Returning to the study on the second floor, they ran into Ragman as soon as they stepped outside. He was in the corridor, grabbing a ghost with one hand and slamming it back and forth against the floor like a sack of grain.
The special bandages bestowed by God gave him the ability to touch souls. Strictly speaking, he was the nemesis of all kinds of ghosts.
After slamming the ghost around several times, he lifted it up for a look. Once he saw that it had lost the ability to resist, he pressed it against himself.
The ghost was instantly absorbed by Ragman's suit, and a new scrap of cloth appeared among the countless strips of fabric. It was red.
Ragman himself was already a patchwork of colors. Every time he absorbed a new soul, another scrap appeared on his bandages. Over time, that was how he had ended up looking like he was wearing a trashy ghillie suit.
Su Ming understood now. Ragman claimed to be helping with the cleaning, but he had really come scavenging at Zatanna's house. He was capturing these vengeful spirits to strengthen himself.
Little Zatanna probably would not care about these ghosts, but it was still a rather improper thing to do.
"Uh, Bobo, ladies." Ragman had been facing away from them in the corridor. After absorbing a soul, he had savored the feeling for a moment before noticing the group behind him. He quickly turned around to greet them. "And Deathstroke, hello."
He paused before greeting Su Ming, as if struggling over something, but the bandages completely covered his face, making his expression impossible to see.
"Good evening to you too, Rory. I'll keep it brief. We need you to take Zatanna to the Hall of Justice for treatment, and you need