"Ahem! Come back! Ahem! If you dare, don't leave. At least sign up, ahem!"
The possessed ghost left, and Constantine lay on the ground vomiting blood. But even though he kept coughing, he continued to curse. After knowing that the other party did not dare to kill him, he became more energetic.
"Okay, just say a few words." Zatanna ran to him and helped him up: "How are you? Are you okay? That thing just now doesn't seem to be a ghost. It can actually appear during the day."
"Ahem, I'm fine. Vomiting blood, cough, I'm used to it." Zha Kang wiped his mouth and took out a handkerchief: "Of course that thing is not a ghost, but the old man did it.
Monster, I just heard the old immortal giving it a message."
"It seems to be God's new weapon to deal with the death knell. I have never seen such a thing before. It is not a ghost, a creature, a god, or a concept. It is more like a thought?"
Zatanna was not possessed, she just felt a chill. She originally thought it was a ghost, but after she was sure it wasn't a ghost, she didn't know what it was.
"It's a big ball of malice. Hey, bah, you've seen evil-minded powerful people before, right? The feeling of evil is very similar." Zha Kang put away the handkerchief and fumbled for his mobile phone in his pocket: "It seems that the Eye of God
It can't wait any longer, it probably saw us and sent a fool to test us, but the information is all mutual."
He planned to contact Deathstroke, specifically Bobo, and then ask Bobo to contact the adjutant, and then send a message to Deathstroke.
He had no choice but to find that he did not have Deathstroke's contact information. Even though they had acted together and had known each other for a while, and their relationship was relatively manageable, the man did not give him his contact information.
It's like disgusting.
Zatanna stopped talking, just removed the disguise magic, patted the dust on her ex-boyfriend's windbreaker, and waited quietly.
She is indeed stronger, but psychologically, she relies heavily on Constantine.
The call was made to the Forgotten Bar, and the bartender who answered the phone said that Bobo had gone out with Deathstroke before. She overheard everyone's conversation and knew that they had gone to the fifth dimension.
"Oh? The fifth dimension? I don't know what clue Deathstroke is chasing. Okay, cough, give it up, see you later, little beauty. Yes, I know there is a sign at the door of the Oblivion Bar, which says Constantine and
Dogs are not allowed in, but I can change my name, so see you later."
After teasing the little girl casually, Constantine hung up the phone. He looked at Xiao Zha beside him and shrugged:
"It's no longer possible. Deathstroke has gone to the fifth dimension. I can't contact him, but the new enemy will probably find him. I hope he has prepared a backup plan in advance."
There is a chasm between the fifth dimension and the third dimension. Anyway, Constantine doesn't know how to cross it. This is also an unfamiliar topic for sorcerers.
It seems to be related to geometry and physics? What about points, lines, and planes? I don’t know. He came out to hang out, play in a band, and learn magic when he was a teenager. Who knows those things?
"He doesn't have a backup plan to deal with ghosts, right? This kind of thing requires a spell caster, a very professional one." Zatanna added a spell midway through her words to re-strengthen the protective shield around the two of them.
Array: "Deathstroke is very strong, but he is not a spellcaster."
"He doesn't need to be a spell caster. Well, he just needs to hold the upside-down man tightly in his hand, and the captive will naturally cast the spell for him. But it's not necessary at ordinary times. It's more convenient to directly use cosmic energy radiation."
Constantine picked up the cigarette on the ground, blew the dirt on the filter, put it back into his mouth and took a few puffs, watching the cigarette butt burn again with cross-eyed eyes:
"Okay, there are only so many things I can do. Don't expect me to enter the fifth dimension to send him a message. Let's go home and sleep. Have you washed the pair of stockings from last time? Hehe, finally
It's a good thing it hasn't been washed, I like the smell."
"Snapped!"
Zatanna, who looked considerate just now, raised her hand and slapped her. She looked at her ex-boyfriend with an angry look and said in a very disappointed tone:
"Fake! Who do you think I am? Who do you think you are? Deathstroke is Diana's boyfriend and everyone's friend. Now you know that he may be in danger, but you plan to stand by and watch? Then go away and I will find a way.
inform him."
This witch who comes from a family of magicians is like this. She is very emotional and can change her mind faster than turning the pages of a book.
Besides, a slap in the face can be regarded as a kind of encouragement. Every time Constantine fails to live up to expectations, he can always find a way to treat him to his favorite big mouth.
"Ah, I bit my tongue, Xiao Zha." Constantine spit out a mouthful of blood, stuck out his tongue and said aggrievedly: "I think Deathstroke should be able to deal with the black smoke even if he doesn't have this information. After all, this is
God’s new toy doesn’t look too smart, it might just be born.”
Putting aside the strength, it doesn't matter what abilities the black shadow has. Just because of his stupidity, he is looking for death when he comes to Deathstroke.
What's more, there is an orangutan detective over there. The orangutan is much smarter than ordinary people. He can be called Deathstroke's plug-in brain. Together, these two smart people can kill that thing just by calculating.
Why should I be so sentimental and look for something to do when I have nothing to do?
"Just tell me whether you can help me? If you don't help, leave now and don't look for me again in the future. If something happens to Deathstroke, how can I have the honor to see Xiao Dai in the future?"
Zatanna continues to push her ex-boyfriend, and this is experience when it comes to applying pressure.
"Okay, okay, I'll think of a way. Don't just go ahead and get on the line. Uh-huh, uh-huh."
Constantine spat to the side, coughed a few more times, picked up the second dropped cigarette and continued to smoke. Within a few seconds, he had an idea, and then he released a large amount of black smoke to obscure his vision before saying
:
"We shouldn't be able to go to the fifth dimension, but that doesn't mean no one can. To be more precise, the feeling of you slapping me reminds me of another woman who once slapped me. Haha, she and her spaceship can,
Go to the Time Lord's fortress. I heard that it is located in the fourth dimension. It is actually quite close to the fifth dimension. All it needs is a big speaker."
"Great, baby, I knew you could figure it out, now you contact Sarah Lance and kiss me hard, haha!"
After getting a satisfactory answer, the witch's face changed again, and she patted her ex-boyfriend's butt gently, as if to express something.
It must be said that she has figured out how to play PUA. Constantine can play with countless demons in the palm of his hand, but he will never be Zatanna's opponent, and he will be controlled by her.
But on the other hand, the witch's suggestion was indeed very tempting, and Constantine was also very satisfied. He swallowed a gulp of saliva, couldn't wait to dial the number on his mobile phone, and even the action of smoking made sparks pop out of the cigarette.