What? Teammate lives in Arkham Asylum?

Chapter 685 The last spell material...

"Anyway, it's not wrong for us to collect this mucus now, right?" Oliver said, and planned to rub out a container in the primitive jungle.

"Uh, I strongly advise you not to do this." Li Chengfeng held Oliver's hand. "This beast that looks dazzling on the outside...will spray out powerful hallucinogens, and then use this method to make the prey hallucinate, making it easier for it to hunt...even if you fall for it, it will still work."

As he spoke, he turned around and nodded in Clark's direction.

"Even Kryptonians are no exception."

Clark, who was curious enough to touch the colorful mucus with his hand, immediately coughed a few times and withdrew his dishonest little hand.

"Since you are the God of Black Magic, then can you simply order the other party to appear?"

"If we are facing an extremely powerful black magician with no bottom line, such as Constantine, then I can indeed do this. After all, as long as they use black magic, they are actually my contract workers. I can impose orders on them based on the signed contract... But Constantine is very smart. His contract was not signed with me, but with Sithorn. It cannot be said that it has no binding force. It can only be said that as long as he does not commit suicide, the God of Black Magic will have no control over him... I really don't know how crazy Sithorn's brain is to sign such a contract with Constantine."

"What's the difference between magical creatures?" Sarah frowned. "I've seen Constantine perform exorcisms many times... What's the difference between magical creatures and the devils in hell?"

"That's the problem. Although the power in the magical creatures is also related to black magic, fundamentally, they don't actively use the power of black magic, but passively possess it... This means we have to use some active means to find them." Li Chengfeng shrugged. "The relationship between gods and creatures is not that simple, and the raw materials of this spell are also quite demanding."

“No matter how demanding it is, is there anything that these people in front of you can’t achieve?” Sarah pointed at the group of superheroes around her and said, “Not only do they have superpowers, they also have money power.”

"Oh, my dear child... It's 1969 now. Their money is useless." Li Chengfeng rolled his eyes and continued, "First, we need the saliva of the man with nine fingers."

"Secondly, the protective stone of a powerful shaman."

"And doom will come to women's hair."

"These things sound...Are you sure that these are the raw materials for black magic spells and not the targets of some fetish?" Tony Stark smacked his lips twice. "Honestly, if I didn't know what kind of person you, Li Chengfeng, are, I would have called the police."

"Ha, ha, ha, this is hilarious, Tony." Li Chengfeng gave Tony Stark a middle finger and continued, "These things must have come from the 400,000 people in Woodstock, do you understand?"

"I see." Sharan nodded. "That means we need to find someone who is well versed in history and has a deep understanding of hippie culture to help us."

"Excuse me for interrupting, but you have heroes like Batman, Iron Man and Green Arrow around you who are known for their intelligence..." Clark pointed at Bruce who was silent.

"Um, look at their expressions, do they look like they know these things?"

"Clark..." Bruce grabbed Clark's clothes, "Don't talk any more!"

……

Midtown, Star Laboratory.

"Hey, big guy, how are you doing today?" Cisco handed a cup of hot cocoa to the man in front of him. "It's one of the few days when you're not on the time ship, isn't it?"

"Thanks, man." Nate Haywood, AKA Iron Citizen, member of the Legendary Team, "This kind of life is definitely an indispensable seasoning for us in time travel... You know, a month ago I was catching poachers who inexplicably got time traveler equipment in the prehistoric Jurassic, and a week later, I was recovering the elixir called "Devil's Blood" in medieval Europe..."

"Demon blood? Sounds pretty cool."

Cisco raised an eyebrow and sat in another chair.

"Yeah?" Nate Heywood smiled. "It's really cool... but it would be better if they weren't a batch of Coca-Cola from 2014... and they're made in the Republic!"

"...Are you serious?"

"Am I kidding?" Nate Haywood pointed at his face with a look of despair. "Working on the timeline for a long time will cause me to start to suffer from professional burnout in history... This is not a good thing. I am a historian."

Just as Nate Haywood was complaining about his job to his friends, there was a sudden "knock knock knock" sound from the glass above his head.

The two people raised their heads subconsciously.

All they saw was the "superman" they knew, in civilian clothes, reaching out and knocking on the glass.

And behind him...

It is the huge Waverider.

……

"Um, Captain, I'm on vacation today... You shouldn't have forgotten about this, right?"

"Of course not, Nate." Sarah smiled kindly, "But this is urgent. Why don't you take the day off today?"

"alright."

"Hmm? Are you just going to accept your fate? Don't you idiots always have to cling to it for a while before giving up?"

"Look at the people around you, okay?" Nate Haywood whispered, "Superman, Batman, Iron Man, Green Arrow... Most importantly, there's Agent Lee, my boss! How can I refuse?"

"Although your vacation is over, I believe that your trip will be worthwhile." Li Chengfeng walked up, smiled and patted Nate Haywood on the shoulder, and then said, "In 1969, a massacre occurred in Woodstock... In other words, the Woodstock Music Festival... BOOM, it's gone."

"What the hell!" Nate Haywood sat up abruptly. "No, no, no, this is absolutely not possible! This is a major milestone in the development of rock music! We have to get going quickly! Saving rock music is equivalent to saving the world!"

Nate Haywood took off with a sprint and rushed out.

But Clark reached out and picked it up.

"Don't worry, we still need one last spell material..."

"Well, Nate, tell me..."

"Are you a virgin?"