The Death Knell

In the deformed and vibrant city, various strange sounds are constantly heard, and various strange things fly in the sky from time to time, most of which are shapes that are difficult to describe in words.

On the roadside's fleshy curb, Deathstroke and the old man sat side by side. Neither of them continued to talk, but smoked silently.

The cigarettes Constantine smokes are the British version of Zika, which costs about two pounds a pack and is basically unavailable in China.

It's mainly a cigarette worth about 20 yuan equivalent to RMB. It tastes like chili powder mixed with tea leaves, and the smoky feeling in the throat is unbearable to most people except for real old smokers, so there is no market for it. The prospects are promising.

As far as Su Ming's previous life was concerned, Silka cigarettes were popular for a while in the late 1980s, but at that time the domestic translation of its name was "Shiyun".

It's neither a transliteration nor a free translation. In fact, if I insist on saying so, this smoke should be called "Silk Road". But Zha Kang is very suitable for smoking this cigarette. He has indeed always been 'unlucky'.

Because I often don’t have money to buy cigarettes, wouldn’t it be a bad idea to stop smoking?

Squatting on the side of the road, he came up with another cold joke. Su Ming was very satisfied with himself and helped it think up the advertising slogans. He said that by smoking Sika cigarettes, he would get the same charm as a throat cancer patient from Batman. bubble sound

"Everyone, let me talk about you. I entered the nightmare as a way to save my life. Why did you come in?" The old man's turbid eyes swept over everyone's face, with a slight smile on his lips: "There are men and women. Yes, you’re not here for an outing to relax, are you?”

"Actually, we're here to save people." Barry was the loosest of words. Once he knew something in the past, everyone in Zhenglian would soon know it.

Now when the old man asked, his mouth began to move at high speed, and he told almost everything about Luther's disappearance.

He didn't know much, so he spoke very quickly. Maybe he was happy to see someone of the same kind in a strange and scary world.

"Ugh~" After listening to Xiao Shan's story, the old man exhaled a puff of smoke and nodded: "I see, although I don't quite understand why a bald guy can join the Justice League, but since you are all here, There is no way out."

"What do you mean by that?" Zatanna raised her eyebrows. Her delicate makeup was now stained with eyeshadow due to vomiting.

"This is the realm of nightmares, and it is also a huge nightmare. Have you ever had nightmares?" Zha Kang threw away the cigarette **** in his hand, took out a new one from the cigarette case to refill, took a deep breath and said: " People don’t know what they will dream about before going to bed, but after falling asleep, if they dream of something scary, it is not up to the person himself to decide whether to wake up or not.”

"I know this. It's called 'Ghost on the Bed' in the East." Leopard Girl also squatted down next to the death knell. She grabbed her own tail and played with it: "I have also had that experience. I dreamed about the fur on my body. It’s all gone, I’m scared to death, but I can’t wake up.”

How can I put it, she quite likes to be beautiful, even if she is in the state of a leopard or half-orc, she does not want to lose her hair.

"Haha, what you said is almost the same, that's the truth, cough cough!" Zha Kang coughed again, and there seemed to be the sound of mucus rolling in his chest, but it was most likely dirty blood: "The same goes for the nightmare dimension, you guys It's easy to come in, but not so easy to go out, because whether you can wake up or not is not up to you."

"No matter what kind of difficulties there are, we have to break through." Wonder Woman stood guard with her arms folded. She looked at the darkness in the streets with vigilance: "The Justice League will not abandon its teammates, never."

"Ah, this tastes right, bright and majestic superheroes." Zha Kang's wrinkled face showed an expression that couldn't be said to be ridicule or approval. He quickly lowered his head to smoke and only heard a voice: "Then what? If you don't want me to act together with you, whether I can help is another matter. Anyway, I am idle."

As he said this, he patted his **** and pretended to stand up.

It's just that his body looked too old and weak. He tried hard several times but couldn't stand up. He could only look at the death knell beside him, hoping that he could help him.

"Don't you want to get involved like this?" Barry had no intention of reaching out to help anyone. He looked at the **** detective in front of him with sympathy and said, "I see that your problem is not just a prostate problem, but also a problem in your lower limbs. , and you also have advanced lung cancer, I’m afraid you can’t even run.”

"You don't understand, young Flash." Zha Kang was about to say something, but he immediately coughed and spit out a large mouthful of black blood: "I am a spell caster. I rely on experience and brain. It doesn't matter what my body is like. Do you think so, Xiao Zha?"

"That's true"

The witch agreed to this statement, but her words were full of hesitation, and she obviously did not want to be taken into danger by a dying ex-boyfriend.

Even though Constantine from the parallel world is still a lot older, his counterpart from another world is also his ex-boyfriend.

"Hey~ don't worry." While everyone was arguing about this matter, Deathstroke reached out and pressed Zha Kang's shoulder, and squeezed it twice: "Luthor's life is very hard, and he doesn't have much right now. It’s dangerous, so don’t rush to save him, but you, when was the last time you drank since you came in?”

The teammates didn't know why Deathstroke said that, but they didn't say anything because this man always had a reason for doing things.

"Where's the wine? There's only blood and corrupted mucus and pus here." The old man smiled bitterly. He put his hands on his face and rubbed it. He looked up at the red sky: "I haven't had wine for a long time. Maybe I'm passive. Maybe he’ll quit.”

"I have it here, what do you want to drink?"

Deathstroke laughed enthusiastically. He took out bottles of wine from his pocket and introduced them as if he were entertaining guests in a supermarket:

"These are all products from Skywalker Liquor Industry. They are absolutely exquisite. This is ten-year-old whiskey, this is ten-year-old rum, and here is a bottle of vodka. It's amazing. It's actually twenty years old. Or should I say Do you want to drink some Chinese liquor?"

A pile of various bottles were placed on the red meat carpet, and UU Reading www.uukaｎshu.com Deathstroke generously let Zha Kang choose as much as he wanted.

"Oh? Then I'm not welcome, I want them all." The old man showed a philistine and cunning expression. He bent down and took all the wine bottles into his arms: "If there is wine, I won't bother to hang out with you. Well, you go, I'm going to start rewarding myself."

"Elaborate on the reward?" Su Ming patted his skinny shoulder and made a joke. Without waiting for the other party's answer, he added: "It's pointless for you to drink alone. I'll drink with you. I used to drink with another person from Earth 0." If you drink, I can drink a hundred of his drinks, how about you?"

"Haha, this is my drinking capacity." The old man held out a finger.

Barry blinked and knelt down beside him: "A bottle of whiskey? That's really quite drinkable."

Unexpectedly, the old man rolled his eyes, looked at the Flash with contempt, who couldn't drink, and drank some champagne at most. He gestured with that finger again and corrected:

"I mean, keep drinking!"