The Death Knell

Fortunately, the inside of the house is not as dilapidated as it looks from the outside. Although it is a bit older, it still looks habitable.

Passing through the high porch, what is in front of you is a spacious, high-ceiling space like a hall. The space inside is obviously much larger than it looks from the outside. This should also be the effect of magic.

Su Ming wasn't surprised. There was a similar house in "Harry Potter", and it was called the Invisible Stretch Curse there. It probably had another name in DC. But Barry kept looking around, as if he was looking for something.

There were a few faint shadows flashing past in the dark corners of the house. Su Ming knew that those were real ghosts, but don't tell Barry. Xiao Flash was a little suspicious now and his eyes kept turning.

Constantine struggled out of Su Ming's hands, led the two of them inside, with a very smug smile on his face, and invited them to sit down in the living room.

A creature with loose skin appeared. It was brown all over, with a lizard-like tail on its back. It was wearing a black tuxedo, walked upright, and had round, legless glasses on its nose.

After it saw Constantine coming in with two people, there was no movement in its narrowed eyes, and it bowed slightly, but there was no sincerity at first glance.

"Hello everyone, I am the demon Abbas. Due to some unspeakable, dirty and disgusting reasons, I am temporarily the housekeeper of the House of Mystery."

"Devil?" This was the first time Barry faced a demon, and his attention was all on the demon's sharp claws.

"That's right, it's just a little devil, not worth mentioning." Zha Kang carelessly put his feet up on the table, took out another cigarette and started smoking: "And you, haven't you seen the guests at home? Why don't you go make tea quickly, you old shit-eating goat!"

Abbas turned around and left. Although it seemed to have accepted the order without saying a word, Su Ming saw that it gave Zha Kang a very vicious look, full of murderous intent.

The tea brewed at this moment must be poisonous...

Zha Kang is really good at tricking people into committing suicide. Not only does he use a demon as his butler, he also humiliates it constantly. Maybe he is bound by a contract, but the contract always has a time limit. There are countless demons in hell who are waiting to torture Zha Kang's soul when he dies and falls into hell.

Zha Kang didn't seem to feel anything at all. He smoked a cigarette carelessly and licked his teeth from time to time, which seemed to be stained with vegetable leaves from dinner.

"I know your purpose of coming, isn't it Barbatos? I helped, but you also have to do me a favor."

Su Ming took off his helmet, ignored Zha Kang and spoke to Barry: "Barry, hit him on the back of the head."

"Huh?" x2

Both Barry and Zha Kang were confused, but under Su Ming's one-eyed gaze, Barry still showed an embarrassed smile to Zha Kang...

A flash of lightning flashed, and Zha Kang fell directly from the chair, but Su Ming knew that nothing happened to him. There was a protective magic. His cigarette was still in his mouth, and not even the ash fell off.

"What are you doing? The Justice League is beating people! Superman is going to exterminate humanity!"

He turned over and got up. Barry looked at Su Ming with a dry smile. He still didn't understand why Su Ming insisted on letting him slap Constantine.

Su Ming lit up a cigarette calmly and took out a puff: "Do you think I'm stupid? Barbatos is not something you can deal with. You agreed so directly, do you want to trick us?"

Constantine immediately denied it righteously: "It's impossible, I just want to contribute my own strength."

Su Ming sneered, raised his casserole-sized fist and turned it over and over. It was covered with black and red dried blood: "I'm telling you, there are many people who can replace you. I'm not a good person. It's totally OK." Go to the Pentagram or the Cold Flame Society. Your mortal enemies will provide magic services at any time as long as you give them money. I just buy the best when I buy things. If I spend money, I will definitely recruit a demon king-level thug. But the demon king I can't control them in the main world, they probably want you to death."

Zha Kang showed a helpless expression and seemed to sit on the chair honestly: "Okay, I admit that we don't have anyone to help you now."

"I can probably guess that if you weren't all so busy, Master Dark Night wouldn't have died." Su Ming flicked the ash from his cigarette, and the embers directly blended into the floor in a very strange way: "If I guessed correctly, now the whole magic world They should all be fighting against the invasion of dark energy."

Constantine's eyes widened, and his expression, which had never woken up, became serious: "Is this the real reason why you came to me specifically and deliberately entered the space of the House of Mystery?"

"Yes, if the Shadow Pact can still hide in the magical country of Maia, the rest of you will not be able to pass through the Forgotten Tavern. But the Forgotten Tavern has been occupied by the Dark Knights, so the problem is, after Barbatos invaded At that time, except for Dr. Fate and Raven tossing around outside, all the magicians in the world have disappeared. Can you tell me where they are?"

Su Ming pressed his hand on the table and rubbed it. There was a bloody handprint on the white tablecloth, as if an evil ghost had come.

There was a bitter smile on Zha Kang's face, but he was secretly surprised in his heart. How did Deathstroke detect the magician's actions? It's incredible: "Didn't you already guess it...so you used money to lure me out. This is my weakness."

Su Ming stood up and glanced at him angrily: "Do you think I will believe you if you say this is your weakness? Let alone money, even tobacco and alcohol are just your disguise, your real weakness is me I know it well, but there are too many people now, so I will give you some room."

Constantine covered his face and rubbed it up and down, as if he was going crazy: "You are a hundred times more difficult than Slade in our world. I lose. Everyone, come out."

Barry is still wondering why there are too many people? I didn't see anything.

At this moment, the corridor that originally seemed to lead to the interior of the villa twisted, and then everything shattered like glass, revealing the scene behind it.

It turns out that that is the real living room, and this is just a small side hall.

In the living room, there were dozens of people sitting or floating in dense crowds. Some of them were shaking their heads and smiling bitterly, and some simply laughed at Zha Kang. Titles such as the most embarrassing great magician, the shame of the magic world, stinky shit, etc. were all thrown at Zha Kang.

These people are not randomly distributed, but are surrounding a giant magic circle on the ground, and they are injecting their own power into it. The pattern of the magic circle is not complicated, but there is a kind of mystery in its simplicity. It emits purple fluorescence, flickering.

Su Ming stood up. The reason why he asked Barry to draw Kang before was to show his deterrence. With the Speed ​​Force, he could escape from Limbo at any time, as long as he built a bridge through the Speed ​​Force plane.

At this time, it can be said that most of DC's magic heroes are gathered here. Among them are several well-known teams that Su Ming knew before, and there are also magicians that he does not know at all.

This is not surprising. If the social water in darkness is very deep, like a vast ocean, then the magical world is like a trench at the bottom of the sea, even more bottomless and irregular.

Su Ming only had Chinese-converted comics in his memory, and he really didn't know some of the heroes. However, he lowered his head and glanced at the magic circle, and the pattern immediately matched what he remembered.

"Oh, it turns out to be the Purple Light Magic Circle, a magic circle designed by John Day in 1500 to fight against the stray demons. With this here, those guys filled with dark energy cannot invade."

Zha Kang's expression became even more bitter: "Are you a magician or am I a magician? Aren't you a mercenary? How come you know this?"

Su Ming smiled and greeted the others. Some people responded politely, and some people just pretended not to see them. He didn't take it seriously. This is the virtue of a magician. He patted Zha Kang on the shoulder and made his legs look like noodles. Weak.

"Actually, we are very similar. You are a master of dark arts and I am a master of dark tactics. It's almost the same. After all, art is not a priority. Isn't it normal for me to know some magic?"

Constantine's eyes turned into dead fish shapes, and he didn't believe a word of this blunt explanation.