Fortunately, the interior of the house is not as dilapidated as it looks from the outside, although it is a little old, but it is still habitable.
Walking through the high porch, you will be greeted by a large hall with high ceilings, and the space inside is obviously much larger than it looks from the outside, which is also a function of magic.
Su Ming was not surprised, there was a similar house in Harry Potter, which was called the Traceless Stretching Spell over there, and it was probably another name in DC.
But Barry kept looking around, as if he was looking for something.
There were a few faint shadows flashing in the dark corners of the house, Su Ming knew that it was the real ghost, but don't tell Barry, Xiao Shen was a little suspicious now, and his eyes kept rolling.
Konstantin struggled out of Su Ming's hands, led the two to continue inside, with a very smug smile on his face, and invited the two to sit down in the living room.
A creature with loose skin appeared, brown and yellow, with a lizard-like tail on its back, wearing a black tuxedo, walking upright, and round legless glasses perched on the bridge of its nose.
When it saw Konstantin come in with two people, there was no fluctuation in his slitted eyes, and he bent down and bowed slightly, but there was no sincerity at first glance.
"Hello everyone, I am the demon Abbas, and for some unspeakable, dirty, disgusting and filthy reason, I am temporarily the steward of the Mysterious House."
"Demons?"
It was the first time Barry had come face to face with a demon, and his attention was on the demon's sharp claws.
"That's right, it's just a little devil, not worth mentioning."
Za Kang put his feet on the table with a grin, took out a cigarette again, and smoked: "And you, haven't you seen the guests at home?"
Why don't you make tea, you old goat who eats!
” Abbas turned his head and left, although it didn't say a word as if it accepted the order, but Su Ming saw that it looked at Zakang very viciously, full of murderous intent.
The tea brewed at this time must be poisonous Za Kang is really good at tricks, not to mention using the demon as a housekeeper, and constantly humiliating it, maybe it is bound by a contract, but the contract always has a time limit.
There are countless demons in Hell who are waiting to torture his soul when he dies and falls into Hell.
Zakang didn't seem to think anything, smoking a cigarette and licking his teeth from time to time, which seemed to be stained with vegetable leaves from dinner.
"I know what you're here for, isn't it Barbatos, I've helped, but you have to do me a favor too."
Su Ming took off his helmet, ignored Zakang and spoke to Barry: "Barry, hit him on the back of the head." ” "Huh?"
x2 Barry and Zakang were confused, but under Su Ming's one-eyed gaze, Barry still showed an embarrassed smile at Zakang A flash of lightning flashed, and Zakang fell directly from the chair, but Su Ming knew that he had nothing to do, there was a talisman magic, and his cigarette was still in his mouth, and he didn't even drop a little bit of cigarette ash.
"What?
The Justice League is beating people!
Superman is going to exterminate humanity!
” He rolled over and got up, and Barry looked at Su Ming with a dry smile, he still didn't understand why Su Ming had to let him smoke Constantine.
Su Ming indifferently lit a cigarette and spit out: "Are you stupid for me?"
Barbatos is not something you can deal with, you agreed so directly, you want to trap us, right?
” Konstantin immediately denied it with righteous words: "No way, I just want to contribute." ” Su Ming sneered, raised his fist the size of a casserole and looked over and over again, it was full of black-red dried blood: "I tell you, there are more people who can replace you, and I'm not a good person, you can go to the Pentagram or the Cold Flame Society, your rivals can provide magic services at any time as long as they give money."
I'm a person who buys the best things, and if I spend money, I will definitely recruit a demon king-level thug to come over, but I can't control them when the demon king arrives in the main world, they should all want to kill you. ” Zakang showed a helpless expression, and looked honestly sitting on the chair: "Okay, I admit that we don't have the manpower to help you now." ” "I can probably guess that if you weren't all busy, the Night Master wouldn't have died."
Su Ming flicked the ashes of his cigarette, and these embers melted directly into the floor very strangely: "If I'm not mistaken, the entire magical world should be fighting against the invasion of dark energy now." ” Konstantin's eyes widened, and the appearance that he had never woken up from became serious: "This is the real reason why you came to me specifically and deliberately got into the space of the mysterious house?"
” "Yes, if Shadow Pact might still be hiding in the magical realm of Maia, the rest of you won't be able to get by without going through the Forgotten Tavern.
But the Oblivion Tavern has been taken over by the Dark Knights, so here's the problem, at the time of Barbatos' invasion, all the mages of the world disappeared except for Doctor Fate and Raven tossing outside, can you tell me where they were?
” Su Ming rubbed his hand on the table, and there was an extra bloody handprint on the white tablecloth, as if an evil ghost had arrived.
A wry smile appeared on his face, but he was secretly surprised in his heart, how did Knell detect the magician's actions?
It's incredible: "Didn't you already guess that, so you used money to lure me out, and that's my weakness." ” Su Ming stood up and glanced at him angrily: "Do you think I will believe it if it is my weakness?"
Not to mention money, even cigarettes and alcohol are just your disguise, I know your real weaknesses, but there are too many people now, I will leave you some leeway. ” Konstantin covered his face and rubbed it up and down, as if he was crazy: "You are a hundred times more difficult than the Slade of our world, I lost, everyone come out." ” Barry is still wondering what are the too many people?
I didn't see anything.
At that moment, the corridor that appeared to lead to the interior of the villa twisted, and everything shattered like glass, revealing the scene behind it.
It turned out that it was the real living room, and it was just a small side hall.
In the living room, dozens of people were sitting or drifting, some of them were shaking their heads and smiling bitterly, and some of them were simply laughing at Zakang.
What is the most shameful great magician, the shame of the wizarding world, stinky shit, and so on, and so on, all thrown on the head of Zakang.
These people were not distributed irregularly, but around a giant magic circle on the ground, and they were pumping their power into it.
The pattern of the magic array is not complicated, but there is a kind of mystery in the simplicity, it emits a purple fluorescence, flashing and flashing.
Su Ming stood up, the reason why he asked Barry to smoke slag Kang before was to show deterrence, with the speed of power, he could get out of the Spiritual Thin Prison at any time, as long as he built a bridge through the plane of speed force.
At this time, it can be said that most of DC's magic-type heroes are gathered here, including several well-known teams that Su Ming knew before, and there are also magicians he doesn't know at all.
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This is not surprising, if the social water in the dark is very deep, like a vast ocean, then the wizarding world is like a trench at the bottom of the sea, and it is even deeper and irregular.
Su Ming's memory only has Chinese comics, and some heroes really don't know, but he glanced down at the magic circle, and the pattern and the memory immediately matched.
"Oh, it turned out to be the Purple Light Circle, a magic circle designed by John Day in 1500 to fight against the Wandering Demons, and with this here, those guys who are stained with dark energy really can't invade."
Za Kang's face became even more bitter: "Are you a magician or am I a magician?"
Aren't you a mercenary, how do you even know this?
” Su Ming smiled and greeted the others, some responded politely, some just didn't see it, he didn't care, the magician is this virtue, he patted Za Kang's shoulder, making his legs weak like noodles.
"Actually, we are very similar, you are a master of dark art, I am a master of dark tactics, almost, after all, art is not pressing, isn't it normal for me to understand some magic?"
Konstantin's eyes were all dead fish, and he didn't believe a word in this blunt explanation.
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