witcher in marvel

Chapter 93 The Banshee Singing Waka
Bai Jinglan rummaged through the Dimension pocket, and took out half of the Berserker's cane and the impact steel Gilgamesh.

"Max, you use the impact steel... um, wait."

Bai Jinglan used energy to change into the appearance of Kamen Rider Dark Kiva, and pointed to Max, "Imagine becoming like this."

Max was stunned: "Huh?"

Bai Jinglan repeated: "Hold the impact steel, look at this image, and describe yourself."

The impact steel has no fixed shape, it is just a ball of golden light, it will change shape according to the will of the holder.

The White Lantern Messenger cannot blatantly attack the military base, which means that Max must use the White Lantern power cautiously, so... just use a new skin.

Not knowing why, Max held the ball of light in her palm and closed her eyes.

In the next second, the ball of light flowed like water, enveloping her entire body.

After a few breaths, those intense rays of light dissipated, and Max had turned into Dark Kiva.

Of course, just a shell.

No matter how the appearance of this thing changes, it is only impact steel after all, and it will not change the ability of Kamen Rider.

Max looked at her hands in amazement, and Bai Jinglan smiled and said: "The impact steel is not as powerful as the white light ring, but it is also a very good piece of equipment, which is suitable for your mission this time... When you wear this When equipped, you can use the name of Dark Kiva."

Anyway, no one will pursue copyright fees!
"Ok!"

Max swung her fist hard, knocking the air loud.

This thing suits her appetite very much!

Bai Jinglan handed half of the cane to Zhai Ke, and said, "Zai Ke, I will lend you this for the time being."

"Thank you."

Although Zeke doesn't know what it is, it must be something good.

But when he reached out to grab it, Bai Jinglan's hand retreated a little, and warned: "This is an artifact in Norse mythology, it can turn a person into a superman, far surpassing your current physique, but... It has side effects. When you hold it, it will arouse the anger deep inside you. This negative emotion will make you very sad, so try not to touch it unless necessary. Also, don’t I lost it."

In fact, he cast the Flying Curse on the cane, and he wasn't afraid that Zeke would lose it.

But a word of warning, lest he not take it seriously.

"anger?"

Zeker chewed thoughtfully, took out a pair of finger-cut gloves from his pocket, and carefully took the half of the cane over.

……

……

Max and Zeke didn't waste any time, and when Leidick heard the news, they quickly packed up their bags and went to the military base.

Bai Jinglan slipped away to France to play games with Vivienne, and went around Paris with her at dawn, until it was almost evening when he opened the door again and went straight to the Los Angeles Convention Center.

A large number of Chinese cultural relics brought by Consul Han will be exhibited here for many days.

The opening party is about to begin.

Many Los Angeles celebrities dressed up to attend, and Hollywood stars can be seen from time to time.

Both Uncle Long and Carter were wearing neat suits and bow ties solemnly around their necks. They stood at the entrance of the exhibition center looking around, chatting from time to time.

Bai Jinglan looked at herself, still dressed in casual clothes.

He didn't intend to change his clothes either, and walked straight to Uncle Long and the two: "Inspector Li, Officer Carter."

Uncle Long heaved a sigh of relief, and greeted him with a smile: "Mr. Bai, you've finally arrived. If you're a little later, you won't be able to catch up with the opening ceremony."

Bai Jinglan laughed: "This means that the timing of my pinching is just right."

He looked at Carter and said with a smile: "Officer Carter, what about the colleagues you invited? Did no one accept your invitation?"

Carter with his arms akimbo, like a black teapot, yelled angrily, "I'm the most popular in the police station. How come no one accepts my invitation?"

Uncle Long curled his lips and skillfully dismantled the stage: "Carter, it's true that quite a few of your colleagues have come, but they didn't come because of you."

Bai Jinglan raised her eyebrows slightly: "What? Something happened again?"

A bunch of policemen suddenly appeared, and they couldn't come to look at the antiques collectively.

Uncle Long's face changed slightly, and he lowered his voice: "There is nothing wrong with Consul Han. Surong is closely protected by the FBI and bodyguards, and she will not give those guys any chance, but... an accident happened in the exhibition center. Several security guards went missing that night. People are panicking now. If the date hadn’t been set and invitations sent out, Consul Han would have wanted to cancel the exhibition.”

Carter said to himself: "Don't worry, Li, now that the FBI and our LAPD are involved, the troublemakers will definitely be caught soon!"

"hope so."

Uncle Long is obviously not as confident as Carter.

When the three walked into the exhibition center, the opening party had already begun.

Well-dressed celebrities, each holding a wine glass, gathered in a small circle to talk and laugh happily.

Bai Jinglan was not interested in those people, but just looked at those antiques with great interest.

Suddenly, his nostrils twitched, and his expression changed slightly.

Uncle Long didn't pay attention to the change in his expression. He took two glasses of red wine from the waiter, handed one of them to Bai Jinglan, and raised his chin to the rostrum in the center: "The opening party is about to begin."

On the rostrum at this time, Consul Han was sitting side by side with two foreigners, looking at the bustling crowd below, with a look of unconcealable anxiety.

Bai Jinglan pointed to the two foreigners and asked, "Who are those two?"

Uncle Long said: "The person on the left of Consul Han is the FBI, who is in charge of protecting Consul Han; the one on the right is Consul Han's friend. He used to serve as a diplomat in Hong Kong Island, and was transferred back to Los Angeles not long ago. This time The exhibition of cultural relics was facilitated by him."

Bai Jinglan suddenly realized.

confirmed.

This guy is the black hand behind the scam consul Han.

However, the biggest trouble tonight is not him.

Bloody smell.

From the control room upstairs.

There is also a hint of... darkness.

Not so long ago.

It's a pity that he was in Paris before, and he was too far away from here, and the magic compass couldn't track him down, otherwise he could arrive in time and catch the troublemaker.

Hmm... This breath is very strange, it doesn't seem to come from hell.

Could it be that a dimensional demon god jumped in?

Those powerful dimensional demon gods cannot avoid the magical network of the temple, but weak clones, avatars, etc., are hard to attract the attention of the magical network, such as Mephisto, Satanish, Marduk and the like. The lords of hell have all used their avatars to walk on the earth, develop believers or deceive people into signing contracts.

The strength of these clones is very limited, but each one is very cunning.

However, the trace of breath that appeared here did not have the sulfurous smell of hell, and it didn't seem like something from hell.

who can that be?

While Bai Jinglan was secretly on guard, the opening party officially started.

Consul Han tidied up his clothes, walked to the microphone, and delivered a welcome speech: "Good evening, everyone. I am Consul Han, and I welcome you on behalf of Huaxia. Here, I am honored to introduce the treasures of Huaxia for 5000 years. These ancient relics have only been discovered recently. , they are priceless treasures that symbolize Chinese culture..."

Suddenly, the lights in the entire exhibition center went out.

Then, a faint singing sound echoed.

The voice was intermittent, like weeping, echoing in the empty exhibition hall, making people's scalp numb...even if few people could understand it.

Because the singing is not in English, but in Japanese, and it is in ancient Japanese.

Bai Jinglan doesn't know Japanese, but he knows magic. He throws a translation spell at random, and he can understand it immediately... The translation spell can even translate animal languages, let alone ancient Japanese!

But listen to the singing voice:

"year after year
A Hundred Flowers Are Blooming In Spring

Whether to live next year and spring
only heaven can tell

florescence
Melancholy
Shier
The fate of man..."

Not only are they using ancient Japanese, but they are also singing ancient Japanese Waka.

Could it be that this troublesome ghost came from Japan?
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(End of this chapter)