Superman's Ending Manual

Three minutes ago, there was a restroom inside the cinema on the fifth floor of Vientiane City.

"Are you coming?"

Bai Qiuwu heard the slight movement coming from the audience passage, so he covered his hair with the hood of a long metal windbreaker, and at the same time quickly put a monkey mask on his face.

Then he tilted the golden cudgel behind him and slowly raised his eyes, a dark golden fire ignited in his pupils.

She walked out of the bathroom and walked along the edge of the audience aisle.

However, as soon as he took two steps forward, a tall and thin figure wearing a black robe and an evil ghost mask came from the corner in front.

Holding a flute between his index and middle fingers, Van Gogh stopped at the end of the cramped corridor, with an aura of unkindness all over his body.

"Black Wukong." He said, "I didn't expect to meet such a person. It seems that the date set by the sect master is not very auspicious."

Black Goku took out his phone from the pocket of his metal trench coat, typed quickly on the memo, and then raised the screen.

"Who are you?"

Van Gogh replied: "It doesn't matter who I am, but I can't let you get close to this theater."

After he finished speaking, he raised the index finger, middle finger and ring finger of his left hand and pressed the three holes on the front of the flute respectively, while his thumb supported the bottom of the flute. The fingering method of the right hand is the same as that of the left hand, with the palm facing upward, the thumb on the center of the back of the flute as a fulcrum, and the other four fingers are responsible for pressing the holes on the back.

Black Wukong stepped on the ground and rushed forward, gouging out Van Gogh like a bolt of silver and black lightning. The tail of the golden cudgel rubbed out a dark golden ravine on the ground.

But at this moment, Van Gogh aligned the mouth of the flute with his lower lip, and then tilted the flute slightly so that the mouth of the flute was in contact with the upper lip.

The left and right fingertips gently pressed different holes and started to play softly.

As the flute sounded, Black Wukong swung the golden cudgel diagonally upwards. The strong force caused sparks in the air, setting off a fierce wind of the stick, and the head of the stick pointed directly at Van Gogh's chest.

The next moment, she only hit an illusory phantom, which turned into a puff of dust and smoke and dispersed.

Amidst the leisurely sound of the flute, Black Wukong tilted his stick behind him, stood at attention, turned his head and looked around, trying to find Van Gogh's location with his piercing eyes.

However, the surrounding scene suddenly changed, as if he had suddenly entered another world.

She saw that she was standing on the top of a tall building, walking on a rope like a single-plank bridge.

Black Wukong was stunned for a second, trying his best to keep his balance on the thin rope, and looked up towards the other side.

But at that moment, the rope under her feet collapsed, and she fell downwards. Her long black hair and hood were lifted upwards, and the howling wind made her fair face hurt.

No matter how she called for the somersault cloud, it was nowhere to be seen. She could only watch the asphalt road in her eyes getting closer and closer.

But in the end, just before she fell to the earth, she suddenly disappeared.

When Goku Black opened his eyes again, he looked around and found himself standing on the edge of the top of the volcano.

She walked forward along the narrow path, lowering her eyes and looking down. The volcano was about to erupt, and the smoke rose into the sky like a demon spreading its wings, dyeing the world ashes.

The rock surface cracked and gradually took on a red gold color, as if a big snake that had been sleeping underground for tens of millions of years had awakened and was wriggling at the bottom of the volcano.

A loud rumbling sound came from inside the volcano, and the magma rolled and flowed like the Yangtze River. In an instant, it turned into a red-gold flame pillar that shot straight into the sky, roaring and opening up the dark world.

Black Wukong's figure was swallowed up by the pillar of flames, leaving nothing to hide. She held the golden hoop in front of her, raised her right arm to protect her face, and narrowed her eyes.

When she came to her senses, she came to a land of icebergs and snow.

Looking around in confusion, his legs below the knees were buried deeply in the snow, and he walked forward with difficulty, as if he was about to be swallowed by the snowdrift.

She took off her monkey mask and exhaled white air.

He turned his head and looked towards the deep mountains and ridges shrouded in snow. The pine forest on the mountainside is like a white sea, and the leaves are swaying gently in the wind, making a rustling sound.

Black Wukong stood in the snowy field, staring at the white world in a daze. But in the next moment, the snow mountain collapsed and her figure was swallowed up by the avalanche.

Panting heavily, she raised her eyes and found herself back in the dim audience passage.

The hidden weapon that hit her face scratched her long metal trench coat, tore off a corner of the monkey mask, and left a bloody streak on her fair face.

At the same time, Van Gogh once again held the flute with both hands and started playing.

Before Bai Qiuwu could recover, he was caught off guard and fell into a hallucination, as if he had entered the same reincarnation, with the surrounding environment rotating among cities, volcanoes, and snow.

Finally, she closed her eyes on the top of the snow-capped mountains and entered the hall of consciousness in her mind.

When he opened his eyes again, what was reflected in his pupils was a dark space, like a huge prison. In the shadows on the other side of the iron fence is the eerie figure of No. 1.

Yellow hair, golden hoops, golden eyes, sharp mouth and monkey cheeks.

Sun Wukong slowly raised his eyes and looked at Bai Qiuwu through the iron net. He sneered and said, "I have never taught such an embarrassing disciple as you."

"I don't understand why the piercing eyes can't see through his illusions?"

Bai Qiuwu approached the iron fence and asked Him.

"Haha, silly girl, this little illusion is difficult for you? It is a magic in your mind, not a trick to fool people. Besides, your little fire eyes and golden pupils are not practiced enough, how can they compare with my magical powers, Sun Wukong, you still need to practice."

Bai Qiuwu hugged his right arm with his left hand, put his right hand on his chin, and asked softly.

"Then what can I do to deal with it?"

"If you must say... I have two tricks."

"What?"

"The first method is to take advantage of the moment of wakefulness, stretch out your fingers and deafen your ears. If you can't hear the flute, you won't be tricked by the black-robed kid."

"I'll consider it," Bai Qiuwu sighed, "What about the second method?"

"Tightening curse."

Sun Wukong slowly said these three words.

Bai Qiuwu was stunned for two seconds and tilted her head towards him: "Are you making me laugh?"

She thought, in "Journey to the West", isn't the tight hoop a means used by Tang Seng to control Sun Wukong? What use can it be at this time?

"No, using the tight hoop to stimulate your brain may break his illusion." Sun Wukong said disdainfully.

"Then I'll try, you teach me."

"It's not difficult, listen to me..." Sun Wukong grinned, "Teach that black-robed kid a lesson, don't let me down, understand?"

After a while, Black Wukong opened his eyes again and returned to the audience passage with cold-toned lights. She raised the golden hoop and used the stick to deflect a lead-gray dagger that was coming towards her.

Looking up, at the moment when Van Gogh was about to play the flute, she put her right hand wrapped in a metal arm guard against her forehead and muttered something softly.

Then, rows of golden scriptures emerged from thin air, rotating around her head, shrinking like a circle of golden hoops, and expanding like a halo.

Black Wukong held his forehead and groaned gloomily. The severe pain from the brain gradually awakened every sluggish brain nerve in her.

The hallucination was gone.

There was only the anger accumulated in her chest, like a beast, waiting to pour out and release...

"How is it possible?"

Van Gogh looked at this scene, frowned slightly, and let go of the flute in shock.

Black Wukong raised his eyes burning with red gold flames and stared at him deeply.

She held her forehead with one hand to keep the release of the tight hoop, while the Samadhi True Fire roared forward and burned the walls along the way. The LED tube on the ceiling splashed with electric sparks.

The lights flickered, and finally the whole corridor fell into darkness.

In the pitch-dark world, only the bright red track of the Samadhi True Fire in the air remained.

Van Gogh put the flute into his wide sleeves and retreated to the right with agility.

At this moment, due to the dim environment, his attention was almost entirely focused on the flame. But he could also feel that another powerful kinetic energy was shooting towards him.

So at the moment when the two forces attacked him, his body turned into a puff of dust and dissipated, appearing in the distance.

However, at this moment, a dark golden long stick came straight and violently, piercing his right chest, grazing the position of his heart and nailing him to the wall.

Van Gogh lowered his head, covered his chest with both hands, and the evil ghost mask on his face fell off, revealing a pale face.

"How is it possible? You are here... Then the two forces I just felt, one of which is the Samadhi True Fire, what is the other one?"

"Somersault Cloud." Black Wukong leaned close to his ear and answered his question, "In the dark, you can't judge my position, so you mistakenly took the Somersault Cloud as my movement."

Hearing this, Van Gogh turned his head in a daze and saw a rolling black cloud staying in a corner of the audience passage - Black Wukong used this as a sleight of hand to deceive his senses in the dark.

At this moment, his eyes were bulging, bloodshot pupils, and his lips were moving to spit out words.

"Spare my life."

"It seems that you are useless except for illusion."

Black Wukong sneered coldly, then pulled out the golden hoop from his chest, smashed it on his head, and knocked him out on the spot.

Then he controlled the Somersault Cloud to his feet, stepped on the Somersault Cloud, leaned forward slightly, and rushed towards the No. 5 theater.

After a moment, she used the tip of her golden hoop to forcefully push open the door of the theater. She looked up and saw only two figures in the desolate theater.

"You are..."

Black Wukong frowned slightly and stared at the gray figure in the theater.

The strange thing spread his hands, slowly got up from the ground, twisted his head that had just been glued with spider webs, and said without turning his head: "It's a pity that you are a step late."

"Where is my brother?"

Black Wukong lowered his face and asked almost word by word.

The strange thing sighed, turned his head to look at Black Wukong, and pointed at the gap in the theater.

"Ms. Sun Wukong, your brother was thrown into the street by those ninjas. I tried my best, but I couldn't save him. I just killed a ninja."

As he said that, he pointed to the tattered red ninja uniform and the pool of blood on the ground: "That ninja was very strong, and my head fell off."

The strange thing sighed, raised his head, and put it back on his neck.

"Answer me, why did those ninjas want to capture him?"

Black Wukong shouted coldly.

"Your brother is on Luo Dehua Commercial Street. You will know it when you look at it." Little Red Riding Hood said, "I advise you to move faster, otherwise he will be killed by those ninjas soon."

"You again?"

"Magical girl, Little Red Riding Hood."

"Magical girl..."

Speaking of magical girls, Bai Qiuwu immediately thought of Bai Zini who was still in Vientiane City. He knew that with her character, she would definitely transform into the magical girl Ashes and fight with these ninjas. "My sisters are still there..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a strange thing: "Don't worry, my friend will help her for you, don't you think so, Little Red Riding Hood?"

The magical girl Little Red Riding Hood heard this and nodded towards Black Goku.

"Who are you?"

Black Goku turned to stare at her and asked in a dark voice.

"I will help your sister. She is also my friend, please believe me." Little Red Riding Hood said calmly.

"Anyway, that's it. If I were you, I would have rushed down already. You didn't have time once. If it were later this time, your brother would be a corpse."

The strange thing sat on the ground, then lay down in a big letter shape, and continued talking.

"Hey, I'm really exhausted. I came all the way to help you, and you still have to question me. It's really thankless, Miss Sun Wukong..."

Black Wukong remained silent, slowly turning his head and looking at the gap on the far right side of the auditorium.

Her keen hearing clearly captured the roars of violent beasts coming from the streets of Luo Dehua, as well as the deafening roar of copper bells. All kinds of sounds filled her ears, making her chest throb.

She took a deep breath, raised her eyes to the strange thing and said, "Thank you..."

After saying that, the somersault cloud under her feet surged noisily like a steam engine, and in an instant, her body shot toward the exit of the theater and disappeared from the sight of the strange thing.

The strange thing watched her leave from the corner of his eye, still lying on the ground with no intention of getting up.

It stared at the ceiling in a daze, muttering to itself.

"Okay, Black Wukong, Black Judge, Ninja Sect Master, Mo Writer, Disaster Dragon, and Ke Xiaomo are all here. Now the battlefield outside is not something that small characters like us can intervene... Take a short rest, and then it's time to Let’s go see our good friend...the lovely Miss Ashes.”

"Then get up."

Little Red Riding Hood said, injecting magic power into the ruby ​​wand in her hand, floating her feet into the air, and left the theater first.

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