With a sticky sliding sound, the flesh and blood under the pit seemed to turn into red syrup. The old man with an unhappy expression on his face rose up from the ground, and he touched his face:
"Ah, it's so annoying. Can't you be more stupid? Now you suddenly punch me, why don't I lose face? I'm a god!"
"Ha, since you insist on memorizing your lines, why don't I start too? Ahem! What a weak god!"
Seemingly being amused by the other party, Deathstroke shook his head and talked about jokes that no one understood. But unlike the smile on his face, he was still gesturing with his hands behind his back, indicating that everyone was ready to close their eyes at any time.
"I'm curious, how did you discover me?" The old man walked out of the pit, stepping on the air out of thin air, as if there were invisible steps: "I already said that I am a person from another parallel universe.
Yes, I imitated Constantine to the extreme, where did you see the flaw?"
As he spoke, the flesh and blood on his body twisted violently, and soon transformed from a human form into a ball of black mud, or a black shadow.
"You almost deceived me, just a little bit." Deathstroke casually measured the distance, lowered his head, lit a cigarette and smoked: "Let's not talk about other details for now, just punching exposed you, you are too good at it
This is a game."
"Constantine is a veteran sorcerer. He also likes to drink. He has drunk alcohol all over the world. Isn't it right for me to show that I am good at punching?"
The black shadow gradually took on a human shape, like asphalt being shaped by invisible hands. It tilted its head to express its incomprehensible meaning.
"Constantine is really good at all kinds of table games, both with and without clothes."
Su Ming, who was on the ground, exhaled a puff of smoke and kept nodding. He first confirmed part of the other party's answer, and then said:
"But you forgot one thing. Maybe you were too proud of having deceived me temporarily before. You forgot that Constantine is a liar. He never plays any game honestly, especially when the opponent has already
When you start cheating."
Yes, if it was the real Constantine, how could he, who was addicted to alcohol, lose honestly? Let alone lose in front of Zatanna?
The real Zha Kang may be a scoundrel at ordinary times, but he has a bottom line in his heart, that is, he will never lose in Xiao Zha's noodles, unless he deliberately wants to eat Xiao Zha's big bidou to enjoy himself.
The guy in front of me, who played Zha Kang from another world, seemed like that at first. Even the smell of his body, the DNA structure of his body, and the strangulation were not found to be a problem.
Fortunately, Su Ming never trusts anyone easily, especially when this person refers to Constantine.
He had always maintained a skeptical attitude, even inviting the other party to drink was intentional. This was a series of verification methods, and the result was that he really found out the 'wolf'.
In fact, when the other party mentioned that he was hiding here because he wanted to survive cancer, and then took the initiative to help find Luther, Su Ming began to have doubts.
You must know that Zha Kang, the so-called hell detective, is also a private detective. This profession is the same as that of a mercenary, and you need to be paid for your work.
Voluntary labor? This word has never existed in Zha Kang's dictionary, if he really had a dictionary at home.
Moreover, the reason for hiding here is to survive. If you do the task, you will very likely die. Isn’t this contradictory?
"So you lied to me and said so many auspicious words. You really deserve to die, human being." The other party's squirming figure took shape and turned into a very cheerful and optimistic black man with a warm smile. He also wore a suit that looked good.
A very high-end looking suit.
"Oh? Why did you call me 'human' today? Didn't you call me 'ant' in the past? Haha." Su Ming didn't panic at all. He flicked the cigarette ashes aside and said with a smile, "Long time no see, Naiya."
, you look darker."
"Haha, do you think you have won? I came here specifically to play with you. This time, there is no such thing as that old guy who can save you."
Nyarlathotep took on his most commonly used human form, but he was obviously not in a good mood. He was clearly planning to trick Deathstroke, but why did he suddenly become the one being tricked?
This was the second time that he had been deceived by Deathstroke. He was really impressed by this human being.
As a member of the Ancient One, he could no longer remember any other creature that dared to offend him, so he said Deathstroke deserved it, but he did not launch an attack, and he was not even mentally polluted.
You must know that once he reveals his prototype of an alien god, it will be an irresistible mental stimulation for humans. But this is the dream dimension, so there is no need to worry about damaging the venue.
"So Luther was abducted by you. You are very good at it, and you picked the time well." Su Ming motioned to the teammates behind him to lower their heads and close their eyes, while he continued to stimulate Naiya and said: "When will you condescend and create?"
Did you talk to me about it? After I entered the nightmare, they started taking action."
Upon hearing the news, the other teammates were stunned for a moment and couldn't figure their heads out for a while.
But Naiya twisted his mouth and fell back to the street where he had completed his recovery. He looked up at the red sarcoma that acted as the moon in the sky. It was also a sleeping ancient man. He said:
"How could I interact with those boring things? It's just a coincidence. The only toy I want is you."
"Really? I don't believe it." Deathstroke showed the same expression as the host named Lu, as if he believed that the other party was having an affair with the Hand of Creation.
"It doesn't matter what you think. What matters is that you must play my game now." Without being fooled again, He opened his arms and showed mankind the chaos and disorder in this world: "This is my territory.
, you can never get away, you have to please me endlessly, forever and ever!"
"oh."
Deathstroke, who had a dull reaction to this, took another puff of cigarette, looking like he didn't care at all. Facing Nyarlathotep again would be troublesome, but he was no longer the same person he was before.
"What is your attitude? I want to see your fear and distress." Naiya frowned, and his dark face indeed got darker: "Your universe will be destroyed, and everything you have done in the past will be paid for.
If it flows eastward, humans and your kind will forget that you exist."
"It's okay. I don't plan to play with you anyway. I'm busy now."
Deathstroke picked up the drink on the ground, rinsed his mouth, then turned around and prepared to leave:
"And this is not your territory, dear Naiya. Although you are a very powerful guy, I believe that Azathoth's strength is far above you. This is not your dream at all. You, like me, are
You are just a guest who entered the dreams of other ancients, or to put it intuitively, you are just yourself in the dream. You don’t think I am chatting with you and haven’t discovered anything, do you?”
One punch destroyed half of the dimension, which was enough to arouse the curiosity of the other ancients. Just as planned, if they became interested in Deathstroke, his life would be guaranteed.
The blind and ignorant ancients have no position. For humans, they only have two distinctions: 'interested' or 'not interested'.
"." Naiya was silent. He didn't speak, but stared fiercely at the human in front of him.
"It seems that I guessed it right. Even if this is the dream of the ancients, you can't kill me if the other ancients don't want me to die, right? If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first. Bye.
, I’ll keep the wine for you, drink whatever you want, don’t worry about my feelings, hehe!”
Deathstroke waved his hand, put his arms around Barry and Xiao Dai, let Strangler roll up the other two ladies, and left without looking back.