If a normal person told you that he had good news and bad news, it was likely that he had brought bad news and worse news.
However, if a lunatic told you that he had good news and bad news, then it might really be good news and bad news. Lunatics were just lunatics, they usually didn't lie to people.
Therefore, Seiber pondered for a moment before speaking.
"Let's talk about the bad news first."
Joker pressed his left hand against his cheek and licked his lips. "The bad news is that Little Gambol and the others have also escaped. They plan to return to Gotham and teach you and your family a lesson!"
Saber glared at him.
"How is that bad news? Do they really want me to kill them again? "
Joker spread his hands and shrugged.
"Anyway, from what I understand, this is bad news. However, since you're a lunatic, I won't argue with you. Let's talk about the good news. The good news is that Mephisto won't be coming back anytime soon. According to what I heard, the Sorcerer Supreme's mirror prison is usually open for hundreds of years, so we won't have to worry about that demon coming back for revenge for at least a hundred years!"
Saber pursed his lips.
"Hmm … That sounds good, but I'm curious. How do you know so much about the Sorcerer Supreme? Logically speaking, as a newly appointed Devil's Warden, you don't have the time to find out about this, do you? "
"That's because I have special channels. Alright, let's not talk about this anymore."
Joker obviously did not want to waste too much time on this topic. He rubbed his hands together excitedly. "I can't wait to return to Gotham. That's where I belong, and my little bat … Ahahaha, I'll build a small hell there so that every evil soul can quickly reappear in the real world. That way, it'll be more fun. Dying is great … There are so many things to play with, this is great!"
With that, he stood up, took out the San Venganza contract, and unfurled it. The moment the scroll was unfurled, the entire sky of San Venganza turned into a dark color. An eerie wind came out of nowhere, and in an instant, the place that was occupied by the undead became what it should be.
Saber stood beside Joker. His eyes could even see the changes in the laws of the town. The souls hiding in the darkness, the souls that had been tortured for 200 years, appeared in various ways under the dark sky the moment Joker tore open the scroll.
"Citizens of San Venganza! People who have signed a contract with the devil!
"Come, according to the requirements of this unbreakable contract, appear in front of me!"
Joker opened his arms and shouted in the dark storm.
"Come! Appear in front of me, The Joker! "
One by one, the black souls floated in the square in front of Joker. At this moment, the undead, who were guided by the power of the soul, rolled up a cold wind, as if they wanted to vent their more than 200 years of resentment. When 1000 undead gathered together, the storm they rolled up was enough to freeze any ordinary person to death in an instant.
"Hmph! Be quiet! "
Saber snorted coldly, holding his sword. The magma-like halo in his eyes shone. His dark red eyes swept across the square in front of him, like a monster opening its bloody mouth, and immediately quieted the wailing souls.
Joker coughed softly, stepped forward, and raised the contract in his hand.
"Let me introduce myself. I'm Joker. You can call me Joker, or Mr. Joker. Don't call me a freak or a lunatic, I'll be very unhappy. Now, I called you out because I want to discuss something with you!"
He shook the contract in his hand.
"I heard that you've been trapped in this godforsaken place for more than 200 years? How pitiful … I'll give you a chance now. Come with me, we'll go to another place, a more prosperous, more beautiful, more wonderful place, but also darker, more depraved, and more ugly place. I'll use your power to create a miniature hell there, but I won't kill you, nor will I wear away your minds … I'll even give you … freedom! "
As soon as this word was uttered, the souls that had been intimidated by Seiber's aura began to howl madly. Their consciousnesses had been worn away over the long period of time, but their desire for freedom was deeply engraved in their bones, and it even caused a commotion.
"Alright, alright, quiet down, you poor wretches! It's limited freedom! I won't let you run around and eat other people's souls, but I'll give you a week off. After three years, you'll have seven days of annual leave. Oh, and as for those bad souls, I won't stop you from eating them. After all, you need to replenish your energy, but! All of this has a condition! "
Joker's voice paused for a moment. He looked at the undead and said loudly,
"That is, you can't leave Gotham! Until my consciousness is completely wiped away, you can't! "
"Buzz buzz buzz"
The souls buzzed. This seemed to be a method of communication between souls. Saber couldn't understand it, and he didn't want to, but Joker could. After four years as a prison warden, he was already a master in this aspect. He answered the undead's questions one by one.
"No! It's not a prison, it's a change of location, a bigger place! "
"How big? Hey, buddy, are you stupid? How big is a city? "
"Oh, I forgot. You're all antiques from 200 years ago … Let me think! Quiet! Let me think! "
The clown was troubled by these questions. He let out a loud roar, and a gigantic ghostly figure appeared behind him. It held the bone balance in one hand and the Spirit Guiding Lamp in the other. Its face was a skull painted with oil.
This was probably the power Joker had obtained in hell. To the current Saber, it wasn't worth mentioning. He could use a little effort to ignite the evil in the ghostly figure and burn it to ashes, but he wouldn't do that. However, the power of the Devil Warden was a huge pressure on these normal undead. They immediately quieted down.
Joker scratched his head and thought for a moment. He gave these undead a vague answer.
"Uh, Gotham is about … Well, one-tenth of the size of this desert! Yes, one-tenth of the entire desert. If you include the suburbs and the surrounding satellite cities, it's one-fifth of the entire desert! "
He thought that the undead would be dissatisfied with this answer, but in the next moment, the first undead rushed into the clown's body impatiently, followed by the second, the third, and finally, the 1,000 souls surrounded the clown's body in the form of a dark storm, crazily pouring into the clown's body.
This lasted for three whole minutes. After the last soul entered his body, the ruins of San Venganza, which had lasted for more than 200 years, turned into sand in an instant. These undead used their own strength to maintain the home in their memories, but now, they had a better place to go. Naturally, this place could be abandoned.
Joker stood where he was, his body trembling. Accommodating 1,000 undead at once was not a small burden for him. It was not until five minutes later that he barely regained the ability to move. He turned his head to look at Saber. His eyes had turned completely black, and there were two dark bat wings on his back. They were blurry and unrecognizable, but Joker's own strength had increased by at least 10 times.
If he wanted to fight with Saber, Saber would probably have to expend a lot of effort to kill him.
"Uh, these bumpkins. In their worldview, one-fifth of the desert is as big as the whole world. If I knew it would be so easy, I wouldn't have said so much. What bad luck. "
Joker waved weakly at Saber.
"I'm going back to Gotham. Goodbye."
"Can you go back?"
Saber looked at his staggering footsteps and asked worriedly, "You won't be killed by the exorcists halfway, right?"
"Hey, there's a limit to looking down on people, okay?"
Joker pointed his middle finger at Saber fiercely. "I'm not weaker than the stupid Witchcraft Demon now. I'll look for your father's soul when I go back. I'll do what I promised you, and I hope you can do what you promised me too!"
"No!"
Saber waved his hand. He took out a cigar from his pocket and put it in his mouth. He lit it with a silver lighter, took a deep breath, and said to Joker.
"Although my father is a little rude, he is actually a sincere believer in his heart … So, don't look for him anymore. Let him return to the embrace of his' Lord '. That would be true happiness for him. I'm talking about the others …"
He carefully took out the souls of Kevin and Sergues from his pocket and handed them to Joker.
"Their bodies are in Central City. Go there for me … Before you leave, I have three questions for you … I hope you'll answer them honestly!"
"How did you do all of this?"
Saber looked at Joker. "I don't think you did it on the spur of the moment. Although this is very much like your style, I want to hear the truth!"
Joker scratched his head with some difficulty.
"Er, as you know, I'm not someone who likes to make plans. I'm born with the habit of inquiring about other people's plans, trying to figure out their plans, disrupting their plans, and using their plans … Then, one day, I heard his whispers from Witchcraft … Then, I thought of the rumors I've heard about the Sorcerer Supreme … Then … Mephisto's plan was somehow discovered by the Sorcerer Supreme … Perhaps he was just unlucky."
"So it was you who leaked the secret!"
Saber narrowed his eyes. "I knew it. How could you serve Mephisto willingly? How could someone like you become his best employee …"
"No, no, no! Shh! "
Joker put a finger to his mouth. "Shh! Don't talk nonsense. I'm not the kind of person who would leak secrets, but … You know, I'm a very simple person. I always like to talk to myself, and I can't hide secrets in my heart. I always like to find someone to share them with … I swear, I didn't leak my boss's plan to the Sorcerer Supreme. Oh my God … Someone like Ancient One would strangle me the first time she saw me! "
"Okay, okay, second question … Why did you do it?"
Seiber asked again. This question stunned the clown. He scratched his head and asked in confusion, "That's right.
"Why? What do you mean why? Do I need a reason for doing things? "
An evil smile appeared on his face.
"Hey, man, I just wanted to do it, so I did it. I said that I would play with Little Bat forever until his will and bottom line are completely broken! Do you really think this hell was built for me? No, no, no! I'm already dead! "
Joker patted his chest. "The dead can't die again! But the living can't live forever … This was built for Little Bat, I want him to live forever! Until he's willing to admit to me that everything he did was bullshit! Everything he had insisted on was meaningless until he admitted with his own mouth that he was a madman! And until that day comes, this hell will always be reincarnated … Shh, this secret, don't tell Little Bat ~ "
Saber couldn't understand this kind of persistence, but he didn't need to understand. He shook his head and closed his eyes slightly.
"Last question, can I trust you?"
He opened his eyes, and a ring of fire that looked like burning lava danced in his dark red pupils. This was the last question, and also the most important question that would determine whether the clown would be able to walk out of this place alive.
Facing those dangerous eyes, Joker was not afraid, nor did he defend, nor did he resist. He just spread out his hands and said indifferently.
"As long as you don't interfere with my game with him … You can trust me! After all, between you and me, there is no deep hatred except that you killed me once and I blew you half to death, right? "
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