Chapter 385: Barbara Gordon and Carla Zo-El (2)

"No, it must be changed, it is too embarrassing."
"I think it's pretty good."
Linda slipped behind Barbara, stretched her hand on her chest and gently dragged, "Look, she can jump!"
"no kidding."
Barbara blushed, patted her dirty hands, and was about to change clothes when Linda said suddenly,
"Don't you want to see Luke? Take a picture and send it over, and he will definitely be tempted to come out and see you."
Barbara wondered, "Where is Luke Shaw?"
"Where else can I go? It's in the basement of the villa."
"It's been half a year, and I haven't come out."
Linda shrugged. "The ghost knows what he is messing up in."
"Nothing will happen!"
"Don't worry, he won't die even if the earth is destroyed."
Linda sat in front of the computer, revising the design drawings, and said, "Yes, why do you have to see him."
Barbara was silent for a few seconds, whispering,
"Because of the Owl Court."
"Is it the terrorist organization that was often mentioned in the news some time ago?"
Barbara nodded slowly, "The underground labyrinth was destroyed by explosives, and the Owl Court also lost track. My father has been investigating them, but unfortunately, he couldn't find a clue."
"I didn't tell you one thing. That night, I was also in the underground labyrinth. After I fell to the ground with serious injuries, I was taken to the hospital by a person. That person was probably Luke."
Linda frowned, "Don't you think Luke was the one who blew up the underground labyrinth!"
"It's not clear yet, but he must know something."
Barbara clenched her fists, turned around, begged, "Help me, let me meet him."
Linda sighed helplessly, "It's not that I don't want to help you, it's really impossible."
"Before entering, he gave a death order. No matter what happens, outsiders are not allowed to disturb. If you fight against him because of this kind of thing, believe me, it will end badly."
"but……"
"Okay, I'm hungry, go out to eat, I will introduce you a new friend tonight, who is also a superpower."
...
At nine o'clock in the evening, in a second-floor apartment somewhere in the metropolis.
Sivorn McDougall stood in front of the window, quietly looking up at the starry sky. There was no light in the room, and the dark environment just concealed her strange and ugly body.
Silver Banshee!
Terrible curse, terrible power.
As the time of mutation has grown, her personality has also changed imperceptibly. In the past, Sivorn was a cheerful girl who dared to show herself even if she looked weird, but now she only likes darkness.
The whispers from the demon Krone echoed in his ears, constantly awakening the nature of the silver banshee.
Perhaps Krone did not want mercenaries, but obedient puppets!
When he was awake, Sivorn would often ask himself: Why did he agree to Krone's request in the first place, and what ancient book to find? My father used to say that the devil’s contract is the quagmire that leads to the abyss, it will only sink deeper and deeper, and there is no possibility of turning back.
"I can't go back now."
Seeing the gray-white claws, Sivorn couldn't hide the complex color in his eyes.
Suddenly, a familiar smell came from the air.
Sivorn quickly wiped away his tears, closed the curtains, and turned on the lights. After a while, there was a clatter of footsteps outside the door.
"Sivorn, I'm here."
Linda opened the door and put the bag full of food on the table.
"I brought new friends, funny guys, come down quickly."
After finishing speaking, she gestured to Barbara. The latter nodded heavily, saying that she would remain calm and would never show other emotions, but when she saw the humanoid monster coming down the stairs, she still stared in horror. eye.
what is this?
Silver-white hair, a skull-like face, with moon patterns and black spots engraved on his face, yellow pupils are inverted oval, and there is a red vertical pattern in the middle of the pupils, like a devil in hell.
"She... She..."
"Sivorn McDougall, my friend, it became like this for some reason."
Linda quickly explained, then introduced again,
"This is Barbara, Barbara Gordon, from Gotham, a very interesting guy. His father works in the police station. Maybe he can help you." After finishing, he winked, but Sivorn didn't. The idea of ​​making new friends, pick up the food, and go back to the second floor.
Linda suddenly became embarrassed.
"Don't think too much, she is actually very nice."
Barbara nodded hesitantly, reminiscing about the scene just now.
Due to the resistance of the parties, this "social event" lasted only half an hour and fell apart.
In front of the window on the second floor, watching the two of them drifting away, Sivorn turned off the lights again and squatted silently in the dark corner.
The familiar babble echoed in my ears again, like urging, more like warning.
She has been in the metropolis for a year, and there is no news about ancient books. Finding a book in a big city with millions of people is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.
If you can't find the ancient book, you can't complete Krone's mission, and you can't get rid of the curse of the Silver Banshee.
No one wants to become a monster. She is Sivon McDougall, a blood relative of the McDougall magic family, not a silver banshee.
"what do I do?"
Sivorn murmured to himself, a little hesitant in his eyes, "Maybe, I can ask her for help."
"It can only be this way."
...
In the darkness, a ghostly figure left the small building and disappeared into the dark street.
Sivorn became a silver banshee and started hunting. She first went to the zoo to kill a wolf, and then caught a robber by fishing law enforcement.
After the man and the wolf were ready, Sivorn came to the deep forest north of Metropolis.
Peel off the wolf skin and spread it on the altar.
Wolf’s liver and wolf’s lungs were soaked with herbs respectively, and then walked to the robber who was about to pee his pants, cut off his head with a knife, and engraved the magic circle with the blood spurting from his neck~EbookFREE.me~ As for the head, Fix it with wooden stakes and stand directly in front of the altar.
After doing all this, Sivorn folded his hands together and knelt in front of the magic circle and muttered to himself.
As weird, hoarse, and mysterious spells swayed across the forest, the air suddenly agitated, and the gust of wind rose out of thin air, blowing from the bottom to the top, and there was a thick ink floating in the clear night sky.
The sound of the wind is getting stronger, mixed with the sound of ghost crying and wolf howling, as if countless souls are wailing.
Sivorn closed his eyes, chanted the spell silently, and ignored everything around him. As the last syllable fell, the head suddenly opened his eyes and sprayed out a large amount of blood mist. The blood mist merged with the magic circle, in a blurry illusion. A tall, vague, indescribable, terrifying figure appeared.
"Sivorn McDougall, my loyal servant, what good news do you want to tell me?"
The devil’s voice was so unique, as if it pierced the soul, sounded in the depths of his mind, and Sivorn lowered his head tremblingly.
"Dear master, I have encountered unsolvable troubles in the process of searching for ancient books. I am eager for your instructions to locate the ancient books."