On the open space of a cold storage in Manhattan, seven bodies were placed side by side.
"It was Witch Halle who killed me, it was Witch Halle who killed me, it was..."
"No matter how many times I see it, I still find it fascinating." Kitten said, rubbing her arm.
"There's nothing to be afraid of. Demons are just aliens. It's not like you haven't seen squid rain before (ps)."
Not only did Ivy feel no fear or nausea, but she was also very interested, with obvious excitement shining in her eyes.
"Fortunately, this neon man went to hell normally."
Hearing Okada keep "playing the repeater", Harley breathed a sigh of relief.
The magic of using devil horns to communicate with hell is not of a high level in the Grimoire of Truth, and the ritual is very simple, and there is no need for a real name to communicate with the great devil.
It is purely due to the special nature of devil horns. They were born in hell but remain in the human world. They naturally have the property of connecting the yin and yang worlds.
Therefore, the success rate of this magic is relatively high, and there is no danger of being backlashed by the big devil.
But there is a basic condition for using it: the soul of the deceased must fall into "ordinary" hell.
Not only does it have to fall into hell, it also has to be an ordinary hell, not a certain devil's exclusive "kingdom".
For example, the last few owl claws.
I don't know what gods they worship. After death, the soul does not go to hell at all, so the devil horns are of course useless.
For another example, among the seven shadow warriors who died, there was a woman with a Central Asian appearance, Aigu, who was a priest of the Church of Blood. After her death, her soul returned to the Demon of the Three Palaces.
It stands to reason that the devil's horns can communicate with hell and her soul can be found.
The soul was indeed found, but the power of the Three Palaces blocked the world between Yin and Yang, making the magic of the devil horns completely ineffective.
...
Harley took out a silver coin and waved it under Okada's nose a few times, and said to the ghost: "How about I give you a Charon silver coin and tell me the secret of the Shadow Warrior Alliance?"
"Harry, give me the money, I want it!" Hanged Ghost Andy's dead fish eyes glowed.
"Shut up! Don't disturb me when I'm working." Harley scolded.
"Harry, you -" Looking at Harley who was suddenly talking to herself seriously, the kitten shrank back, its eyes worried and frightened.
"It's okay, it's okay..." Ivy patted her shoulder nonchalantly, "Harley is talking to the undead around her and is not crazy."
"Undead?" The kitten became even more frightened. Looking around, it felt that the air was getting colder and colder.
"No one can see it except her. The undead exist in the universe of her individual mind." Ivy said.
The kitten was confused, "What thinking universe?"
"You can think of it as a world that only belongs to Harley." Ivy said.
"Isn't it mental illness to be immersed in a world that only you can see?" the kitten muttered.
"I'm talking to a ghost, you two big guys, please be quiet!" Harley said angrily.
The kitten was stunned.
"Witch Harley kill me - hoohoo -" Okada stopped shouting and made a terrible sniffing sound with his nose.
"Give it to me, give it to me!"
Its voice was rapid and high-pitched, making the three living people next to it frown in disgust.
"Tell me the secret of Shadow Warrior." Harley said.
It was silent.
"You are now a dead person and have fallen into hell. Why should you continue to insist on the ridiculous belief that you belong to the living person?" Harley said.
It continues to be silent.
"Forget it, since you will die as a ghost hero, then I will replace you with someone else, such as this white man and woman. They are Westerners and pay more attention to self-salvation. They should-"
"You have to pay more!" Okada was convinced before Harley finished speaking.
"You're right. The devils in the United States have no moral principles and no faith. They only joined the Alliance for the bounty. They will definitely sell out the organization for profit.
In this case, of course I can't let them get what they want!" it said excitedly.
Mmp, the little devil is so hypocritical, he has become a ghost, and he is still pretending to be a big-headed ghost!
Harry felt contempt in his heart, but his face was expressionless. He took out another silver coin and shook it at the end of its nose, causing a more rapid inhalation sound.
"It's not enough, you have to add more money!" it shouted.
"Harry, why don't you change it to a white person?" the kitten frowned.
"They are just peripheral members. I am the direct disciple of the Ninja Master. I have seen the miracle that happened in the Lhasa Road Pond with my own eyes!" it said excitedly.
"How much do you want?" Harley asked.
"One hundred, no, five hundred silver coins!"
Harley decisively pulled out the devil's horn and inserted it into the big guy's mouth.
"Witch Harley killed me, it was Witch Harley who killed me, it was..."
Harley put the silver coin under its nostrils, but it still barked.
"What's going on?" the kitten asked doubtfully.
"Maybe he committed too many sins during his lifetime, and was tortured even more after his death. He was tortured to the point of losing his mind." Harley guessed.
Then, she changed to a white woman.
"I am 'Meiling', I am..."
This time it worked.
Meiling told her story in detail and asked for only five silver coins.
After listening to her words, the three women frowned and all their eyes returned to Okada.
The person in charge is Bronze Tiger, but Bronze Tiger is also a beginner in martial arts - the ninja master searches for martial arts masters from all over the world. Tonghu and Siwa Shi come from the same sect, and are the apprentices of the Japanese martial arts master Otomo.
Okada, who came from a wealthy Japanese family, was actually the direct disciple of a ninja master.
Except for Aigu, Tonghu and Okada, the rest of them have never seen the ninja master in person.
They come from all over the world and are famous local killers. They were recruited by Kagemusha and became peripheral members.
Because of the mission to assassinate Harley, a temporary group was formed to come to Gotham.
As for the core secrets such as the location of the Kagemusha headquarters and the power structure, they are not qualified to know.
"It was Witch Harley who killed me, it was Witch - uh, I remember!"
The sound of the repeater suddenly stopped, and the dead ghost Okada laughed wildly in hell: "Witch Harley, you still come to me! Hahaha, I have to add more money, keep adding, one thousand Charon silver coins!"
"I only have fifty, do you want it?" Harley said lightly.
"No, I have to pay more!"
"Okada, we don't have that much money. Be sensible and don't end up in a fight." Selina said.
"More money must be added! Fifty silver coins can only buy you five years of comfort from the punishment officer. I am happy to exchange five years of comfort for the witch to be so angry that nothing will be accomplished!"
It was Witch Harley who killed me——"
"Harry, why don't you try your old trick again and let Bronze Tiger see this hellish scene and scare him into telling the secret." Selina suggested.
"I did have this idea before, but now..." Harley shook her head, "Knowing that he and Siwa come from the same family, I have to save face for Siwa, at least I can't kill him immediately.
If I don't silence him on the spot, he might reveal my secret of using devil horns to extract secrets from dead people."
Giving Siwa face is only one aspect.
More importantly, the martial arts school represented by Siwa...
She is not afraid of them, but she may ask for them.
For example, she may invite several martial arts masters to teach her martial arts, or come to the fighting arena to be a martial arts instructor. In the future, she may even personally visit the Tibetan martial arts holy land to find the secret to breaking the physical limits...
Ivy came close to Harley's ear and whispered: "It's better to bribe the punishment officer with money."
Harley nodded slightly, she thought so too.
Andy, the hanged ghost next to him, began to show off his presence again, "Do you know which level of hell he is in? There are so many executioners in hell, do you know which kid he is under?"
"You know?" Harley started "talking to herself" again.
"have no idea."
Harley ignored him.
After waving Kitten Ivy to step back, she took out the chalk and drew a simple five-pointed star formation on the open space.
Drag Okada's corpse into the magic circle and insert the devil's horns again.
Pale white and gray replaced the colors, mold stains appeared on the ground, and the surrounding buildings became visibly decayed...
"One success!"
Looking at the familiar shadow world environment around her, Harley touched her forehead and felt filled with emotion.
She was able to enter Limbo so easily (the Shadow Realm is the boundary between Hell and Limbo), thanks to Rachel using soul essence to improve her body.
"It was Witch Harley who killed me, it was Witch Harley..."
The closer to hell, the more "detailed" Okada's voice becomes - he can distinguish dozens of complex emotions, pain, resentment, curses, etc. in his voice.
"Hello, I'm 'Witch Harley', can anyone hear me on the other side?" Harley shouted towards the devil horn.
Her first communication with the judge (Chapter 85) was not through the devil horns?
No one responded.
"Hey, I have Charon coins!"
"Silver coins? Give it to me, give it to me!"
"Witch, give me the silver coins."
"It hurts, it hurts, someone come and save me."
"Hell is so uncomfortable, and I regret so much. If God gives me another chance, I will definitely be a good person, woo woo woo..."
In an instant, hundreds of ghost howls came from the opposite side, almost suppressing Okada's voice.
The light in the room became darker, and thin black frost flowers condensed in the air. Harry felt that his soul was being pulled by countless ghost hands, and was being pulled towards hell.
"roll!"
A thunderous shout shook Harry's mind and caused the wails of hundreds of ghosts to disappear instantly.
"Witch Harley, you are so audacious that you dare to disturb the undead and be tortured!"
A shadowy figure with horns on its forehead and a saw-tooth ax appeared above Okada. Only half of its body was exposed. Its head alone was two meters tall. The single eye between its eyebrows shone with dazzling fire.
"Cyclops, you are very courageous. Ten silver coins will save the soul from prison for one year. Aren't you afraid that I will report you to the two adults, Joy and Pain?" Harley said rudely.
The other party looked terrifying, and her aura was not as powerful as the giant Mary we saw earlier.
Probably just a demon viscount.
The giant was silent for a moment and said: "The Judge of Hell never responds to the call of the dark wizard."
Harley sneered, "You know I can do it because I told them their real names."
The Cyclops' shadow disappeared, and the voice came from the other side of the devil's horn.
"You want the secret of this undead? I can help you, but you must swear that you will never say anything bad about me to the judge, and... you have to pay more, and fifty silver coins will definitely not be enough!"
Harley's expression was twisted. Hell is obviously a place of faith, but it is as corrupt as the human government!
In the end, she spent two hundred and fifty silver coins to buy a "memory ball" from the fire giant, a memory squeezed from Okada's soul.
The size of an apple, like a shrinking nebula.
It wasn't until noon the next day that Harley found the information she wanted from the complicated sea of memories.
In addition to the secrets of the ninja master, there is also the entire process of Okada's training from an ordinary Japanese high school student to a shadow warrior.
“It’s money well spent!”
Harry shook his withered purse and gritted his teeth and said, "From today on, we can also try to train Shadow Warriors.
Starting from today, we must work hard to make money to buy ancient coins!"
With a decision in mind, Harley summoned her younger brothers the next afternoon to hold a "Quinn Family Executives Meeting" on the third floor of the fighting arena.
Halfway through the meeting, Harley's cell phone rang. It was from Giuseppe, Camai's grandnephew (cousin's grandson) and his security captain.
"Harry, we were ambushed. Mr. Falcone was seriously injured and is being sent to the emergency room. He doesn't know whether he is alive or dead. Bring your people to Gotham United Hospital quickly!" he shouted at the top of his lungs.