The Death Knell

Back in the Square of Justice, Wade and the cat are sitting on the flying carpet with changing cloaks, waiting. One person and one cat are not bored. The two of them are playing dice, and the bet is a bag of raisins.

He didn't know what the cat was thinking. Seeing this scene, Su Ming secretly shook his head. Anyway, he didn't dare to eat the raisins that his cousin brought out. Who knows if they were real grapes or something that looked like raisins.

"Come back, meow?" The cat looked like it had eyes on the back of its head and directly saw Deathstroke. It no longer played with Deadpool, but floated up to Slade's shoulder like a balloon and settled down there: "Words are done?"

The cat felt that this speed was really fast. Word of God was notoriously difficult to deal with, not because of how destructive it was, but because in the past, its iron bastard-like characteristics made it impossible for its opponents to attack. mouth.

Physical immunity plus energy attack immunity is almost synonymous with invincibility in the material world, if there are no psychological and spiritual weaknesses.

There is indeed no psychological weakness in words. The guy only has infinite loyalty to God. It is almost impossible to take advantage of his psychology, because he is an executioner. He comes down to earth to kill people and never thinks.

The best way to deal with it is to use the concept of the universe, but that guy's backend is Old Man God. In the past, no one who mastered the concept attack method was willing to cause this trouble because of human beings.

Now, as expected, times have changed, and finally there are humans who can stand up for humans.

When humans live well, cats live well too. This is the symbiotic relationship.

"Well, I have put together another piece of the puzzle." Su Ming touched the cat's head, and the soft touch felt like a marshmallow: "What God said, he is just a guy who bullies the weak and fears the strong."

There were some things he did but didn’t say. I believe the cat might have thought of them and there was no need to say them.

"It's another day for me to paddle." Deadpool let his cloak float over with him. The bitch was lying on the flying carpet. He got some sunglasses from somewhere and wore them, looking like he was sunbathing: "You can get paid without working. I would definitely be happy if I put it elsewhere, but if the employer is you, I feel a little guilty."

There is no sun at all today, and the sky is covered with dark clouds. These are all problems caused by various meteorological disasters. It may not be long before there is acid rain.

"It's not time for your mission yet, don't worry." Deathstroke threw him a cigarette, telling his cousin to calm down, then turned around and took a puff of the cat on his shoulder, and said, "Help me repair the Justice Square first. , I really like the fountain, and the Batman secret passage under the fountain that leads to the interior of the Hall of Justice."

For most superheroes, the Hall of Justice they know has three doors, a front door, a back door, and a hidden small door in the patio garden that leads directly to the street on the other side.

When ordinary people visit the Hall of Justice, only the main entrance is accessible, and not all areas are open to them, so they know even less.

For Batman, the Hall of Justice is full of doors. There are more than a dozen secret passages left by him alone, which is comparable to the modern version of tunnel warfare, and basically no one knows about these secret passages.

Dachao and Xiaodai didn't know anything about it. They only knew that there was a secret passage in the hall, but they didn't know where it was. It was hidden so that they couldn't find it.

"Is it enough to just restore the square?" The cat shook its fur, and some volcanic ash fell on its back. It looked uncomfortable: "I can help you restore the entire city."

"No, rebuilding their homes is the work of humans. If you get involved, some people will become suspicious and think you have ulterior motives for providing such great help."

Death Knell still has a consistent point of view, making people think in a dark direction.

In fact, if he hadn't wanted to make the surrounding environment suitable for tea and rest, he wouldn't have even asked the cat to help him finish the square.

"But it's just a small thing, just like this, ugh!" The cat opened its mouth and blew into the square, and a cloud of smoke with dots of light passed over the huge magma pool, and in the blink of an eye It returns to its original appearance.

The alien sculpture that looks like a cluster of crystals, the beautiful but fishless pool, the tinkling fountain water, are all back, as if everything that happened here before was just a dream.

But looking further away, and seeing the city that continues to burn just outside the street, with the coke-like color glowing with dark red light spreading to the skyline, I know that those tragedies did indeed happen.

Changing reality is just like the cat said, it is a small thing. It can be done by just thinking about it in its mind, and it does not even require any preparation.

It doesn't involve people or creatures, it just changes the state of some dead things. This is nothing to a cat.

"You and I think it's simple, but not everyone thinks so." Su Ming pressed the cat's back and let it lie down again: "For many ordinary people, the little power you have shown is enough to make the cat lie down again." They were so scared that they couldn't sleep."

It sounds a bit like Ye Gong loves dragons. The prerequisite for people to worship gods is often that they have never seen gods.

If you really see it, you will either think that God is nothing more than a stronger creature, or you will feel fear.

It would be even more true if this god was a cat with powerful abilities and the ability to talk. Felines always have predatory eyes.

This is probably the reason why Thousand Cats Dream always squints its eyes for a long time, because it still likes to show its gentle side.

"Yes, I'm so scared now, cousin." Deadpool lit a cigarette and smoked on the flying carpet, and was still writhing like a maggot at this time: "The power shown by the cat is so scary, I have to You have to be hugged by a beautiful woman to get up.”

"Go away. If you keep talking nonsense, your money will be deducted. You can go wherever you want to cool off. I want to have a cup of tea with my cat and wait to see what God will do next." Su Ming also refilled his cigarette and used quantum concepts to figure out A set of tables and chairs came and were placed next to the fountain: "Adjutant, bring me the jar of Yuqian Longjing I placed in Kama Taj."

A flash of blue light flashed, and the tea was delivered. As for boiling water and tea sets, there was no need to worry, she had already prepared them.

"What are you waiting for?" The cat watched with curiosity as Deathstroke put the leaves into the purple clay teapot. It raised its tail, walked a few steps on the table, and stretched its neck to look at the scene inside the teapot.

There's nothing fancy about it, it's just an ordinary teapot. Although it's worth hundreds of thousands of dollars to humans, money means nothing to cats.

"Wait for the bullet to fly for a while." Su Ming added hot water to the pot. In fact, he didn't pay much attention to the tea ceremony. He didn't need to wash the tea. The technique was similar to making instant noodles: "Voice of God, that dog's power was The old man took it back, just now, the power of God's Word also drifted away, I want to see how well he is nourishing."