The Death Knell

The spaceship that has been in ruins is actually nothing good. Most of the corridors inside are broken and covered with flesh and blood fascia. The tentacles squirmed in the cracks of steel, and the mouths kept laughing or meaningless. The babbling.

The built-in ‘stereo surround sound’ system alone is enough to drive the unstable people crazy.

Dumu and Su Ming were unaffected. They wandered among the flesh and blood, quietly looking for Marvel's former bedroom. 166

There are no footprints on the flesh and blood carpet on the ground, but it doesn't matter. Strangulation can smell the smell of Luther, the scent of Martian and terrestrial mixed, plus a little high-grade cologne.

Batman doesn't have any smell, he doesn't even look like a creature; Superman has no body smell, but he always gives people a warm smell, like the smell of sunlight.

But Luthor is different. Luther not only loves smoking cigars and drinking, he also waxes his bald head, sprays perfume on his body, and takes care of himself seriously. He is more like a human being. 78 Chinese Network

Although the surrounding odor environment is also quite complicated, after removing the taste of blood and thick juice, it is strangely pure.

In this way, the two quickly arrived in the bedroom with the door open, where they saw the golden bathtub filled with blood plasma and the luxurious full-length mirrors.

Doum knew what the death knell was looking for, a list or similar communication records, and he went to work without reminding.

And Su Ming, wearing infinite gloves, walked to the front of a mirror, staring at the world in the mirror as if looking at a calm stagnant pond.

In the mirror is a skeleton wearing a purple robe. Although there is no flesh and blood, the open jawbone seems to scream, which shows that she may have endured great pain before death.

As the death knell approached the mirror surface, the image gradually faded, concealed by the armor color outside the mirror, leaving only a faint outline.

"Heh, Marvel is also perverted enough to seal such dead bodies in the pocket space behind the mirror, just to play with their shadows every day, to prove that life is better than death?"

Just witnessing this scene, Su Ming realized that it was a kind of psychological hint, it was the hint of pleasure every time Lord Marvel looked at the mirror.

However, he previously resented and feared ‘death’, but now he will not. Su Ming modified his soul, leaving him with an IQ of only the Paramecium level, and he will never fear or rejoice anymore.

"No electronic equipment was found." With the help of the micro-robot, Dum searched the interior of the room and said without looking back: "Dum will search for paper materials and traces of magical energy. It will take a while. "

"There is time."

Su Ming nodded, stretched out his hand to touch the mirror, his palm went deep into it without hindrance, as if he had entered ice water:

"The ancients are having fun with Wade. The universe is currently very safe."

"That's a stable pocket space magic. You can go in and take a look." Even if he didn't look back, Dumu knew what the death knell was doing. The micro-robot network also provided him with a panoramic view: "The dead body is erased. It’s a concept, but maybe it can be used as a spellcasting material."

This is the truth. In voodoo, the claws of dead monkeys are often used as materials. Witch doctors think it can catch the trace of the soul. If it is replaced with a dead skeleton hand, the effect should be better.

Doctor Doom is different from regular wizards. He has no awe of any demon gods or conceptual incarnations. He is more like a scientist, just using phenomena in the world of ‘magic’.

The death knell behind the mask sighed. He didn't mean to go in, but used strangulation to extend the tentacles and fished out the dead body inside:

"Forget it when casting spells. I'm the death knell, and Wade is the deadpool. We are all connected to our respective deaths. I'll take these corpses and sell them to another death."

Logically speaking, if the conceptual embodiment is killed, there should be no corpses. I don't know how the cancerous universe is operated, but these shells are left behind, which may have some value, so I put it away first.

"Is it because there are words related to death in your names?" Dumu laughed, his fingers pinched the seal, and the energy in the armor automatically began to help him cast spells while flipping through all the paper materials.

There are a lot of materials here that have not been touched for a long time, and the mold on it has even grown tentacles.

Putting the bones into his pockets, Su Ming went to fish for the second wreck. He shook his head: "More than that, Victor, if you want to resurrect your mother, walking the path of death is the easiest choice. Countless **** lords control the soul. Flow, but the final end of the process is still with her."

"...Dum understands, Slade, don't forget what you promised." Doctor Doom's hand paused, and he took a breath: "The sooner the better."

"Did you see something? From your time machine."

The death knell packed the second dead body, wrapped the dead bones in the cloak, and said the inverted sentence for the master.

"That big event is getting closer and closer. At the end of time, the collision and fusion of parallel universes." Dumu found a piece of parchment, and he took it in his hand and paid attention to the content: "We are in On the ship, but it is not safe in a subsidiary dimension like hell. What Dom wants is his own mother, rather than receiving a mother from a different world in the future chaos."

"I will help you, just like you helped me." Su Ming nodded, he thought about it for a moment and then went to fish the third wreck: "It seems that besides the secret guest, I have to find some helper from next door. A most suitable **** is a bit busy lately, but I also know a female version of Hell detective... She is charged, not cash, needs hard currency, or all discounts into cigarettes and alcohol. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Dum doesn't know what's wrong with the person you are talking about, but the property is not a problem." The doctor took the parchment and walked towards the death knell. He showed the above text in front of the mercenary: "This is what you are looking for, right? He? Sure enough, as you expected."

Su Ming, who was holding the corpse, glanced at the sheepskin roll, took off his faceplate and smiled: "That's right, can your tracing magic still work?"

"Yes, Shuma Glash’s clone is in this universe, and Dum can use blood magic to his heart." Dr. Doom stopped talking about his mother. Although he was in a desperate mood, he knew that there was nothing in front of him. end.

"That's fine. Wait a minute. I want to recycle these'dead' corpses. Then you can take these mirrors away. I want to take away the red slurry trough over there. What else do you like? Something?"

The supreme mage who put away a wreck again took a look at the interior of the room. Luther and Deadpool didn't seem to have taken too many things, but there were fewer books related to knowledge, which may have been taken by Luther.

But the problem is not big. The behavior of bald head should be more like preventing something. After he suffered from Pepertua's loss, he should have understood that there has never been a savior, and human beings can only rely on themselves.

"What do you want this dirty bathtub for?" Dr. Doom raised his arms and said that there was nothing he could see here.

The death knell shrugged and replied very naturally: "Did you not eavesdrop what I said to Thanos? Wade is getting married. My cousin has to give him something, right? This trough is dirty, though. It's smelly, but it's pure gold at any rate. I'll find a place to rinse it with water, and it will definitely work..."

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