The Death Knell

Cutting the meat was very fast, but the cat communicated with No. 1 Meng for a while.

After all, I dragged a weapon of God into this dream without consulting anyone in advance. It is certain that the first dream was not happy.

But as a Sandman, Thousand Cats Dream had some kind words for it, and it finally agreed to open up the restrictions, allowing one person and one cat to leave, but it also explained that if it still wants to come and play next time, it can't come uninvited like this again.

Of course there is no problem. If he had the choice, Su Ming would never want to come to this place. Does he really think that there is a good place in the dreams of the ancients? I'm afraid you haven't been targeted by the old rulers, right?

"Jiejiejie, you are indeed here. I want to play a game with you, Deathstroke."

A black man with a hearty smile on his face who looked exactly like a certain American president appeared. He appeared out of thin air in front of the death knell, rubbing his hands expectantly.

"Naiya, are you always so free? I don't have time today." Su Ming picked up the plastic bag containing the enemy's flesh and blood, picked up the clean bones on the ground and pulled them toward the black man with his feet: "Next time If I don’t play with you anymore, I have to leave now. You can keep these bones to eat and make soup or something when you go home.”

After saying that, without waiting for Naia's reaction, Deathstroke quickly winked at the cat and left here quickly.

If Naia is entangled, this matter will never end. That guy's games are not fun at all and often end with the death of human investigators.

It may be interesting to it, but from a human perspective, it is undoubtedly a tragedy.

Dream of a Thousand Cats also knew that the situation was not good, so he immediately left the dream with Deathstroke. In a burst of dreamlike starlight smoke, one person and one cat disappeared on the spot, leaving only the black man who kept using his palms to drive away the fog.

"Don't go! Deathstroke! Our game is not over yet!"

It sounded angry, but the black man still had a smile on his face. He obviously found it more interesting.

And as an ancient, he has unlimited time to wait. Deathstroke will come back to participate in the game one day. Human curiosity will always drive them to do so.

He will bide his time.

He glanced down at the small pile of bones, squatted down and picked out a few ribs. The black man shook away the black smoke remaining on them, then put the bones under his arm, turned around and left, disappearing into his dream in the blink of an eye.

It may really want to take the bones home to make soup, because sometimes human suggestions are interesting and he likes to listen.

"Well!"

Deathstroke, who was sitting on the floor, suddenly woke up. The smoke in front of his eyes was quickly dissipating, and the plastic bag full of jelly was leaning on his thigh, even though he hadn't actually gone anywhere:

"No matter how many times I experience it, being forced out of a dream makes people feel a little queasy."

This is for the cats around me, because if you suddenly wake up a sleeping person, that person will definitely be confused for a period of time. Deathstroke just doesn't like this kind of confusion and feels insecure.

As a person who relies on his brain for food, he is at his weakest when his mind is not clear.

"Meow, if there is a next time, I will try to be gentler, Huhu." The cat covered his mouth with his paws and smiled. He felt that it was really fun to act with Deathstroke. Humans are so interesting.

"That's not popular these days, kitty. My cousin might have a bad case of getting out of bed. You need to say something nice when you wake him up."

Deadpool, who had completed his escape at some point, was standing behind his cousin. He was holding two empty plates full of soup. He was obviously out to get the food:

"There is a new meme popular on the Internet recently, so you should say 'Prince please wake up', well, don't look at me with that disgusting look, I know this meme is vulgar, but traffic and popularity are real good things. Compared with So what if these benefits are a little embarrassing?”

"It's better not to, look at Deathstroke's expression." The cat pointed at Deathstroke's face with its paw and said funnyly: "He is full of resistance, obviously he doesn't like being a prince."

"The reason is simple. I am an orphan, and I have no intention of recognizing the king as my father."

Su Ming turned around and his hand slipped, and when he stabbed Deadpool away, he caught the two empty plates he dropped without spilling a drop of the vegetable soup inside:

"Pack up, let's get ready to go. Thanks to the old man God, the old man, for sending us the train tickets. We can go to the seventh dimension soon."

"What on earth happened?" The orangutan climbed onto Deathstroke's shoulder and sat down firmly there with a suspicious look on his face: "You are not going to explain to me, what on earth did you and A Thousand Cats Dream do? Why did you suddenly Is there any way?"

"There's nothing to explain. Just like what you just heard, it's a bus ticket, or a boat ticket, or an airplane ticket sent by God from the old man. Hey, it doesn't matter what kind of ticket it is. You just need to know that I have obtained an efficient and cost-effective ticket." A dimension-enhancing method that has side effects and is safe is enough. Although I don’t understand the mechanism of ‘sin’ yet, it can be driven by darkness.”

Su Ming also answered Bobo's question, and also told the bat spirit to listen. After all, he was helping.

If he hadn't brought everyone to the fifth dimension, when the old man God created the creature, he might not have created a killer with the ability to ascend to the dimension, so entering the fifth dimension was originally part of Deathstroke's plan.

Now that all the cards are in hand, the seventh dimension where the Origin Court is located is equivalent to opening the door, just waiting for Deathstroke to come and cause trouble.

"That old man, God? How could he help you?" Bobo scratched his head and looked like a monkey: "He should want to kill you, right?"

"Then it's a long story, but to sum it up it can be said that 'God's clever plan is to calm the world, losing energy and losing troops'. Don't worry about whether I used deception or deception, just say whether you want to follow me to the seventh place." Wei, will you open your eyes?"

Su Ming was in a good mood by plagiarizing classic quotes from the Romance of the Three Kingdoms. He was the little lucky monkey who knew how to make jokes. No one could make jokes better than him.

"We've already walked halfway, is it too late for you to ask me if I'm willing?" Bobo took his pipe in his mouth, lowered his head and lit it, took a puff and said, "Of course I'll follow you. I haven’t seen the seventh dimension yet, but don’t expect me to fight head-on, you know.”

"Don't worry, I have never asked you to participate in hand-to-hand combat, right?" Su Ming patted the orangutan's green deerstalker hat, then put away the plastic bag containing meat at his feet and put it in his pocket, then picked up the shrunken cat and said: "Bat Spirit, do you want to come with us?"

"I won't have to." The bat spirit with his arms folded was obviously thinking, because the corners of his mouth turned downwards: "In the fifth dimension, I am just an ordinary person, but in the seventh dimension, my combat power It may be considered a negative number, and your team does not need a second commander."

He has a very clear positioning of himself. In team battles, he is a tactical commander like Batman, and now the team of two people, one cat and one gorilla obviously has too many smart people.

"Okay, thank you again for your help, remember to help us and say thank you to the troublemaker." Su Ming took out the enemy's eyeball from his pocket and threw it to the bat spirit: "Give some of the loot to you and keep it as a souvenir. Take the first step."