The Death Knell

Su Ming probably knew what Wade was thinking, but he had no intention of delving into it. The boundaries between what was reality and what was illusion were very blurry. .

There is little meaning in studying that, and in the end it is likely to turn into philosophical speculation, such as one flower, one world...

Therefore, Su Ming only needs to pay Wade. Wade is playing a mercenary, and Su Ming is also playing a mercenary. In Wade's eyes, everyone is an actor.

Empathy is just the basics of tactics.

"Go get something quickly, I'll need it later."

Su Ming finished thinking and pushed Wade's stinking body to tell him not to get so close.

"That's it...no, the energy is coming again...I'll take a nap."

Wade fell head over heels.

"He died again." Hamill glanced at Wade lightly and reported to Su Ming.

"Well, I saw it, and I was so dead."

Su Ming pulled Wade's body and looked at his dagger. Could the Tears of Death also have an effect here? Or have the dead spore flowers not been digested yet?

Wade did not die instantly, but waited for a while after resurrecting, as if he had an indirect attack.

It would be nice if Holloway was here and could do an autopsy on Wade. Now Su Ming and others don't have enough medical skills to completely determine the cause of death.

Ciri sat speechlessly next to Mysterio, hugging her knees and looking aggrieved. Sure enough, what Slade said was right, people in this world can really live and die.

Not only that, Deadpool actually said thank you and committed suicide.

Thinking about Vesemir, Ciri gradually became distracted.

"I'm done, what about you?"

Within a few seconds, Wade jumped up again. He rubbed his lower back and said to Su Ming in a confident tone as if he had just finished exercising.

"You are faster again, I still have to wait for you to do my work." Su Ming replied calmly. At this time, the flying carpet turned into a magical floating cloak was hovering in mid-air. Without gems, it was not time to move forward.

"Hey, what are you talking about? In the dream, I was a real man after seven days and seven nights, and I didn't stop for a minute." The white eyes on Wade's mask widened, and he emphasized the words "real man" very much. .

"You are the only one who knows anyway, right? How can you prove what happened in the dream?" Su Ming deliberately teased him. He knew that this was not a dream while sleeping, but that Deadpool's soul had arrived in the Courtyard of Death.

"Uh...stab me again, this time I took a photo with my phone, no...can I see what I took in the dream in reality? Is my body always here? ?" After receiving Su Ming's affirmative answer, Deadpool held his head and said, "What's going on? My head hurts so much. I can't understand. It's like I'm hungover. You must have messed with my brain before. If it’s damaged, you’ll have to pay for it.”

"Okay, I'll give you another 100. Are you satisfied?" Su Ming spread his hands. It was all a blank check anyway. There was no way to cash it until the task was completed: "Go and get the things quickly."

Deadpool, who was about to climb over the wall to visit the editorial office, forgot about it after getting the money. Indeed, he was still on task, so he could put aside women's matters later.

He thought for a moment, twisted a few knobs on his belt, then patted the black and red Deadpool emblem in the middle and disappeared.

A second later, he appeared again, holding a black-red gem in his hand.

It's just that he is now in tatters, and there is a large gap on one side of his body, as if a large piece of his internal organs has been eaten, and it is slowly healing.

He twisted his intestines like clothes, scooped out the blood from his abdominal cavity with his hands, and then handed the gem to Su Ming.

"The effect of your poison seemed to be fused with my blood. The dinosaur bit me like a roast goose and ate my tenderloin and liver. Then it died instantly. I could see clearly that it didn't even chew You didn’t even chew it, you didn’t even swallow the mouthful of meat and it died. Can you buy this poison through TV shopping?”

"Is it possible that you plan to suck out the meat from the dinosaur's throat like the prince awakened Snow White?" Su Ming did not answer, but changed the topic.

Wade shuddered and shrank his head back: "Brother, you know that the rating of human-animal movies must exceed NC-17, right? Of course, we are not talking about World of Warcraft and Jurassic Park... ...But if the dinosaur begs me and pays in dollars, I can consider it."

The strangulation on Su Ming's palm melted, allowing him to personally touch the 'Story Continuity' gem, and an indescribable feeling suddenly surged into his heart.

"No, I can't use it."

Su Ming threw the gem back to Deadpool without hesitation. The gem was filled with crazy laughter and images of various funny shows.

There are circus performances, talk shows, funny movies, even striptease performances and a lot of hallucinogenic effects. These things seem to be put into a funnel and poured into Su Ming's soul.

This is the concept and knowledge that the editors gave Deadpool when they created him, which is the reason for the character of Deadpool. Although there are mercenaries, fighting masters and other components similar to Deathstroke, more components are B-level. movies and street jokes.

It is really indescribable, extremely complicated, countless voices are ringing in the soul at the same time, countless scenes are unfolding in the mind, and even x metal cannot isolate their existence.

No wonder the ancient godly warrior created by DC is so soulful. It turns out that the essence of Deadpool is the king of comedy similar to the King in Yellow...

This gem is Deadpool's exclusive plug-in. No matter who gets it, if they want to use it, they must first turn themselves into Deadpool.

Su Ming has already learned through a series of previous operations that the core of his being recognized by the world is the dark system, and if he becomes a deadpool, one of the two deadpools in the same world will inevitably die.

Changing oneself has only disadvantages but no advantages. Not everyone can bear the ulcers, itchiness and yellow water all over the body. Although Strangler may be happy and has food and drink, Su Ming will not be happy.

"Well, in the end, this gem is just my treasure. No one will come to snatch it. It's really boring."

"As long as it works, let's try it first and change all the living dead below."

Deadpool lay on the edge of the flying carpet and looked down, thinking for a moment, then sat up on his knees and knocked his palms with his fists. He had an idea.

"Viewers, watch out, Uncle Deadpool is about to take down this army of hundreds of millions! Balala, the little demon fairy, transform..."

He actually danced on the flying carpet, making various poses and shaking his butt like a bell.

Everyone looked at him with unfamiliar eyes.

"Walt? You are only allowed to do radio gymnastics on the flying carpet, and you are not allowed to do aerobics? You are having a double standard, just like in the UK the law stipulates that pregnant women can urinate in any police helmet, but other people are not allowed to do aerobics." No, it’s not the same.”

Wade was obviously aware of everyone's attention. He maintained the same posture as the two of them twirling handkerchiefs, and protested to Su Ming.

"Because this is my cloak."

Su Ming sighed, he felt so tired.

"Stingy, do you think I don't know that this cloak should have belonged to Strange? You modified history to get it. Do you know how miserable Strange is now?" Deadpool stopped his dance. , crossed his arms and said in a righteous tone.

"I don't care. Now hurry up and solve the following problems."

"Okay, okay, I've obviously thrown out a burden, but you don't even accept it. You'll really lose popularity if you do this." Deadpool sighed helplessly, and he took off his hood: "I I don’t want you to die, Slade, why don’t I kiss my ass and take away some of the popularity?”

"......call."

"Your hand slipped again?"

"Um."

"Then can you explain how you slid the nearly two-meter-long giant sword into my chest?"

"Who sent the sword to your chest? It was the bright, round moon."

Su Ming answered him word for word, with frankness in his eyes.

The God Killer transformed for a while and turned into a small dagger again. He pulled it out from Deadpool's chest, leaving a burnt wound that was burned by electricity.

Deadpool touched his chest, feeling numb.

He helplessly turned his head to the side and explained to the invisible audience: "To be honest, sometimes I think my cousin is the madman. He will always attack others for no reason, even those who love him deeply. , such as me, the simple and kind me, the handsome me, and the considerate and gentle me.”

"Are you done? Get down to business quickly. If there is an audience, they will be driven crazy by you dragging the plot and talking nonsense like this."

"No, it won't, because everyone loves me, and at this point in time, they don't have much choice, right? It's like when you turn on the TV on Monday morning and find that the only TV programs are the president's speech and TV shopping, you watch Which one?"

"I will turn off the TV and go online." Su Ming replied.

"I think so too." Deadpool smiled. He put on his hood again, looked at the dark crowd below, held the gem in his hand and roared below: "Avada Kedavra!"

Countless green light spots erupted from the gem like tadpoles, dragging their thin tails and flying downwards. They swung their tails and swam in the air at high speeds.

Watching the intermittent spraying of these things from the gem, Su Ming always felt that something was not right.

But since there were countless living dead down there, it really required countless light spots to deal with, so he didn't say much. Except for the color, it looked like Avada Kedavra.

So the living dead who were hit by the green light ball were transformed into teddy bears by Deadpool.

Although they are still alive and their bodies are still incomplete, they are completely harmless.

Su Ming also walked to the edge of the flying carpet and looked down. There was a sea of ​​furry brown everywhere, and all kinds of broken dolls were screaming madly. They tore their round arms, soft ears, and filled their stomachs. He took out the cotton and threw it everywhere.

This style of painting is even weirder than before.