American comic book: After mastering resurrection, I became incredibly popular.

Wang Baixi could understand all of this, but Jason Todd himself might not.

Zatana stood beside him, the evening breeze blowing stray hairs from her temples to the corners of her mouth. She didn't reach out to brush them away, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

“The thing inside isn’t buried very deep.” She closed her eyes and sensed for a moment, then recited a short reversal spell.

Then, several pieces of blood-stained cloth were lifted out of the soil by an invisible force field and floated steadily above her palm.

"Holy crap, physics has disappeared!" Wang Baixi exclaimed in surprise.

“This is magic, sir.” Zatana glanced at the pieces of cloth in her palm.

The fabric fibers had long since turned yellow from being soaked in time and rain, and every fold was stiff and fixed in shape.

Bruce kept most of his belongings in the Bat Cave; these few pieces are scraps cut off during the re-cleaning and weaving process.

Wang Baixi asked, "Is this enough?"

"That's enough. Anything Jason himself has worn will do. And the fact that these things are still here shows that Bruce considers them very important to Jason."

Zatana carefully placed the scraps of cloth into the silk drawstring bag she carried with her.

“Look, the tracking spell I’m about to perform will consume a lot of my mana. It covers a large part of the Earth and requires high precision. Even with your help, I’m not sure if I can hold out until the location is successfully located. So we need to be prepared for failure.”

"So, you didn't finish what you were saying in the bat cave?" Wang Baixi said with a smile.

“I don’t want to disappoint him, and I will try my best no matter what,” Zatana said. “If he can’t find Jason, he will stay in the Middle East until he gets himself into trouble. So I have to get results within two days, regardless of whether the results will satisfy him.”

"learn."

Wang Baixi didn't say much.

He led her through the pebbly paths of the cemetery, and pushed open the peeling wooden door of the gravedigger's hut, the most suitable place in the vicinity for casting spells.

The house is still exactly as it was when he first moved in.

Zatana sat cross-legged in the open space in the center of the room, placed the silk drawstring bag on the floor between the two of them, and then began to take off her shoes. She placed the shoes neatly against the wall, then took off her socks and stuffed them into the shoe tops, stepping barefoot onto the wooden floor.

Wang Baixi sat opposite her and glanced at her casually.

How can I help you?

Do you know the meditation postures in yoga?

"of course I know."

Zatana opened the drawstring bag, poured the scraps of cloth into her palm, and tightly grasped Wang Baixi's hand.

“Tracing magic is essentially a process of searching and resonating,” she began to explain. “I will use this room as the center and expand my perception outwards layer by layer. From Gotham to the Atlantic, from the Atlantic to Europe, and then covering the entire Middle East. With each expansion, my mana consumption will double.”

"What do you want me to do?"

"What you need to do is continuously inject mana into my body as I expand my perception range. You don't need to understand the specific principles; you just need to think of mana as water, and your hands as the water pipes. When my consumption rate exceeds my reserve limit, I will directly draw mana from you."

"It doesn't sound difficult."

“It’s not difficult for you, but it is for me.” Zatana smiled. “One last thing: no matter what happens in the process, don’t let go halfway. Once our magical link is broken, my perception range will instantly collapse back to the original point, and all progress will be reset to zero.”

"clear."

Zatana tilted her head back, gently placing her hands on Wang Baixi's shoulders. Her feet were flat on the floor, and her long legs were crossed in a yoga pose, forming a stable equilateral triangle with the ground, ensuring that she would not fall over even when her magic power was exhausted.

Then she closed her eyes and began chanting a spell.

"Search!"

Wang Baixi also closed his eyes and concentrated.

He could sense an invisible energy field spreading outward from Zatana.

First floor...

The second floor...

The third floor...

The power is spreading from Gotham to all parts of the world, centered around the two of them.

Upon reaching the fourth level, the rate at which mana was consumed began to rise sharply, and at this point, a river began to appear in Wang Baixi's inner vision.

The river's water level was dropping at a visible rate; the surface changed from calm to turbulent, waves crashed against the pebbles on the riverbed, and the water level receded inch by inch.

【法力值-1-1-1-1-1……】

Finally, it reached the bottom completely.

Wang Baixi suddenly opened his eyes.

The color was fading from Zatana's face; her lips turned from pink to light purple; her eyelashes trembled incessantly; and her fingers involuntarily gripped Wang Baixi's shoulders, but she still didn't let go.

"Zatana, Zatana!"

At that moment, Wang Baixi also held Zatana's hand tightly, refusing to let go. He tried to wake her, but Zatana had already made her decision with her tightly clenched lips.

After a long while, she finally opened her eyes.

For a moment, she swayed precariously, and Wang Baixi, seeing this, quickly supported her.

“I… I haven’t found him. I’ve covered the entire Middle East with my senses, even the Pool of Lazarus…” Zatana said slowly.

"Don't talk yet." Wang Baixi helped her slowly stand up, bent down to pick up her two boots and socks that were placed in the corner of the wall. He carried the two shoes in one hand and supported Zatana's waist with the other, leading her step by step out of the wooden house and back to their car.

Zatana's warm upper body leaned against Wang Baixi. "I should have cast the spell when I was more fully prepared."

She never expected the spell to be so troublesome, let alone that it would yield no results at all.

"It's alright, Zatana, it's alright."

Wang Baixi opened the car door for her, led her back into the car, then placed her shoes on the passenger side floor mat before walking back to his own driver's seat and starting the engine.

“No matter how well you prepare, I don’t think the outcome will change.” Wang Baixi fastened his seatbelt.

"You look down on me?" Zatana smiled weakly.

“How could I look down on you, the greatest magician?” Wang Baixi looked at Zatana with serious eyes, which made Zatana pause for a moment and feel a little embarrassed.

"Then you are..."

"I'm wondering: is it possible that we won't be able to find it no matter what?"

"What do you mean?"

“I’m talking about the other possibility: Jason Todd’s remains are not in the Middle East, not in Gotham, not in the soil, not anywhere. Because he has been resurrected.”

Zatana paused for a moment, then said, "If that's the case, then perhaps it's a good thing."

"I don't think so." Wang Baixi turned the steering wheel and drove onto the highway.

"You always have your own ideas."

"Are you trying to say I'm a contrarian?" Wang Baixi chuckled.

"That's roughly the idea, Mr. Wang." Zatana leaned back in her seat and rolled down the car window a crack to let in some fresh air. "Let's get back to the point. The Riddler is in the Middle East now, and the leads in the courtroom murder case have gone cold. What are your plans for the future?"

“Life goes on one day at a time,” Wang Baixi said, turning the steering wheel to the right and turning the car onto the main road leading to the city. “At least now, I’m a big entrepreneur.”

"You're still a member of the Justice League."

"It already is?"

“With me…” Zatana looked away and said in a casual tone, “I guess so. I must say, you are indeed very brave at times, especially when dealing with Poison Ivy. Although you are generally unreliable, I feel safe with you.”

These words gave him the feeling that his left brain was attacking his right brain.

Wang Baixi secretly sighed. Zatana is a superhero from DC Comics. He should be the one who feels at ease being with her!

"Thank you for the compliment," Wang Baixi said with a calm smile.

"So, where do we go next? Back to the bat cave?"

"Hmm..." Wang Baixi glanced at the sky, "Miss Zatana, would you like to have dinner with me?"

Zatana smiled and replied, "With pleasure."

Chapter 113 Is this courtroom your decision or mine?

For her date tonight, Zatana wore a pair of black stiletto sandals. She was sitting at the window side of the table, her left leg crossed over her right, her toes just touching the edge of the tablecloth's tassels.

The restaurant was dimly lit, with only an amber candle lamp lit on each table, and a pianist playing a jazz piece she didn't recognize in the corner.

The atmosphere is right.

A candlelight dinner, a jazz piano, and oysters flown in from France on a white tablecloth.

If this counts as a date, the ambiance would score 90 out of 100.

only……

There were two people sitting next to her!

Cassandra sat opposite her on the inside, wearing a navy blue knee-length dress and a pair of non-prescription black-rimmed glasses perched on her nose.

Wang Baixi sat next to Cassandra, scrolling through Gotham News on his phone with his left hand while feeding himself steak with a fork in his right. He chewed quickly, but his eyes never left the screen.

It turns out she thought it was a meal for two.

Zatana picked up her wine glass, took a small sip of red wine, and rolled her eyes behind the rim.

Okay, on the bright side, at least this guy isn't trying to be romantic. Compared to a complete idiot like Constantine, this kind of unromantic frankness is, in a way, a virtue.

"Wang, could you put down your phone and say a few words to us?" Zatana put down her wine glass.

"Wait a moment, just a moment. I'm handling official business, you know, Wayne Enterprises has a lot of things to do."

“It’s dinner time now,” Zatana emphasized.

“Capital never sleeps, Zatana.” Wang Baixi finally put down his phone, picked up his Coke cup, and took a big gulp.

“How about we have a drink and relax? What do you think, Kassandra?” Zatana suggested, turning to Kassandra.

“Cassandra isn’t old enough to drink,” Wang Baixi replied without looking up.

“Cassandra isn’t American, so she doesn’t have to follow American rules,” Zatana retorted, raising an eyebrow.