A day later, a hospital

“...！？” When Xingle woke up, he saw the same white ceiling that he didn't recognize, but the style was a mold printed, and with the bright sunlight shining into his eyes, he immediately realized where he was now...

"Here it is... Hospital? ”

"Of course it's the hospital, or do you think I'm going to throw you in that rubble and let you be eaten by wild beasts?"

The voice replied to Xing Le, who was lying on the hospital bed, and made Xing Le turn his head and look at the side of the hospital bed, only to see Wu Yong, who had a piece of gauze on his face, sitting on the edge of the bed in a hospital gown with the skin of an apple peeled in his hand.

“... Ah Yong? What happened? Xingle only felt that his consciousness and memories were vague now, and he couldn't make up the complete memory fragments at all, and his head was chaotic, as if something was hindering him from remembering.

"Can't remember?" Wu Yong twitched the corners of his mouth at this, scum... I've worked so hard that you forgot about it with the sentence 'What happened', or are you not a brother?

"Can't remember, kindly... Disorderly. Xingle shook his head, and just as he wanted to sit up from the hospital bed, he was pressed by Wu Yong's head with a finger and pushed back to the bed.

"Save your energy, I'm already fainting, if you faint for a few more days, our coin consumption and writing reports will rise again."

Wu Yong said, he quickly slashed the peeled apple in his hand a few times, and the whole apple flesh spread out like a flower, Wu Yong picked up a petal of flesh and asked, "Do you want a piece?" Look you're hungry too. ”

"I'm hungry." Xingle exhaled, picked up a piece of pulp, ate it, chewed it a few times, swallowed it, and asked, "Okay, what the hell is going on?" I don't even remember what happened after that. ”

“... Do you remember when the clown embodied your fears? Wu Yong just thought about it, and then asked Xingle rhetorically, and this question activated Xingle's memory, remembering the scene where the clown pounced on him.

“！！！” As soon as his head hurt, Xingle immediately covered his head, and the memories of that time immediately flooded into his brain, and a terrifying image reappeared in front of his eyes in the form of a hallucination.

"Calm down, boy, the matter has been resolved, it should be said, I solved it."

Wu Yong held down Xingle, who was in PTSD, and just said this, which made Xingle temporarily stop the chain effect of this fear.

“... You... Did you solve it? ... Ah~~~ I must complain to Brother Lin this time. ”

Frightened, Xingle lay on the hospital bed, put his arm on his slightly headache head, and began to complain, a cell coin, just because of this, caused a planet to stop spinning, and if it went to the next level, God knows what would happen even worse.

"It's definitely going to be a complaint... Anyway, I think it's quite thrilling this time, although the embodied 'that' doesn't even have a 1/100,000 power, but... The use of the blood of the Son of God and the swan song only runs through its eyebrows, which really makes me worry about you, after all, you will have to face that kind of thing in the future, and fight to the death. ”

Wu Yong said, looking at Xingle, the fear that appeared was the enemy that Xingle had been destined to face since birth.

And not to mention Darkseid, the supreme god who created an entire series of universes, there will be no chance of victory against that monster.

Even the worldly deacons of the Origin are unable to cope with this kind of existence, and the number of times they abound.

If you want to say that you have successfully defeated this kind of existence, the only one who won in that battle is the co-teacher of the two - Lin. Mei, because of this, Xingle will work so hard to keep up with his teacher, and he wants to become stronger for this.

It's a monster in the true sense of the word, and at the very least, it needs a savior-level existence to be able to fight against.

Independent of the root, self-contained existence and law existence, in the sense of existence, is already the meaning of confrontation with the plural multiverse.

The universe that Xingle was born in was also completely lifeless because of this existence, including his own father, who was also a worldly deacher...

Xingle can more or less imagine what Wu Yong did at that time, especially in order to resist the terrible oppressive force that even the entire planet was stationary, it can be said that it is really good that Wu Yong was able to destroy 'that' just by relying on the situation at that time.

Thanks to the embodiment of the clown's fear, It's just that it is just a fake with low output, and as for the value of the other party, it depends on how high the power of the embodied deity is, so that a fake with a strength of less than 1/100,000 of the deity is produced, otherwise, even if all the blood of the Son of God, that is, the entire existence of God is used by Wu Yong, it is useless.

It can be seen how heavy the burden of Xingle's future is.

"And after that? What happened after that? ”

"Don't think I'll spend a day sending you all over alone... After that thing was gone, everyone present collapsed, and I was no exception, the difference was that I was the only one who remained conscious, and everyone else was scared and fainted, and I took a break to regain my strength, and I used a satellite phone to contact Interpol and took our side to the hospital. ”

After Wu Yong finished speaking, he also looked quite emotional, took a bite of the apple, Xingle was silent for a moment after hearing it, but there was still a little comfort in his heart, at least he and the others did not sacrifice or anything.

“... How is everyone? ”

"I was assigned to another ward, temporarily isolated, in the ancient tomb, maybe something will enter the body, so it was examined in detail, at least now there is no danger detected, and everyone has come to their senses, you and I naturally don't need it, after all, even if that kind of thing really exists, it will soon be swallowed up by the root of our connection itself."

After listening to this, Xingle nodded, and then remembered the culprit who made this matter a big deal, his eyes were fierce, and he asked:

"And what about the Joker? Interpol's wrist can't detain him at all, let us take over, and I will 'responsibly' send him to a place where Batman will never be seen again, and let him hate me for the rest of his life and die there." ”

This guy... Isn't the definition of 'responsible' a bit distorted and dark?

But... If it were someone else, I'm afraid the treatment of the clown would be even more brutal, Xingle is to make the clown live worse than dead, and others are to let the clown not even be allowed to leave the powder to destroy, so... Well, there's no comparison.

However, Xingle said so, but Wu Yong's expression when he looked at Xingle was full of some helplessness and complexity, and then sighed, and then... I took a folder that had been on the counter for a while, and brought it over.

"Old Han, you'd better take a look at this, and after reading this, tell me how to 'treat' the clown."

"Huh?" After Xingle listened, he was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the folder, took the folder in his hand strangely, opened it, and saw ...

“... Autopsy report!? Victim... Clown!? The clown is dead!? Xingle looked at the title text written on the first page of the document, his eyes immediately widened, he never thought that the clown who had plotted against him... The autopsy report has already been issued.

And so on and so forth! The so-called autopsy report can actually be bought, if you want to, as long as you have money, you can even write on the autopsy report, and many girls xxx, xx died, this ridiculous thing.

"I know you're thinking that this kind of thing can be imitated, but the first person to be sure that he is dead is me, although I don't have your eyes to detect biological physiological conditions, but the fluctuations of life energy, my eyes can also see, so... He's really dead. ”

Wu Yong recalled that he confirmed the clown's physiological state at that time, but he just saw... The figure of the hyena Yummy fell to his knees weakly, losing all strength in his body, and maintained his head high, showing no signs of breathing or heartbeat similar to a biological reaction.

After a while, the cell coin began to fall on the body's body, hitting the ancient stone brick floor, making an unexpectedly crisp sound, and as the cell coin peeled off, the clown's body inside was immediately exposed.

Wu Yong, on the other hand, saw an expression with a wide open mouth, a face that was distorted to make people unable to believe that this was made by a living person, and at the same time his eyes widened bloodshot and lost all his breath.

However, among the many deaths that Wu Yong has seen, the death of the clown is the one that is most familiar to him.

“... Death... Scared?! ”

Wu Yong's words made Xingle finally turn the next page of the document after a deep thought, and finally in the cause of death, he saw the cause of death that Xingle couldn't even imagine, the clown, was he scared to death? This is inevitable...

"Okay, I know what you're thinking, but it's true, this guy's death, I've seen too much in the ancient tomb, and to put it bluntly, the scared corpse is the normal corpse for me."

Wu Yong couldn't laugh or cry about this, the most vicious neurotic criminal in Gotham who didn't want to be against would be scared to death by being scared to death, if it was Batman, I am afraid that the degree of weirdness would be even higher than you think.

Xingle was surprised at the same time, and at the same time, he also turned the next page of the folder, and saw a photo of the corpse before the autopsy, just like that, Xingle could see the horror on the pale body and the familiar face on the corpse... It's just the absolute fear of complete despair that has become a sharp blade for the heart to stop.

The clown, who used to be the second feared in Gotham, is actually dying because of fear at this moment, I have to say that this is a kind of irony, a kind of irony that can be called a joke, but the true meaning of this joke is death......