The Death Knell

"Yes, you look like this now." Pushing the two wine glasses forward, the orangutan put away the wine bottle, wiped his hands with a towel, and poked the fat man's arm with his finger: "Although you have a physical existence, you don't even have a physical presence. I don’t have a heartbeat or pulse, how can I still drink?”

As soon as the little fat man sat down, the orangutan noticed that this guy was no longer human. His face, which was as white as a piece of paper, and his slightly hazy and translucent body all spoke volumes.

Is this a ghost with a physical body, or a living corpse that is unstable in its own space?

But Bobo owns a bar, serves a bar on the mysterious side, and follows the death knell around. What the hell has he not seen before? Isn't this an immortal pre-human being? It's not something to be surprised about.

"I don't know, maybe?" The sorcerer named Tias Kasridis licked his lips hard, picked up the cup in front of him, and poured the brown wine into his mouth.

The bar was still lively and warm, and beautiful and moving singing came from the jukebox. It was a jazz tune that orangutans liked, and the husky female voice was very exciting.

But the fat man remained silent for a long time after drinking. The expression on his face kept changing, as if he drank not wine but a hodgepodge of kitchen condiments. A series of expressions such as pain flashed across his face.

"There's no taste, I can't taste anything." After a while, the fat man sighed and said in a very plaintive voice: "What's the point of living here?"

Losing the sense of taste is terrible, and Deathstroke can understand it. Just from the size of the little fat man, it can be seen that this sorcerer must be a food lover.

Even though he looks like he's dressed as an Englishman, it's doubtful whether there's any delicious food there.

After all, apart from the British, which sorcerer wears a three-piece suit of shirt, vest, and tailcoat when going out? This little fat guy's outfit is almost exactly the same as Monaco's, except that he lacks a civilized stick in his hand.

"Normally, you are neither a human nor a ghost now. Let's find a way to change back to a human first." Bobo's hairy head shook twice, and he sighed, obviously not optimistic about the next development, because it involves life and death. problems are often more troublesome.

Not to mention being resurrected, Bobo wouldn't be surprised if a man wearing a black robe and a sickle appeared out of nowhere and lured the fat man away like a wheat cutter.

However, what will happen to the fat man in the future is not within the scope of Death Knell's consideration. After drinking his own glass of wine, he tapped his fingers on the table of the bar and reminded:

"Let's not talk about other things first. My part of the transaction has been completed. Now it's your turn to fulfill your promise."

The fat man next to him was a little distracted, obviously thinking about his future. At this time, the orangutan sent an assist in time and said:

"Come to your senses, little fat pig. I don't know what kind of deal you have with Deathstroke, but I advise you not to think about defaulting on your debt. He can really send you to hell, where you, the delicate skin and tender flesh, will be raped. Demons mince souls and stuff them with sausages.”

This is actually just to scare people. Generally, the little devil responsible for reception will not touch the soul. After all, it is the currency of Satan.

What they torture and eat is the body of mortals who have fallen into hell. For example, they mince the body of a fat man and stuff it with sausages, keep the soul, and then use the power of hell to reshape the body on the soul's 'stent', and then stuff it with sausages, and so on.

Generally speaking, ordinary people will completely fall into madness after three or four experiences. Sorcerers will have stronger willpower, but they often cannot withstand it for long.

Tias Kasridis didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. He shook his head:

"I just took a break, and I didn't mean to renege on my debt. How could I not know the reputation of Deathstroke? After all, most of the sorcerers now are controlled by this person."

Because the Upside Down was placed in the complex as Sepurk's power source, if you wanted to use witchcraft, you would have to be cut off by Deathstroke. Although there was no direct management relationship, it was different in terms of status.

Although this chubby man is also a sorcerer, he is not strong, otherwise he would not be lucky enough to be abducted by Merlin.

The ancient old man made up a lie similar to a pyramid scheme, but there is no need for the truly smart and strong to take that risk. Those who were abducted were those who wanted to take shortcuts, or who wanted to become gods.

The witchcraft or magic represented by the Upside Down Man and Hecate, the divine magic represented by the heaven and hell system, the magic-like abilities inherited from the blood of goblins and fairies, and the shamanic magic represented by elemental power and necromancy.

These are the four major categories of magic in the DC universe. In fact, there are not many strong people who use traditional witchcraft. Merlin may be considered a good player among them, but that's it.

Deathstroke didn't speak, and asked Bobo to add another glass of wine, and then held up his palm, indicating that Tias didn't need to explain, and just wanted to talk about business.

"It was a magnificent picture. At that time, I was walking in chaos and confusion. Unknowingly, I was in an infinite space, surrounded by endless stars and galaxies. I could see galaxies, planets and Comets move through the universe, shining with beautiful and mysterious light."

"Being able to see the wonders of the birth of the universe, witness the formation and evolution of nebulae, and see the birth and death process of stars in the universe. Feel the infinite energy and power of the universe, and feel the infinite creativity contained in the universe, it is almost There are no words to describe it.”

Because the fat man had lost his sense of taste, when the orangutan wanted to give him some wine, he politely declined and just silently told the story of his meeting with the origin in a low voice.

But when he said this, he began to scratch his head, because his language organization ability limited his description, preventing him from describing the shock and excitement at that time to one ten thousandth.

Because some feelings are so abstract, you may even feel that those things are not seen, but appear directly in your mind, imprinted by the great origin.

It is the resonance of cause and effect in the universe, the commonality and connection, and the insignificance and insignificance of human beings as a part of the universe.

"Tsk, it seems your guess is right, Slade." The orangutan poured himself a glass of wine and stopped working. The small black-haired animal sat cross-legged on the bar and started chatting: "The origin is more like A process that has an uncertain starting point.”

At this point, he seemed to have remembered something, and reached into the sink to fish out the cockroach prophet Ezekiel who was chewing the crust of bread.

The description of the little fat man may be a bit hard to imagine, but this cockroach is also a prophet of God. Maybe it can understand something?

"Ah, my bread."

Picked up by two black fingers, the little cockroach's six legs kept swinging in the air. It watched helplessly as its bread crust fell back into the pool:

"You guys are just chatting, why are you dragging me along? Is that what I, a cockroach, should hear? Let go of me, an old man, young people don't respect martial ethics!"