At the same time, on a remote country road in Virginia, Constantine and Zatanna were walking on a rugged forest path.
The trees on both sides of the road have not been pruned for who knows how many years. Their branches are like shriveled monster claws, while the roots on the ground are lurking among the fallen leaves, ready to trip up outsiders at any time.
"Damn it, damn it, that guy Deathstroke used voodoo to control my mind and turned me into a puppet. As a warrior, how did he use voodoo without the help of the Upside Down?"
Constantine was holding a cigarette in his mouth and beating his chest. Although he was cursing, his face was full of smiles. Rather than being angry, it was better to say that he found it interesting.
Zatanna walked with her head down, trying to avoid her fishnet stockings from being scratched by the dry vegetation. She tilted her head slightly:
"So what's the problem with this? If he hadn't drugged you, you wouldn't have told me that these actually have nothing to do with the Ashes of Withering, but the methods of the Blackness of Decay. In that case, we would have come full circle."
"What's the problem?" Constantine snorted and sighed: "Deathstroke's conspiracy is like the tattoo on Lucifer's butt. When I see it, it means that he has already fucked me, right?
Turn around, pick up your pants and leave."
The air fell silent for a moment, and strange calls of birds came from nowhere in the forest.
"Stay away from me, disgusting. I never thought you were involved with the 'evil in this world' like Lucifer." Zatanna showed a look of disgust and hid aside: "You should go
Come to McGeeken to keep each other warm during the days when Lucifer is missing, instead of coming to me."
Zha Kang rolled his eyes, but he was still shaking his head in a nonchalant manner: "I'm just making an analogy. Last time he held an unmasked conference, I happened to pass by and saw that tattoo. He is a mysophobic devil.
My words will only stain you with shit."
This is also an exaggerated metaphor. Constantine knew that he was a point of contention between heaven and hell and was involved in many things. He just compared those troubles to dirt, and Lucifer was most afraid of trouble.
But after hearing this, Xiao Zha stayed further away, because no matter what he said, he was getting more and more disgusting.
"Ahem, in short, my original plan was to have Deathstroke cut down the Ashes of Decay. In this way, I could recruit the Split Bacteria, which are also microorganisms, to fight against the Blackness of Decay. That would undoubtedly save a lot of effort."
Constantine coughed, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, changed the topic, and told his original plan.
If everything goes well in the original plan, he only needs to lie to the Splinter fungus and say, 'Deathstroke is the new spokesperson of the Black of Decay. He and the Upside Down are on the side of Black and want to attack other people in the Parliament of Life'!
In this way, if the first target is the withering ash, the dividing bacteria will naturally worry about itself as a microbial will, so it chooses to hold hands with Constantine's friendly little hand and become a tool to be used.
Withering is the cause, and decay is the effect. As long as the upstream links are controlled, it will be much easier to deal with the darkness of decay.
It's a pity that such a good plan was ruined by Deathstroke. That guy is as smart as a ghost. It's really hard to trick him.
Not only was it difficult to trick him, he was even tricked back. When the voodoo brought Constantine back to his senses, he was already on his way to deal with the Blackness of Decay. Now he wants to convince Xiao Zha, who already knows the truth.
Looking back, that's impossible.
She only wants to save the world and prevent the spread of zombie mushrooms, which is a standard female superhero idea.
However, Deathstroke went to the theater on purpose, more like trying to push her away. Is this a test of the Troublemaker? Should I remind Xiao Zha to cast as few spells as possible?
While thinking wildly, he felt Zatanna in front of him stop, and then a sweet voice sounded like a nightingale singing.
"We're where you said we were, Layton Juvenile Correctional Facility, but why are you here?"
It was a dilapidated castle-like building, separated by a steel fence similar to that of a prison. It was located in a clearing in the forest. The dark porch of the building was like a big mouth, and the dilapidated window sills were overgrown with weeds.
.
"The spokesperson of the Black Decay, Abby Akane, may be here. I want to talk to her. The 'one' behind her has shown strange aggression. There must be some reason for this."
Constantine walked to the wall and shook the solid iron door, on which the climbing vines had died.
There was a big lock hanging on the door. Compared with the things around it, it was at least not rusty, so Zha Kang took out a hairpin from his pocket and prepared to pry it open.
"Oh, Abby? Your daughter's mother, your old sweetheart, that's why you don't want the death knell to deal with the Black Decay, you are worried about her being killed." The expression on Zatanna's face now is called a smile.
Not smiling, she raised a hand and flipped it: "Unlock it!"
With a click, the padlock fell to the ground.
Zha Kang, who was still holding the hairpin in his hand, sighed. What he was afraid of was this situation. Sometimes Zatanna was paranoid and unreasonable. She only believed in herself, like a hedgehog.
Although I really don’t act trustworthy.
"Abby is Swamp Thing's wife. I told you, it was Alec who possessed me back then, and he just borrowed seeds from me for his wife. He is a sterile plant. Teffy is the daughter of Abby and I.
Bi's daughter is true, but that's just a special situation."
"So you called her Abby Arcane instead of Abby Holland?" Zatanna crossed her arms and walked into the compound without even looking at her ex-boyfriend: "Now that you know she has a husband, you
It’s really nice to call her by her maiden name and treat her as an unmarried girl.”
Zha Kang's mouth flattened and he followed quickly: "I mentioned the surname A'Kane just to remind you that she is a member of the A'Kane family. Their family is both a scientist and a sorcerer. They are good at both aspects.
People who play games are often lunatics, and this family has been the spokesperson of the decadent blackness for generations, so it must be taken seriously."
Zatanna sneered, walked to the gate of the juvenile detention center castle, and looked up at the heavy metal gate.
Time has made the steel full of rust, but you can still see that there is something carved on the door with the head of a human and the body of a dragon, which may be some kind of devil.
She turned to look at her ex-boyfriend, raised an eyebrow, and tapped her boots on the ground: "I am also a sorcerer, and my father is the Archmage Gwani Zatara, your teacher! Now
You think I don’t know what the Akan family is? Haha, should I believe your lies?”
Constantine, who was not trusted, took a deep breath. The light spots on the cigarette instantly burned the butt of the cigarette. He raised his head and looked at the sky speechlessly, sighing deeply.