If the average person tells you that he has good news and bad news, it is most likely that he brought bad news and worse news.

But if a madman tells you that he has good news and bad news, then maybe there really is good news and bad news, because madmen are just crazy, and they don't usually lie to people.

So Cyber thought for a moment, and then he said,

"Let's talk about the bad ones first. ”

The clown pressed the fingers of his left hand against his cheek, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, "The bad news is that little Gambol and they have also escaped from prison, and they plan to go back to Gotham to give you and your relatives a good look!"

Cyber glared at him,

"What's bad news about that? Do they just want me to kill them again?"

The clown spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders,

"Anyway, according to my understanding, this is bad news, but since you are a madman, I don't care about you, let's talk about the good news, the good news is that Mephisto will not come back in a short time, according to the news I heard, the opening time of the Supreme Mage's mirror prison is generally measured in hundreds of years, so we don't need to worry about the big demon king seeking revenge for at least 100 years!"

Cyber pursed his lips,

"Well... That sounds good, but I'm curious, how do you know so much about the Supreme Mage? It stands to reason that you, a new Devil's Warden, don't have that much time to inquire about this?"

"Because I have special channels, well, I don't need to say more. ”

The clown obviously didn't want to waste too much time on this topic, and he rubbed his hands a little excitedly, "I can't wait to go back to Gotham, that's where I'm supposed to be, and my little bat... Aha, I'm going to build a small hell there, so that every evil soul can quickly reappear in this world, so it's fun to play, it's really nice to die... There's so much more to do, it's amazing!"

After saying that, he stood up, took out the St. Van Gonza Contract, and unfolded it, and the moment the scroll was unfolded, the sky of the entire San Van Gonza town turned into a darkest color, and the gusts of yin wind that came out of nowhere completely changed a place occupied by the dead into what it should have been.

Cyber stood beside the Joker, and his eyes could even see the changes in the rules of the town's edges, the souls that hid in the darkness, the souls that had been tortured for 200 years, appeared under the dark sky in various ways the moment the Joker tore open the scroll.

"Citizens of St. Van Gonza!

"Come, appear before me according to the requirements of this inviolable contract!"

The clown opened his arms and shouted in the dark storm,

"Come on, appear in front of me, The Joker!"

One by one, the black souls were suspended in the square in front of the clown, and at this moment, the necromancers who were pulled by the power of the soul rolled up a cold wind, as if they wanted to vent their grievances for more than 200 years, when 1,000 necromancers gathered together, the storm they rolled up was enough to make any ordinary person freeze to death here in an instant.

"Hmph, be quiet!"

Sai Bo, who was holding the knife, snorted coldly, the magma-like aura in his eyes shone brightly, and the dark red eyes swept across the square in front of him, like a monster with a bloody mouth open, which immediately quieted those crying souls.

The clown coughed lightly, he stepped forward and held up the contract in his hand,

"Introduce yourself, my name is Joker, you can call me Joker, or Mr. Clown, don't call me a freak and a madman, I'll be very unhappy, now there is only one thing to call you out, I want to discuss it with you!"

He shook the text of the contract in his hand,

"I've heard you've been trapped for more than 200 years in this place where birds don't? I give you a chance now, follow me, and we will go to another place, a more prosperous, more beautiful, more wonderful, but also darker, more depraved, uglier place, where I will unfold a miniature hell with the help of your powers, but I will not kill you, nor will I wear down your sanity... I'll even give it to you... Freedom!"

As soon as the word appeared, the souls who had been intimidated by the Cyber began to scream again, their minds had been almost worn out for a long time, but the desire for freedom was deeply engraved in their bones, and even caused a commotion.

"Okay, okay, be quiet, you poor creatures! It's just limited freedom! I'm not going to let you run around and eat other people's souls, but I'm going to give you a week off, 3 years and 7 days of annual leave, by the way, for those bad souls, I won't stop you from eating it, after all, you also need supplies, but! All this good is conditional!"

The clown's voice paused, he glanced at the necromancers, and he exclaimed,

"That is, you can't leave Gotham! until my consciousness is completely erased!"

"Buzz"

A hum of the soul sounded, this seemed to be the way of communication between souls, Cyber didn't understand, and he didn't want to understand, but the clown could, who had been a warden for 4 years, was already a master in this area, and he answered the questions of the unenlightened necromancers one by one.

"No! it's not captivity, it's a change of place, a bigger place!"

"How big? Hey, man, you're stupid, how big is a city?"

"Oh, forgot, you're 200-year-old antiques... Let me think! Silence! Let me think about it!"

The clown's head was so big at these questions that he roared, and a huge terrifying ghost appeared behind his body, holding a bone scale in one hand and a soul-attracting lamp in the other, and a skeleton painted with oil paint on his face.

This is probably the power that the clown got in hell, which is not worth mentioning to the current Cyber, he can ignite the evil in this ghost shadow with a little effort, and burn him to the ground, but he will not do it, but the ability of this devil warden is a huge pressure on these ordinary necromancers, and they immediately quieted down.

The clown scratched his head and thought about it, and gave these necromancers a vague answer,

"Well, Gotham probably has... Yes, one-tenth of the size of the entire desert, one-fifth of the desert if you count the suburbs and the surrounding satellite cities!"

He originally thought that this answer would displease the necromancers, but the next moment, the first necromancer rushed into the clown's body, then the second, the third, and finally, the 1,000 souls poured madly around the clown's body in the form of a dark storm.

It lasted for 3 minutes, and after the last soul entered his body, the ruins of St. Vangonza, which had been holding on for more than 200 years, were turned into sand in an instant, and these necromancers maintained their memories of their home in their own power, but now, they had a better place to go, and this place could naturally be abandoned.

The clown stood in place, trembling his body, it was a big burden for him to accommodate 1000 necromancers at a time, and it wasn't until 5 minutes later that he barely regained his ability to move, he turned his head to look at Cyber, those eyes had turned completely black, and there were two dark bat wings behind him, blurred and unshaped, but the clown's own strength was increased to at least 10 times.

If he wanted to fight Cyber, Cyber would have to put a lot of effort into it.

"Well, these dirt buns, in their worldview, one-fifth of this desert is like the size of the whole world, I knew it was so easy, why did I need to say so much? ”

The clown waved his hand weakly at Cyber,

"I'm going back to Gotham, goodbye. ”

"Can you go back?"

Cyber looked at his staggering steps and asked with some concern, "Could it be that the exorcist killed him halfway?"

"Hey, there's a limit to underestimating people, okay?"

The clown slashed his middle finger at Cyberbie viciously, "I'm no weaker than the stupid Witch Demon now, I'll go back to find your daddy's soul, I promised you what I promised you will do, and I hope you can do what you promised me!"

"No!"

Cyber waved his hand, took a cigar from his pocket and put it in his mouth, lit it with a silver lighter, took a deep breath of smoke, and said to the clown,

"Daddy may be rude, but he's a sincere believer on the inside... So, don't go to him, let him return to the arms of his "Lord", that is the true happiness for him, I'm talking about other people..."

He carefully took out the souls of Kevin and Sergei from his arms and handed them to the Joker,

"Their bodies are in Central City, you can run for me first... Before you leave, I have three more questions for you... I want you to answer me honestly!"

"How did you do all this?"

Cyber looked at the clown, "I don't think you're improvising, it's a lot like yours, but I want to hear the truth!"

The clown scratched his head with some difficulty,

"Well, you know, I'm not a big fan of plans, I'm a natural person who likes to ask people about their plans, figure out their plans, disrupt their plans, take advantage of their plans... Then one day, I heard his whisper from the Witchheart... Then I thought about the rumors I'd heard about the Supreme Mage... And then... Mephisto's plan somehow became known to the Supreme Mage... Probably because he was unlucky. ”

"Sure enough, you leaked the secret!"

Saiber's eyes narrowed, "I'll just say, how can you be willing to serve Mephisto, and a guy like you can be his best employee..."

"No, no, no!

The clown put his finger up to his mouth, "Shhhh You know, I'm a very simple person, I always like to talk to myself, I can't hide secrets in my heart, I always like to find someone to share... I swear, I didn't leak my boss's plan to the Supreme Mage, oh my god... Someone like Gu Yi, she will strangle me to death the first time she sees me!"

"Okay okay, second question... Why are you doing this?"

Seber asked again, and the question made the clown froze in place, and he scratched his hair, and said suspiciously,

"Why? What why, why? Do I need a reason for doing things?"

An evil smile flashed across his face,

"Hey, man, I just wanted to do that, so I did, and I said I was going to play with the little bat forever until his will and bottom line were completely broken!

The clown patted his chest, "The dead don't die again! But the living don't live forever... This is for the little bat, and I want him to live forever! Until he is willing to admit to me that everything he does is shit! Everything he insists on is meaningless, until he admits it himself, he is a madman! And until that day comes, this hell will go on and on... Shhh, don't tell this secret to the little bat~"

Cyber couldn't understand this attachment, but he didn't have to, he shook his head, his eyes closed slightly,

"Last question, can I trust you?"

He opened his eyes, dark red eyes and the magma-lit ring of flames, leaping in his eyes, this was the last question, and the most important question that would determine whether the clown could get out of this place today.

In the face of those dangerous eyes, the clown was not afraid, nor defensive, nor resistant, he just spread his hands and said with an indifferent face,

"As long as you don't interfere with me and his game... You can trust me! After all, there is no deep hatred between you and me, except that you killed me once and I blew you half to death, did it?"