't eat barbecue for free. You have to give me some information. Let's negotiate terms."

While saying this, Deathstroke took off the huge hump dripping oil from the fire, held the stick with one hand, and placed it under the big cat's nose like a sword.