The Death Knell

"Ahem! Come back! Ahem! If you dare, don't leave. At least sign up, ahem!"

The possessed ghost left, and Constantine lay on the ground vomiting blood, but even though he kept coughing, he still cursed relentlessly. After knowing that the other party did not dare to kill him, he became more energetic.

"Okay, just say a few words." Zatanna ran to him and helped him up: "How are you? Are you okay? That thing just now doesn't seem to be a ghost. It can actually appear during the day."

"Ahem, I'm fine. Vomiting blood, ahem, I'm used to it." Zha Kang wiped his mouth and took out a handkerchief: "Of course that thing is not a ghost, but the old man did it. Monster, I just heard the old immortal giving it a message."

"It seems to be God's new weapon to deal with the death knell. I have never seen this kind of thing before. It is not a ghost, a creature, a god or a concept. It is more like a thought?"

Zatanna was not possessed, but just felt a chill. She originally thought it was a ghost, but after she was sure it wasn't a ghost, she didn't know what it was.

"It's a big ball of malice. Hey, bah, you've seen evil-minded powerful people before, right? The feeling of evil is very similar." Zha Kang put away the handkerchief and fumbled for his mobile phone in his pocket: "It seems that the Eye of God It can’t wait any longer, it probably saw us and sent a fool to test us, but the information is all mutual.”

He planned to contact Deathstroke, specifically Bobo, and then ask Bobo to contact the adjutant, and then send a message to Deathstroke.

He had no choice but to find that he did not have Deathstroke's contact information. Even though they had acted together and had known each other for some time, and their relationship was relatively manageable, the person did not give him his contact information.

It's like disgusting.

Zatanna stopped talking, just removed the disguise magic, patted the dust on her ex-boyfriend's windbreaker, and waited quietly.

She is indeed stronger, but psychologically, she relies heavily on Constantine.

The call was made to the Forgotten Bar, and the bartender who answered the phone said that Bobo had followed Deathstroke out before. She eavesdropped on everyone's conversation and knew that they had gone to the fifth dimension.

"Oh? The fifth dimension? I don't know what clue Deathstroke is chasing. Okay, cough, give it up, see you later, little beauty. Yes, I know there is a sign at the door of the Oblivion Bar, which says Constantine and Dogs are not allowed in, but I can change my name, so see you later."

After teasing the little girl casually, Constantine hung up the phone. He looked at Xiao Zha beside him and shrugged:

"It's no longer possible. Deathstroke has gone to the fifth dimension. I can't contact him, but the new enemy will probably find him. I hope he has prepared a backup plan in advance."

There is a chasm between the fifth dimension and the third dimension. Anyway, Constantine doesn't know how to cross it. This is also an unfamiliar topic for sorcerers.

It seems to involve geometry and physics? What dots, lines and things like that? I don’t know. He has been hanging around since he was a teenager, playing in a band and learning magic. Who knows those things?

"He doesn't have a backup plan to deal with ghosts, right? This kind of thing requires a spell caster, a very professional one." Zatanna added a spell midway through her words to re-strengthen the protective shield around the two of them. Array: "Deathstroke is very strong, but he is not a spellcaster."

"He doesn't need to be a spell caster. Well, he just needs to hold the upside-down man tightly in his hand, and the prisoner will naturally cast the spell for him. But it's not necessary at ordinary times. It's more convenient to directly use cosmic energy radiation."

Constantine picked up the cigarette on the ground, blew the dirt on the filter, put it back into his mouth and took a few puffs, watching the cigarette butt burn again with cross-eyed eyes:

"Okay, there's only so much I can do, and don't expect me to enter the fifth dimension to send him a message. Let's go home and sleep. Have you washed those stockings from last time? Hehe, finally It’s a good thing it’s not washed, I like the smell.”

"Snapped!"

Zatanna, who looked considerate just now, raised her hand and slapped her. She looked at her ex-boyfriend with an angry look and said in a very disappointed tone:

"Fake! Who do you think I am? Who do you think you are? Deathstroke is Diana's boyfriend and everyone's friend. Now you know that he may be in danger, but you plan to stand by and watch? Then go away and I will figure it out myself. inform him."

This witch who comes from a family of magicians is like this. She is very emotional and can change her mind faster than turning the pages of a book.

Besides, slapping him can be regarded as a kind of encouragement. Every time Constantine fails to live up to his expectations, he will always find a way to treat him to his favorite big mouth.

"Ah, I bit my tongue, Xiao Zha." Constantine spit out a mouthful of blood, stuck out his tongue and said aggrievedly: "I think Deathstroke should be able to deal with the black smoke even if he doesn't have this information. After all, this is God’s new toy doesn’t look very smart, it might just be new.”

Putting aside the strength, it doesn't matter what abilities the black shadow has. Just because of his stupidity, he is looking for death when he comes to Deathstroke.

What's more, there is an orangutan detective over there. The orangutan is much smarter than ordinary people. He can be called Deathstroke's plug-in brain. Together, these two smart people can kill that thing just by calculating.

Why should I be so sentimental and find something to do when I have nothing to do?

"Just tell me, will you help me? If you don't, leave now and don't look for me again in the future. If something happens to Deathstroke, how can I have the honor to see Xiao Dai in the future?"

Zatanna continues to push her ex-boyfriend, and this is experience when it comes to applying pressure.

"Okay, okay, I'll think of a way. Don't just go on the line. Uh-huh, uh-huh."

Constantine spit to the side, coughed a few more times, picked up the second dropped cigarette and continued to smoke. Within a few seconds, he had an idea, and then he released a large amount of black smoke to obscure his vision before saying :

"We shouldn't be able to go to the fifth dimension, but that doesn't mean no one can. To be more precise, the feeling of you slapping me reminds me of another woman who once slapped me. Haha, she and her spaceship can, Go to the Time Lord's fortress. I heard that it is located in the fourth dimension. It is actually quite close to the fifth dimension. All it needs is a big speaker."

"Good baby, I knew you could figure it out, now you contact Sarah Lance and kiss me hard, haha!"

After getting a satisfactory answer, the witch's face changed again. She gently patted her ex-boyfriend's butt, which seemed to indicate something.

I have to say that she has figured out how to play PUA. Constantine can play with countless demons in the palm of his hand, but he will never be Zatanna's opponent, and he can be controlled by her.

But on the other hand, the witch's suggestion was indeed very tempting, and Constantine was also very satisfied. He swallowed a gulp of saliva, couldn't wait to dial the number on his mobile phone, and even the action of smoking made sparks pop out of the cigarette. .