"Chandler! Chandler? "
Constantine, who was sleeping in the backseat of the taxi, seemed to be infected by a nightmare. His hands were frantically grabbing the air as he called out the name of his only old friend. In his hazy dream, he suddenly saw Chandler being tied up in the air by a blood-stained demon. The demon was still laughing at him. He could not see the demon's face clearly. He could only see that he was wearing a strange mask with three bloody claw marks on it.
"Hey!"
The taxi driver, who was speeding under the morning sun in New York, noticed that something was wrong behind the car. He quickly stepped on the brakes and stopped the car by the side of the road. He turned his head and asked in English with a strong Indian accent.
"Sir? Sir? Do you need help? "
This call woke Constantine up from his nightmare. He opened his eyes abruptly. His face, which had dark eye bags due to staying up for a long time, was full of fatigue and shock. He rubbed his head, looked left and right, and then glanced at the driver. Subconsciously, he touched his chest.
When he touched it, the hard touch made him sigh in relief. Fortunately … the thing was still there.
"Nothing, buddy. Nothing. Thank you."
Constantine got up from under the seat of the taxi and sat down again. He subconsciously took out a pack of Sika cigarettes, put it in his mouth, and lit it up. The taxi driver was a young man. Judging from his skin color, he seemed to be of Indian descent. Not very pleasant Indian songs were playing in the car. The spirit detective smoked silently and turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window.
It was seven o 'clock in New York. Less than one-fifth of the city was awake, but when the sun rose, some people were already running for their lives.
Yes, he was talking about Constantine himself.
The days of being on the run were not easy. Although the Devil's Gang's headquarters were in Mexico and Gotham, their influence in New York was not necessarily weak. Moreover, the thing in his hand was a hot potato. Holding this thing meant that he had offended not only the troublesome devil bastards of the Devil's Gang, but also Mage Kamar-Taj, who was responsible for maintaining the stability of the New York Sanctum.
Compared to the former who could only find him in the real world, the latter who could use magic to find him was obviously more difficult to deal with. Constantine had no choice but to use a special method to hide his tracks.
To be honest, this kind of life of hiding was not a lifestyle that a person like him would choose, but he had no choice. Even the worst villain had a few things that he had to do in his life.
"Sir, we'll be in Chinatown soon. Do you want to give me a high five? Do you need me to pay attention to my luck on this trip? "
The strange taxi driver suddenly turned his head and extended his hand. He looked at Constantine with a smile, and the latter was stunned.
"What's wrong with you, man?"
"Uh …"
The taxi driver retracted his hand and whispered to himself, "But Mr. Deadpool always asks me to give him a high five to wish him luck … You're really hard to get close to!"
Constantine obviously did not hear the driver's mutterings. Below a residential building in Chinatown, Constantine paid the driver and got out of the car. Just as the driver closed the door, his phone rang.
"Hello, I'm Du Peng, Mr. Deadpool? Well, I've been very free recently. We almost killed Bandu last time. That bastard didn't dare to pester my Gita anymore … Oh, I shouldn't talk so much. The East Side of Manhattan, right? Well, okay, I'll be there right away. Wait a minute, you know? I just sent off a gentleman who's hard to get close to. Yes! He's like a bastard. I think he's a fugitive! Come on, he's not as easy as you! "
Constantine strode into the old residential building. When he got on the elevator, a sloppily dressed fat man squeezed in with difficulty. After the elevator door closed, he leaned against the elevator and turned his head to look at Constantine.
"Hey, John, where have you been recently? I've been looking for you many times, but I haven't seen you … "
"Hannasi, not everyone is like you. Not everyone can rely on swindling others to get good results … Look at you!"
Constantine looked at the fat man's outfit in front of him, and his eyes fell on the bottle in his hand. "You actually drink? Have you forgotten that you're a clergyman? "
These words didn't make the fat man angry. He just took a sip of wine happily and said leisurely, "No, no.
Constantine, not everyone is as thick-skinned and lucky as you. After experiencing those things in the past, I can only rely on alcohol to make myself sleep. Oh my God, and after I realized that God had left this world, I felt that the identity of a priest was like a piece of shit to me. I'd rather be like you, a damn liar … "
He took another sip of wine slowly, and his eyes became serious.
"But this time is different, Constantine, this time is different! When I entered here yesterday, I thought I was going to deal with a simple evil god worship, but guess what I found? "
He squinted at Constantine.
"A devil! A real devil! I don't know how he crossed the barrier between this world and hell, but … it really appeared, and it possessed a poor girl. "
"So you came looking for me?"
The elevator door opened, and Constantine strolled out of the elevator. In front of him was a corridor filled with civilians who were anxious about the mysterious incident. He turned his head to look at the fat priest with a gloomy expression.
"You pushed the problem to me? Do you know that I have enough problems on my plate? Every single one of them can scare you to death. It's a miracle that I'm still alive, you damn bastard. "
"But you still came, didn't you?"
Father Hannasi shrugged calmly. "When I realized that I couldn't handle it, the first person I thought of was you. I called you, and you came. It means that you're also curious about this devil. Actually, I'm more curious about this. Didn't you stay away from these troublesome matters?"
"F * ck you!"
Constantine rudely raised his middle finger at the priest. He reached out to adjust his sloppy black tie, took out the book from his bosom, and picked up a cigarette.
"Things are different now. I'm curious about any devil … Alright, let's get to work! I don't understand Chinese. Bring me to that poor child. "
A few minutes later, Father Hannasi led Constantine through the crowd and walked into the dark house. There was a girl who looked like she was in her teens, tied to the bed with a rope. She let out a horrifying scream, and she didn't look like a human at all. Under her skin, purplish-black veins bulged. It was obvious that she was possessed by an evil spirit. Her parents knelt by the side, holding a Bible and some strange objects, such as prayer beads, but they couldn't do anything to stop the child's pain.
"Letting the ordinary people leave? Hannasi … Did all your mysticism go to the dogs' stomachs? The devil's aura here will drive them crazy. Let them go! Go prepare some holy water! "
Father Hannasi was confused. Who the f * ck knew about the devil's aura? Everyone relied on their half-baked exorcism skills to make a living. Who would be so professional?
However, he still obeyed Constantine's command. He spoke in strange Chinese and drove the crowd away. The Spirit Detective took out a sacred silver coin from his pocket, walked to the window, and pulled down the heavy curtains, letting the sunlight into the room. The moment the sunlight touched the girl, she began to scream and roar in a language that no one could understand.
Constantine flipped open the book in his hand under the sunlight, and said mockingly, "Go ahead and curse her.
"Go ahead and curse … You bastard, curse all you want. You'll know how powerful Papa John is in a while!"
Brimming with confidence, he flipped to page 37 of the Book of Solomon. The reason why the original works written by the author were so precious was that they themselves were equivalent to powerful magic tools. They could save the user a lot of energy, especially for a great wizard like Solomon who had left a mark in history. The works he personally wrote had an extremely strong oppressive force on mysterious creatures.
If Constantine had relied on his rich mysticism knowledge, second-rate exorcism skills, and superb courage to make a living, then after he obtained this book, he instantly became one of the few normal exorcists in the modern world that posed the greatest threat to the evil spirits. This was the importance of equipment. Brothers, if your attributes are not enough, you can make up for it with equipment.
"Let me see … Hmm, I think I should summon a Holy White Deer Spirit. It is said that this kind of pure spirit that is born from light is extremely lethal to a disgusting, filthy bastard like you who is like a reptile in hell. Any Evil Spirit that bathes in its light will suffer as if they are being burned by flames."
Constantine turned around, tossed the silver coin in his hand, and said to the struggling girl.
"You see, I have plenty of ways to punish you. If I were you, I would obediently come out of this girl's body! I'll give you one last chance! Come out! Talk to me, and then you can scram! "
He took a puff of his cigarette, and blew out a smoke ring in satisfaction, "You see, there's actually no deep hatred between us, is there?"
"F * ck you! Constantine! "
The girl raised her head, and her terrifying eyes that were completely devoid of pupils were filled with mockery, "Poor Cheryl was almost driven mad by the Hellfire. Of course, when you betrayed her, she had already gone mad. You bastard who had a crush on your sister! You killed her! You even caused the soul of the only poor woman who gave everything to you to be unable to find peace! Look at you, even a bastard like you can pretend to be a hero. Stop fooling around, John! "
The evil spirit distorted the girl's voice, making it extremely unpleasant and hoarse. When the evil spirit revealed these secrets, Constantine's face turned green from anger. Waves of killing intent surged out from this Spirit World Detective. This demon had obviously touched his bottom line.
"Even a demon like me disdains to associate with you. Yes, come on, banish me! But you can't kill me! Constantine! After the grand Prince of Darkness returns, I will come back to 'play' with you again. Perhaps I might even bring the soul of the insane Cheryl Constantine with me. I'll have you see what sort of treatment your pitiful older sister is receiving in hell. "
"Hahahaha!"
The evil spirit laughed wildly, "Come on, banish me, I'm waiting for you! You bastard! "
"You … You really think I can't kill you?"
Constantine's anger had reached its peak, but his voice was completely calm. He placed his finger on the page and flipped through a few more pages. "Demons are hard to kill in the modern world, but it's not impossible. In the face of forbidden knowledge, a pathetic lackey like you is no different from a mouse. And the best thing is that you have angered me. You will become a negative example for your companions. They will know that there are some things and some people that they should not mention!" Constantine's voice was filled with anger, and his tone was calm.
"A Luz Dasperança, a Luz Da Esspadado espírito-, que, desprovido de13 carimbo: salomão!!!"
Constantine's indifferent chanting was accompanied by 13 special hand seals. The moment the last incantation was chanted, the entire residential building was shrouded in a thick, majestic light pattern with a strong purifying aura. It lasted for a full 10 seconds. In fact, by the third second, the demon that was maintaining the girl's body had already disappeared with a wail.
This scene stunned everyone and Father Hannasi. Ordinary people would only think that Constantine was very powerful, but Father Hannasi was someone who was half a step into the mysterious world. He knew that the purifying light beam in front of him was enough to kill a dozen evil spirits in one go. It was like Constantine was using a cannon to kill a mosquito.
The moment the light dissipated, he rushed into the room and saw Constantine leaning against the wall, as if he had been drained dry. The latter waved at him and said with difficulty,
"Take me away from here! Quick! They … will be here soon! "
"Who?"
"A group of … troublesome people."
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