A few dozen seconds later, Deadpool emerged from the restaurant carrying Doomsday Blues's head and his own, dancing a Yangge dance.
Acid rain fell on him. The bastard blissfully sprayed a mist of blood from the severed opening of his windpipe; evidently, the irritating acid did wonders for his rotten skin.
The Thorn Damage Reflection Spell was an excellent spell. As a buffing magic, once cast, it remained effective for a long time and had nothing to do with the Mage's condition when attacked. It could be regarded as a passive effect.
When Deadpool chopped off Doomsday Blues's head, his own head had also fallen off from the spell's reflected damage.
But people were different. Some people really would not die after losing their heads. Dracula, for instance, was just like Deadpool. Powerful regeneration was no joke—it was one of the most useful superpowers in actual combat.
In short, he had barely exerted any effort or even moved his lips. He had merely finished the job, and the head was his.
He could trade it to Cousin for a hundred thousand US Dollars, and Deadpool was a little giddy. Happily, he began dancing Singin' in the Rain by the roadside, kicking the puddles all over the street with his boots.
But because of his brain cancer, he could not quite remember the original lyrics to "Singin' in the Rain." What he sang instead was the Errenzhuan song "Going Back to Mother's Home." When he reached, "A chicken in my left hand, a duck in my right," he raised both hands and shook the two heads he held.
"Enough, Deadpool. It's time for you to work."
Batwoman appeared behind Deadpool like The Spectre. No one knew how she had appeared, just as no one had known where she had gone earlier.