Chapter 1181

Constantine stood downstairs in an apartment where his father ran his gang at midnight. As soon as Constantine got out of the taxi, he saw several sons of midnight, gangsters led by their father. They stood guard downstairs and hid in the corner to monitor the passing crowd. When he saw Constantine, he was surprised that even the tobacco added in his mouth fell off.

A man quickly disappeared and went upstairs to report to their father.

Constantine calmly observed the disappeared minion from the corner of his eyes, and calmly said to zatana in the car, "don't you go up?"

"I won't go up... I'll wait for you here." zatana was very upset with the African voodoo magician.

"I've put the reverse spell in your pocket... I wish he could calm down. What did you steal from him?" zatana asked, "it's a shame to stand with you..."

"Don't say that... Xiao ZA, it's just a probe skull." Constantine said frankly: "I thought I had cleared up the misunderstanding with him! There was a huge power fluctuation in metropolis that day. I was a little curious and discussed borrowing it with my father. As a result, I didn't see him when I went, so I didn't tell him."

"But you didn't expect that thing to come to the door by yourself, did you?" zatana sneered, "go up! Accept your punishment."

Constantine smiled and said, "Xiao ZA, you know... We are best at avoiding punishment and price. This is magic..."

By this time, Constantine had seen from the corner of his eyes that a big black man with bare upper body came down with a group of people. He was wearing a big gold chain - Midnight dad was a voodoo magician from Haiti, and his men were some capable blacks. Constantine walked towards him with a smile on his face and said, "Hey! My man... Long time no see. How's dad?"

When the black man went up, he punched Constantine and knocked him to the ground: "you stole dad's things... Again, dare to come!"

Constantine fell to the ground with a cry of pain.

Constantine looked up and said, "I'm here. I borrow and return. I'm showing my sincerity and helping dad relieve a trouble... You should know what happened in metropolis that day. Everyone knows the magic wave of detecting skulls. Someone will come to look for that..."

"Er!" Constantine was given another bar by old black with a crowbar.

When Constantine collapsed to the ground, Lao Hei stopped and said, "Dad wants to see you! Think about how to explain first!"

When he saw his father at midnight, Constantine was not surprised. He was torturing two people who were difficult to become human. One of them looked like a woman with long hair, but now it has become a woman's nightmare. Its lower body has completely disappeared, its spine and intestines are held on the ground, and it is still crying: "Please, let me free!"

It has become a ferocious and terrible resurrection corpse!

At midnight, dad stood beside him with a cigar in his arms and looked at Constantine. He was wearing a voodoo robe. He sneered and said, "I'm curious what you're looking for? Constantine, you stole my things and are going to look for the magic artifact that appeared in the metropolis... This is not your style. Generally speaking, you will restrain your greed."

"You know the price of magic. Although you are reluctant to say that, Constantine... You are a scum, but you are also a scum with a position."

"You maintain the balance of magic!" midnight dad said, "that's why I'm willing to listen to you when I see your rotten meat... Of course, don't play such a trick in front of me!" midnight dad reached out and took out a strange spell from Constantine's coat pocket.

"Reverse the spell and return the damage you have received to the last person who hurt you today!"

At midnight, my father pressed Constantine on the face of the half disabled reincarnated corpse and let him have a close contact with it.

Slag Kang was so sick by the stench of the rotting corpse that he wanted to vomit. He didn't scream until the teeth of the corpse bit him: "if you do this, Xiao Zha won't kiss me for half a year!"

At midnight, Dad flipped the spell at one o'clock, and the spell suddenly burned, transferring all the damage suffered by Constantine to the resurrected corpse.

At midnight, Dad loosened his hand holding Constantine's back neck and let him stand up calmly. Slag Kang sorted out his windbreaker and shirt a little. He was disgusted and highlighted a mouthful of rotten saliva. He snapped his fingers and plunged his body into darkness. There were only slag Kang and midnight in a dark space.

"I've received the order from the adult!" slag Kang said:

"Don't play tricks... John, I'm not a very patient person," said dad at midnight.

Some twisted blue flames suddenly appeared around Constantine, and a fuzzy figure appeared in the middle of the flame. He looked at Constantine and said, "I need you to do something for me, John." at midnight, dad was horrified and said, "prophet!"

"The first prophet!" Constantine turned sideways to the projection preserved by magic. His silhouette held a cigarette in his mouth. Cigarette was also the medium of casting magic. In fact, the history of tobacco used in mystics was almost synchronized with the history of tobacco used by human beings. Indian wizards liked to smoke tobacco to cast magic and use smoke as the medium of casting magic.

A writing wizard, read as a white Wizard of crazy soldiers, also loves tobacco.

The smoke around the projection is shrouded. It is obvious that Zhekang uses tobacco as a medium to show it.

The distorted projection of the first prophet said, "an artifact will appear in the future metropolis..." a fuzzy shadow with green light appeared in the smoke. Constantine slowly said, "it's like kryptonite, isn't it?"

"It's very dangerous. It's a gateway to another world. It can create a fourth prophet. It's a key sent in... Help me find it, Constantine. It's a powerful mage's way home, but we can't let him come back because he will destroy the world. There are three outsiders who come to our world."

Reed, the little spider, and strange's fuzzy shadow appear in the projection.

"Protect him." the first prophet looked at Reed's projection.

Then he said to the projection of the little spider, "and the artifact is on him! He may destroy the world, but the world should have been destroyed. You don't have to care. He is the one we chose to destroy the world."

"And he!" said the first prophet, pointing to strange, "is a mage exiled out of time. You must let him back at the right time. If the time is wrong, the process of destruction of the world will be out of control."

Constantine appeared for the first time in the projection. He asked the first to know: "isn't it the responsibility of the committee to protect the world? Why do you come to me?"

"Because our opinions are divided, the three prophets have split! We all see that the world is at a key node and stands at the crossroads leading to different futures, but our opinions are greatly divided. Everyone wants to save the world, but the world can't be saved!"

"We have to make a choice, a different choice!"

"So we go our own way. The committee will take action only when the three prophets have the same opinion. This is the iron rule I set. The committee is trying to save me now, and I must ensure that there is still a chance to come back, so we can only let the second and third prophets act, and you know, no one can compare with the second prophet when making choices for the world."

Constantine said, "that's really a... Enviable ability."

"We don't agree, so I need you to get that artifact so that I can stop him from making choices for the world at a critical time."

"But he can keep me from touching that artifact," Constantine said.

"No... he will!" the first prophet smiled. "As long as it can bring you bad luck... He will take the initiative to deliver things to the door. This is the rule of the game between us."

All illusions disappeared... Dad was silent at midnight.

He stood up and turned his head into the darkness. The two left the dark world and returned to reality.