The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 461 Clues
The Joker is a skinny man.

He has short curly green hair, and is wearing a dark purple suit. The green waistcoat is matched with the white shirt lining. The color contrast is extremely exaggerated and particularly conspicuous.

Of course, what is more interesting is his face.

It was a sharp-edged face smeared with pale white powder.

Deep wrinkles are clearly visible under the white powder, and a circle of black dust is smeared on the sunken eye sockets. Combined with the huge white of the eyes and the pupils that are almost shrunk into a black spot, it gives people a chilling and weird feeling.

His lips were painted with a layer of scarlet paint, and the corners of his mouth extended extremely long to both sides.

Looking carefully, he found that under the layer of paint, there was an extremely deep scar between the upper and lower jaws—his mouth had been cut open.

If you continue to look at the scar along the corner of the mouth, you can see that the clown's weirdness is more than that,
The front of his forehead, the front of his ears, his lips, and his neck are all covered with a layer of rough stitches, and along the sides of the stitches, a layer of clearly divided flesh and blood can be detected.

The clown's skin and his face are two whole.

To be more precise, his face had been cut off, and the skin was fixed on it only by needlework.

"Sorry to meet you under these circumstances."

The clown stood up calmly, stretched out his hand to adjust the position of his face through the silky white gloves, and said with a grin, "Actually, we should have met earlier, in Gotham.

It's a pity that I had to find out where my face was, which wasted a little time. "

"Ah,"

Li Ang smiled, recalling those years in Gotham, and said indifferently: "Indeed, if I could meet Your Excellency in Gotham at that time, it should be very interesting."

"yes,"

The clown straightened up, and said with some emotion: "Now, Your Excellency Li Ang, you are already the Messiah, the savior, and I am just a tiny insect whose face is glued to flesh and blood.
For you now, you only need a look, and I am afraid that you can easily crush me into powder. "

Li Ang smiled and said nothing. His four-dimensional vision could clearly see that there was absolutely no trace of any supernatural power on the Joker. In other words, this former Gotham crime king was an ordinary human being through and through.

What kind of great things can an ordinary criminal do with his talents and wisdom?
Li Ang was looking forward to this.

At this time, Constantine walked out of the darkness without haste. Every time the transformed warlock took a step forward, the lit rune circle on the ground shone brighter.

The Ghost Rider subconsciously turned into a skeleton and skeletal shape, and ignited the hellfire. The raging flames spread across the floor, engulfing the Harley motorcycle parked not far away almost instantly.

However, this time the Harley motorcycle was not infected by the hell fire—the rune released by Constantine took the lead in surrounding the motorcycle, spreading a circular barrier on its surface to block the flames.

Before Johnny Fraser or Ghost Rider could think too much, he pulled out the iron chain and slammed it in the direction of Constantine.

The iron lock burning with raging fire was like a poisonous python, bending in mid-air with a strange arc, rushing towards Constantine's face with lightning speed.

This time, Constantine, who came prepared, would not be in such a hurry as before, and directly summoned a pentagram-shaped magic circle, suspended on the road ahead of the chain.

The magic circle taken from the medieval witch sacrificial ceremony can directly summon hell evils (unlike ordinary demons, it is difficult to say that evils have self-awareness, they are more like unconscious primitive beasts.)
The magic circle of the pentagram flickered endlessly, and after a very short delay, a mass of pink giant octopus tentacles with a pungent sulfur breath emerged from the circle.

The giant tentacles expanded and swelled unconsciously, pushing away the pile of discarded parts piled up on the ground. The octopus suction cups inside the tentacles would even use huge suction to wrap up those auto parts covered in black oil, and slowly drag them towards The pentagram circle itself.

The forward direction of the iron chain was completely blocked by the tentacles, and the momentum remained undiminished. It was poured into layers of thick flesh like a mud cow into the sea, splashing out putrid pus.

As soon as the pus touched the ground, it immediately corroded the cement floor into huge skeletons. While bursts of scorched smoke rose, three or two pink octopuses the size of a fist rose from the pus.

The newly born little octopuses waved their tentacles and ran towards the dark corners of the repair shop at an extremely fast speed. Before they could run a few steps, they were overtaken by the overwhelming hell fire, accompanied by a stern "squeak" With a sound, it exploded completely.

However, even the devil fire from hell wrapped around the iron chain can't cause enough damage to the big tentacles themselves—no matter how much the devil fire burns, new pieces of flesh can immediately grow from the wounds of the tentacles to fill the gap.

Under the ebb and flow, Ghost Rider's chains kept getting caught in the tentacles, forcing the latter to wave his palms, cut off part of the chains, and cut off his tail to survive.

"That's enough, Fraser, you brat, can you show some respect to the guests? I'm going to put you in confinement if you're here!"

The clown lectured in the tone of a parent reprimanding a child, and the ghost rider seemed to have sensed the restraint of the hell's evil spirits, silently put away the chains, and stood where he was.

Constantine grinned, stretched out his hand, and adjusted the position of the magic circle, causing the octopus tentacles to shrink and flatten continuously, and finally converge into long strips, which were attached to the walls, floors, and ceilings of the auto repair shop to form a natural barrier.

In this environment, even the Ghost Rider cannot escape.

The situation is very good.

"Then, respected Your Excellency Li Ang,"

The clown pulled the collar of the suit, stuffed the white silk gloves into the jacket pocket of the purple suit, spread the suit on both sides, and said with a smile indifferently: "You are such a big man who always saves the earth, How can you pay attention to pawns like me and Johnny?
You should be busy with the Alien Alliance right now? "

"First of all, you are definitely not a pawn. Brain is more important than extraordinary strength."

Li Ang looked at the crime king of Gotham with great interest, and said calmly: "Secondly, my talent, or talent, is to be able to see through the clues on the surface of things, find their inner connections, and finally sort out these clues. , pointing to the only and certain truth.

In my opinion, you, Ghost Rider Johnny Blazer, and the forces of hell behind you are an important part of the invasion of the earth by the alien coalition forces. "

(End of this chapter)