The Death Knell

Su Ming and the other three were unaware of what happened in Maryland, and Arabelle's teleportation array first took them to hell.

A few of them are now standing on a street in hell. If it is true, this place used to be Lucifer's territory, but now it is run by his woman Maggie.

This street is very lively and bustling, certainly for a demon. It is full of chaos and flames, and the smell of sulfur fills the nose and lungs.

The demons looked at the three humans who suddenly appeared in the street, and were obviously a little surprised, but the ones who reacted faster had already begun to drool.

Arabelle took a puff of her cigarette and cursed a few words in demonic language. Many demons left angrily, but most of them just hid in the darkness and continued to covet the souls of a few people.

"My teleportation magic has no direct flights, this is a stopover, hell."

"Ha, if it's a bus, this should be the terminal." Su Ming looked at the many demons around him and the various goods sold at their stalls.

Although souls are the most valuable currency in hell, the majority of commodities here are various human organs.

For example, some human beings have black hearts.

It is said that not only does it taste crunchy, but it is also a good casting material.

"What now? Do we fight our way out, or..." Diana touched her sword. She didn't like the way these demons looked at her.

"It's not necessary." Arabelle walked to a stall nearby, picked up an unknown fruit and ate it: "Although Lucifer is no longer a monarch, his reputation is still there, and I am his contractor. Who here dares to touch the soul he likes? Haha..."

In the wilderness far away from the block, there are two huge doors standing there out of thin air, one is black and the other is gold.

"The gates leading to the Kingdom of Dreams, if I remember correctly, should be the Horned Gate and the Ivory Gate." Su Ming took off his helmet, picked up a fruit and tasted it, and the purple juice filled his mouth.

And this stall owner is just a little devil, he is angry about what they did but dare not speak out.

The fruit tastes strange, like large raw fish balls.

"You do know a lot, as a mercenary." Arabelle stuffed all the fruits into her mouth, stretched out her little tongue and licked her fingers one by one: "They are all doors to dreams, but they can be opened at the same time. Not many people see two doors.”

Su Ming nodded, frowned and ate the fruit. This thing gave people a strange sense of satisfaction. It was only the size of an ordinary orange, but it was enough to fill him up.

But the problem is that there is a voice in the soul that screams, more food, more food.

Su Ming suppressed his desire abruptly and continued what Alberta said.

"When you think the dream is true, you can see the ivory door; when you think the dream is false, you can see the spiked door."

Alberta motioned for the two of them to come closer. They had spent enough time in the rest area and had eaten the fruits after the meal. Now it was time to leave.

"So those who can see two doors at the same time are either gods, demons, or mentally ill, haha."

"It's a good joke. It makes me feel like I really look like Batman, haha." Su Ming blew out a brief breath from his nostrils: "Can we leave now? Miss Colorado of the Children's Group?"

"Don't call me that!"

Alberta was as hairy as a cat.

As a master of dark forces, there is nothing more embarrassing than participating in a beauty pageant when I was a child and saying that my wish was 'world peace'.

The most important thing is that she kept saying this wish for fourteen years, and people bought it every year. Together, they made up a huge lie...

It was so hypocritical, and she didn't want to think of her hypocritical past.

"Okay, I'll treat you to a big meal to make amends when we get back. Now we need to get out of here as soon as possible." Su Ming shrugged, and if Alberta wasn't made serious, she would still be dilly-dallying around.

He knew that she didn't want to think about these things, so he specifically said this title.

Alberta sighed and looked at the surrounding streets filled with the smell of fireworks: "Since you know so much about things in the magical world, why don't you choose the next action?"

Of course Su Ming needs command authority.

"For now, what we need most is intelligence, so we go to the Forgotten Bar."

The Forgotten Bar is a secret place in a pocket dimension where magicians like to have a drink in their free time.

Almost every city has an alley with a portal leading there.

Alberta doesn't go there often. The drinks there are too expensive and they don't provide free snacks. The former Dark Night Master didn't welcome her very much.

When facing the threat of Barbatos last time, the captain of the "Shadow Pact" team, the Night Master, who is also the owner of the Forgotten Bar, rescued the heroes here, but attracted the Dark Knights.

The Night Master opened the portal to let the Justice League leave, but he stayed behind and died behind the bar.

When the matter was over, the orangutan detective Bobo obtained the relics of the Master of the Night, the magic sword ‘Night Blade’, and this bar.

But now, choosing a place where magicians gather is indeed a good choice for gathering intelligence.

Diana could have thought of this place originally, but after facing a series of deaths of acquaintances, she became a little blind in her eager pursuit of the truth.

The employer paid the deposit and had his own ideas, so Alberta was naturally willing to save her head. It would be best if the matter could be resolved before her pack of cigarettes was finished.

She led the two of them around the Devil's Market, randomly found a door, and after passing some magical verification, pushed the door open and entered.

Warm orange lights, soothing music, and wine glasses floating in the air, cleaning themselves.

Except for the last item, everything here reminded Su Ming of his own Peace Hotel.

The bloodstain of the Dark Night Master has been wiped away, and there is no one in the bar at this time, as if it has been truly forgotten. Only Bobo is sitting in front of the bar drinking, and the other small round tables are empty except for candles.

Of course, there's Tracy, the punk girl who recently came here to apply for a job as a new bartender. She's leisurely flipping through a dark magic book because the cups scrub themselves.

Her power comes from heaven and seems to be working normally, and she only reads the black magic book out of curiosity.

And the reason why she watched it here was because it was the only place where she could guarantee that her father wouldn't suddenly rush in and burn everything down.

That's what happens at Forgotten Bar, where the owner dies and the bartender takes over.

If Bobo dies one day, she will be the new owner of the Forgotten Bar and pass on the legacy.

But it's a bit difficult to kill Bobo. Although he is an orangutan dressed like Sherlock Holmes, he is known as the Batman in the animal world, and his mind is very fast.