Chapter 397

"No, it must be changed. It's too embarrassing."

"I think it's good."

Linda slipped behind Barbara, reached out and tugged at her chest. "You see, she can still jump!"

"Stop it."

Barbara blushed, patted off her dirty hands and was about to change her clothes when Linda suddenly said,

"don't you want to see Luke? Take a picture and send it. He will come out to see you. "

Barbara wondered, "where on earth is Luke Shaw?"

"Where else can we go? It's in the basement of the villa."

"It's been half a year. I haven't come out yet."

Linda shrugged. "Who knows what he's up to in there."

"Nothing will happen!"

"Don't worry, even if the earth is destroyed, he won't die."

Linda sat in front of the computer, revising the design, and said, "by the way, why do you have to see him?"

Barbara was silent for a few seconds and whispered,

"because of the owl court."

"It's the terrorist organization that we used to talk about in the news some time ago?"

Barbara nodded slowly. "The underground labyrinth was destroyed by explosives, and the owl court also lost its trace. My father has been investigating them. Unfortunately, he can't find any clues."

"There's something I didn't tell you. That night, I was also in the underground maze. After I was seriously injured and fell to the ground, I was sent to the hospital by a man who was probably Luke."

Linda frowned. "You don't think Luke is the one who blew up the underground labyrinth, do you?"

"It's not clear yet, but he certainly knows something."

Barbara clenched her fist, turned the conversation and begged, "help me, let me meet him."

Linda sighed helplessly. "It's not that I don't want to help you. It's that I really can't help it."

"Before he went in, he gave a death order. No matter what happened, no one was allowed to disturb him. If you fight against him because of this, believe me, the end will be very bad."

"But..."

"Well, I'm hungry. I'll go out for dinner. Tonight I'll introduce you to a new friend who is also a superpower."

……

9 p.m. in a two-story apartment somewhere in metropolis.

Sivorn McDougall stood in front of the window, quietly looking up at the stars. There was no light in the room, and the dark environment just covered her strange and ugly body.

Silver Banshee!

Terrible curse, terrible power.

With the growth of variation time, character is also changing imperceptibly. In the past, sivorn was a cheerful girl who dared to show herself even though she looked strange. Now she only likes the dark.

Whispers from the demon crone reverberate in the ear, constantly awakening the silver Banshee's nature.

Maybe crone didn't want mercenaries, but obedient puppets!

When he was sober, sivorn often asked himself: Why did he agree to cronet's request and what ancient books to look for? My father always said that the contract of the devil is the mire leading to the abyss. It will only sink deeper and deeper, and there is no possibility of turning back.

"I can't go back now."

Looking at the gray claws, sivorn could not hide the complexities in his eyes.

Suddenly, a familiar smell came from the air.

Sivorn quickly wiped away his tears, closed the curtain and turned on the light. After a while, there was the sound of footsteps outside the door,

"sivorn, I'm in."

"Linda, fill up the new bag and put it on the table soon."

With that, she gestured to Barbara, who nodded heavily to show that she would keep normal and never show any other emotions. However, when she saw the human monster coming down the stairs, she still stared in horror.

What is this?

Silver hair, skull like face, face engraved with black spots, yellow pupil inverted oval, pupil in the middle of a red vertical lines, like the devil in hell.

"She She... "

"Severn McDougall, my friend, for some reason."

Linda quickly explained, and then introduced,

"this is Barbara, Barbara Gordon, from Gotham, a very interesting guy whose father works in the police station. Maybe he can help you." With that, he even winked. Unfortunately, sivorn didn't want to make new friends. He picked up the food and went back to the second floor.

Linda was embarrassed when she was young.

"don't think about it. She's really nice."

Barbara nodded hesitantly, thinking back and forth.

Due to the conflict of the parties, the "friendship activity" lasted only half an hour and broke up in a bad mood.

In front of the window on the second floor, looking at the two people who had gone away, sivorn turned off the light again and squatted in the dark corner.

Familiar gibberish reverberates in the ear again, like urging, more like warning.She has been in metropolis for a year, and there is no news of ancient books. Looking for a book in a big city with millions of people is like looking for a needle in a haystack.

If you can't find the ancient books, you can't finish cronet's task, and you can't get rid of the curse of the silver Banshee.

No one wants to be a monster. She's sivorn McDougall, the blood of McDougall's magic family, not a silver Banshee.

"What should I do?"

Sivorn murmured, a little hesitant in his eyes. "Maybe you can ask her for help."

"That's the only way."

……

Under the night, a ghost like figure left the building and disappeared in the dark street.

Sivorn turns into silver Banshee and starts hunting activities. She first goes to the zoo to kill a wolf, and then catches a robber by means of fishing law enforcement.

When the man and the wolf were ready, sivorn went deep into the forest north of the metropolis.

Take off the wolf's skin and spread it on the altar.

The liver and lung of the wolf were soaked with herbal medicine respectively. Then they went to the robber who was about to pee his pants. They cut off his head with a knife and carved magic array with the blood from his neck. As for the head, they fixed it with wooden stakes and stood right in front of the altar.

After all this, sivorn put his hands together, knelt down in front of the magic and murmured to himself.

With the strange, hoarse and mysterious spell blowing in the forest, the air suddenly became restless, the wind rose out of thin air, blowing from bottom to top, and a piece of thick ink floated in the clear night sky.

The wind is gradually fierce, mixed with the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling, as if countless ghosts are wailing.

Sivorn closed his eyes, recited the incantation, and ignored everything around him. With the last syllable falling, his head suddenly opened up and spewed out a large blood fog. The blood fog and magic array were fused together. In the vague phantom, a tall, vague, nameless and terrible figure emerged.

"Sivorn McDougall, my faithful servant, what good news do you have for me?"

The voice of the devil is so unique that it seems to pierce the soul and ring in the deep of my mind. Sivorn lowers his head tremblingly,

"dear master, I have encountered an unsolvable problem in the process of searching for the ancient books. I am eager for your instructions to locate the position of the ancient books."