Su Ming, who was halfway through slashing the man, stopped what he was doing, kicked Scylla down, turned around and looked at the figure in the green cloak, and shouted his name loudly.
"Ghosts live freely in human society, and revenge belongs to you!" The ghost did not even look towards Deathstroke. His eyes were spraying with green light, and the eyeballs could not be seen, but Su Ming always felt that his eyes seemed to be distracted.
Saying the lines as if sleepwalking: "Wrath, revenge, judgment!"
So Deathstroke turned the weapon in his hand into a loudspeaker and shouted again: "Ghost! Where is Corrigan?!"
Arthur on the flying carpet shook off the blood on his body and turned to look at Bobo: "Who is Corrigan?"
The orangutan, who wanted to prove that he was more human than human but was treated as a joke, sighed, filled his pipe with new tobacco leaves, and answered the question.
"A ghost cannot move freely in the human world. He must parasitize in a human host. Detective Jim Corrigan is the first generation host. His soul is bound to the ghost." The orangutan's black fur claws pinched skillfully.
Pick up a handful of tobacco leaves and gently roll it into a small ball: "Detective Corrigan's identity as a host is not enviable at all. The wrath of God... is quite crazy."
"Yes, Corrigan used to be a detective in the Gotham Police Department. I call him Little Jim because he has the same name as Commissioner Gordon, hehe."
Harley interrupted. She shook her head and recalled the past. Her little hands had no place to rub the raven's shoulders and massaged the little girl. After all, she was casting spells all the way:
"He originally died once, because when he was investigating a drug case, he got into trouble with a group of ignorant young men who had just arrived in Gotham and didn't understand the rules of the game. They burned his whole family to death. I heard that
The screams from the flames could be heard from several streets away."
Donna also joined the conversation: "As for how he was resurrected, no one knows. After resurrecting from the dead, he became the host of the ghost."
"So is he still working as a police officer in Gotham? If we want to find the ghost's host, shouldn't we go to that city?"
After the ghost appeared, the crazy monsters around him stopped approaching. They dispersed and retreated into their respective caves in the darkness. Arthur was relaxed enough to think about problems and ask questions.
"That's true at first, but once the ghost is released, the sentence is death."
Harley stopped the mage's massage because Raven was very resistant to physical contact with others. He said that he was not tired at all, so Harley took out a small mirror and applied lip gloss, pursed her lips, and looked away.
The back of the death knell:
"Little Bat didn't allow murderous vigilantes in his city, so he drove Little Jim and the Ghost away? The last time I saw Detective Corrigan was in New York, he was killed by a few homeless people in an alley.
The Han people are beating me violently."
Is Arthur even more confused? The Justice League has fought against the ghost more than once? Everyone knows what level of existence it is.
But as strong as a ghost, why would his host be knocked over by a few homeless people?
Bobo answered quickly this time. He jumped directly into Neptune's arms and covered Arthur's ears. He turned his head and looked at Harley and Donna warily. Not letting them take away his opportunity to answer questions, he quickly let go and said:
"That's why I said he was unlucky, because the ghost has its own set of standards for judging who can take revenge. He didn't listen to Corrigan at all. He really needed the detective's permission to come out, but he didn't want to come out.
Time? Corrigan can't get him."
The thing is exactly as Bobo said. At first, the ghost used the excuse that he was acting according to the will of God? He had no authority to judge anyone.
But then Hal served as a ghost host for a period of time, and the ghost had a showdown with him? He said that there was actually no will of God at all, and that he himself was the wrath of God? He would take revenge on anyone he wanted to take revenge on? Have I been lying to you all this time?
Are you angry or not?
After answering the question, Bobo was so happy that he jumped off Arthur's body, lit his pipe and started smoking.
"Fur..."
His information is so well-informed!
"Everyone, come close to me. Come here." The death knell also called them at this time. They saw that the mercenary was already floating side by side with the ghost, and even poked the ghost's nostril with his finger: "Donna, your condom
Please let me use it."
"Is this okay?" The flying carpet carried several people and flew over. Donna herself flew faster and threw out her own lasso of persuasion.
Deathstroke caught the noose, tied it with a loop skillfully, and put it around the ghost's neck. He smiled and replied: "No problem, he seemed to be sleepwalking after leaving the host. He was simply absent-minded. Look at me.
He’s spicy.”
Su Ming said so and did the same. He took out a pack of spicy strips with 12 chili pepper logos from his pocket, tore open the package, pinched open the ghost's mouth, and poured out all the spicy oil inside the strips.
Go in.
He then held the ghost's chin to help him chew, elbowed the ghost's Adam's apple to help him swallow, and then used a combination of punches on the ghost's belly to help him promote gastrointestinal motility.
The green figure still didn't react at all, still floating there, looking distractedly into the distance, but his face seemed a little rosier.
"Hehe, I want to play too." Harley jumped from the flying carpet to the ghost's shoulder, bent down and painted a big smile on him with lipstick, and then hit his head under the cloak: "Really, he seems
He’s a vegetative person, does anyone have women’s clothing for him to try on?”
"Let's land down first. It's not a good place to play in mid-air." Bobo looked down and saw those sharp stalagmites standing upright like animal traps. He didn't want the ghost to suddenly come back to his senses.
Shoot everyone down there.
Su Ming held the noose around the ghost's neck, and it felt like pulling a light green balloon, slowly landing on the ground.
"Revenge, vent your anger, the final justice will eventually come." The ghost was still chanting during the landing, like a repeater.
"What should we do?" Donna didn't want to play with ghosts, let alone be remembered by the wrath of God. She knew clearly that all gods were petty.
Deathstroke handed the other end of the lasso into her hand. He did not let go of his hand, but tightened the rope together: "Your lasso of persuasion has the same effect as the lasso of truth. Try activating this artifact."
, interrogate him and tell the truth.”
"But my willpower cannot be stronger than a concept aggregate, the lasso will not work, and we are likely to suffer backlash and be controlled by his concept of 'revenge'."
Donna took a deep breath, her tone full of uncertainty.
"So we have to add all of us." Su Ming turned to look behind him and motioned with his eyes for everyone to put their hands on each other: "Corrigan must still be fighting a spiritual battle with ghosts somewhere. If we have such willpower,
If you can’t win the tug-of-war with an incarnation of a concept that wanders around the world, then everyone should just retire and let the earth be destroyed.”
"This is not possible. The Laughing Bat is not dead yet, so I can't let the earth be destroyed." Bobo was the first to jump up and hang his whole monkey on the lasso: "Although I am not a superhero,
My will must be as strong as steel!"
"The orangutans dare to do it, so I don't care." Harley held up her hand, carefully avoiding her own nail polish to avoid being scratched: "But in the end, I still participated in the animal tug-of-war competition? If I had known that,
I should go there the next time the TV station offers me money to hire me..."
"..." The three-no girl Raven stretched out her hand without saying a word. She didn't say anything, but she would always advance and retreat with Donna.
Arthur patted his chest, thrust the pentadent into the rocky ground next to him, rubbed his hands to warm them up, and stretched them out: "Ha, of course I am indispensable for adventure. I am the King of the Seven Seas. Come! For the Earth!"