The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 964 The End of Constantine
Zatanna walked up to Constantine, knelt down, looked into his eyes and said, "I know, you are not as evil and ruthless as you appear, so your soul is feeling extremely sad."

As she spoke, she gently stretched out her hand, stroked the center of Constantine's brow with her fingertips, and said, "But you need to rest now, there will be no more devils to haunt your dreams, go to sleep, John..."

Accompanied by her soft murmur, Constantine slowly closed his eyes, and his breathing rhythm gradually became even, Zatanna sighed and whispered: "Well, now, I have to do everything. "

"The heinous curse, the chaos of Gotham, hell and heaven..." Zatanna stood up while whispering, turned around, and planned to leave.

But the moment she turned her back, Constantine jumped up, strangled her neck from behind, and pressed her to the ground.

Zatana struggled desperately, she shouted: "Konstantin!! You crazy!! Let go of me!!!"

As she struggled, she caught Constantine's eyes, and the madness there told Zatanna that she was wrong.

She always thought that Constantine became so evil and crazy because of magic. It was the curses cast on him by those demons that made his thinking confused, and it was the endless nightmares that drove him crazy.

But now, the fire in his eyes was telling Zatanna that magic wasn't the dye of his madness, or even the firewood, that he was a madman first and a magician second.

The lack of oxygen made Zatana gradually lose consciousness. When she stopped resisting, Constantine stood up panting. Although he already had a young and strong body, the pain had gone away from him, but he still Feeling very weak, like a piece of your soul is forever missing.

He reached out and touched Zatana's prop belt. After opening it, there were only some gadgets that magicians would use, but for Constantine, it was enough.

He did not choose to cast magic in the Batcave, but staggered away from here, as if urged by something, and came to the basement where he lived before at the fastest speed.

This is the so-called "spirit gap", which can provide the magician with the best environment for casting spells. Constantine placed the cards on the ground, drew patterns with chalk, and then lit the ears of wheat with a lighter.

He knelt down on one knee and began to whisper the spell in the magic circle, which was his best method of summoning demons.

When the incantation was halfway through, Constantine didn't notice any demonic aura, so he gave up chanting, stood up, and in the corner of the room, he found the fragments of the wine bottle that he had broken before, and took In the hand, return to the center of the magic circle.

Then, he cut his palm with a fragment of a wine bottle, and the blood dripped on the burnt black ears of wheat. Constantine chanted the spell again, but still no one responded.

Originally, he could still hear some distant whispers, but after adding his own blood, the surrounding was eerily quiet.

Constantine fell to the ground. He should have thought that whether he was an angel or a demon, he would never be fooled again.

Before, the reason why he was able to borrow strength from all kinds of people again and again, but did not repay the debt, was simply because of four words - sunk cost.

In the beginning, before Constantine entered the world of occultism, all magicians paid their debts honestly. Therefore, the demons were not prepared at all. They never thought that a weak human would dare to owe their debts and not repay them. .

Demons are very confident, because they know that human willpower is very fragile. If human beings dare not repay their debts, just harass them a little bit from their dreams, or leave them some painful curses, they will definitely cry Call your mother to pay off the debt.

The demons did not expect that not only was Constantine not afraid of this kind of pain, but he also counted on this kind of pain to relieve his inner guilt. They wished that the devil would come a few more times, and he would take all the pain.

Therefore, some demons followed his way and lent him their power, but they were reprimanded. But at this time, some other demons who were not informed also lent him their power.

Constantine found the first batch of demons and told them that if you don't lend me any more power, I will dedicate my soul to the people on the other side to pay off the debt.

The demons felt sorry for the power they threw out, and they didn't want those competitors who competed for their souls to enjoy Constantine's soul exclusively, so they borrowed some of his power.

After accumulating more power, Constantine can summon more powerful demons, borrow more power, and then use the same method to continue snowballing until he becomes one of the most powerful magicians in the occult world.

Later, almost all the angels and demons were borrowed by him.

There are more and more crimes on him, which makes him more and more enticing. Everyone wants his soul, but they don't want his soul to fall into the hands of others, so whenever he is in danger, they They will all come to the rescue.

If they don't save Constantine, or don't lend him strength when he is in trouble, not only will all the investment in the early stage be in vain, but he will not be able to get his soul in return in the later stage. No one wants to suffer such a disadvantage by funding competitors for nothing, which is why Constantine borrowed from Bailing.

However, Schiller paid off all the debts for Constantine. That is to say, when Constantine's company went bankrupt and liquidated, all assets just offset all liabilities, and all creditors recovered their costs, and even paid off their debts. There is a part of the surplus.

So at this time, Constantine opened a company under his own name and wanted to seek investment. Who else would invest?
Before, they kept investing in it, but they were afraid that they would not be able to recover the cost, so they had to go all the way to the dark, but now, after going through all kinds of hardships, they finally got a good result.

All the managers felt their chests and rejoiced that they were lucky to meet a liar and still recover the cost. No matter how stupid they were, they would not make a second investment in a liar who had lost all credibility.

In the room in the basement, Constantine tried countless magic circles to summon demons or angels, but he didn't get any response.

All the magical power in his body disappeared as the wounds healed. Now, he has nothing but a healthy body and a mind full of mystical theoretical knowledge.

Constantine sat on the floor of the messy basement he had drawn, and took out a cigarette from the pocket of his windbreaker. After lighting it, he took a sip before being choked and coughed twice.

Then he found that not only magic, but also the addiction to smoking, alcohol and drugs had all gone away from him. He completely returned to the state of ignorance and ignorance when he was 17 years old, and he really gained a new life.

Constantine wanted to continue smoking, but as if he had thought of something again, he showed a smile that was uglier than crying, then threw the cigarette aside, looking at the fine smoke coming out of the slowly burning cigarette butt on the ground , Constantine said in a low voice: "Your hand is rejuvenated, Professor."

Konstantin sat on the spot and covered his face with his hands again. When he calmed down, the terror he had been avoiding invaded him again, which made him short of breath and tremble all over.

"No...no...don't think about them, don't think about them...don't think about anything, just empty your mind..." Konstantin mumbled while holding his head, and then instinctively began to grope on the ground.

Next to the mattress he slept on, he found a small medicine bottle, which contained his usual snacks, which could bring him a good night's sleep. He unscrewed the cap with trembling arms, and poured a large pile of pills In the palm of the hand.

Just when he instinctively wanted to put the pills into his mouth, he threw the pills out as if he had been scalded, started shaking his hands frantically, and then yelled:

"No! John! What are you doing?! You can't do this! You can't smoke, drink and do drugs anymore...Think what got you a new life!"

Soon, his voice became weak again, and he said: "But I want to divert my attention, I want to sleep, I can't think about them..."

"You deserve it, you deserve it... John, you killed so many people, innocent children, reliable friends, but you want to escape this guilt with physical pain, and now you can't do it , you deserve it..."

Like a choked fish, Constantine kept extruding a short "cough cough" sound from his throat. Then, as if he had seen some hallucination, he stood up and said to the air:
"Astera, is that you? I can explain that incident, no it wasn't me... I didn't mean it... I really didn't..." Constantine's breathing rate became faster and faster, and his voice was full of pain.

Then he became irritable and said, "Devil! It's all done by you devils! It's you who took away the souls of innocent people!"

Standing in the dark basement room, Constantine heard whispers in his ear.

"It's you! Constantine! Don't try to push us..."

"It's the tragedy caused by your abuse of magic..."

"It's your arrogance and exaggeration that caused all this..."

Suddenly, Constantine turned his head sharply and looked to his side, but there was nothing there, but he suddenly shouted a little madly: "No! This is all your conspiracy! It's your plan to take revenge on me! !!"

"Thomas!! I know it's you! You have never died, you have always been by my side, trying to torture me in various ways, all of this is your conspiracy to make me collapse!! !"

Constantine kept waving his arms and shouted into the air: "I killed you in my mother's stomach! But so what? This world is not fair!!!"

"After father learned that mother was pregnant with twins, he only gave you a name!!! He gave you his name!!!" Constantine almost broke his voice: "Only you are named Thomas! And I can only be called John!"

"John...John...that's a name he heard at the gaming table and threw it at me!"

"Every time I hear him call your name, I feel the flames of jealousy burning in my soul! So. I must kill you! Otherwise, he will never love me!"

When Constantine kept slamming into the air, he seemed to be dancing a dance, always accompanied by a dance of evil curses, crazy, cruel and dangerous, like a puppet at the mercy of fate.

Soon, he stopped, like a toy whose clockwork stopped turning, stopped abruptly, panting continuously with his hands on his knees, and then whispered:
"What if I really did something wrong? Maybe it's..." Maybe it's...

While muttering, he began to search in the room. Next to the mattress, he found a piece of wire used to fix the mattress. Holding the wire, he looked up at the ceiling.

Countless blood oozes from the cracks in the walls of the room, staining the floor and ceiling dark red, and the water flows in from the stairs until the entire room is submerged in warm amniotic fluid.

Through the fetal wall and amniotic fluid, Constantine heard another heartbeat. He heard a muffled voice coming from outside the mother's belly:

"Little Thomas...Little Thomas..."

This voice is so soft and gentle, with endless expectations and love.

In a trance, Constantine saw an umbilical cord dangling on his head, and the other him, standing opposite him, put his ear to the fetal wall, listening to his father's gentle call, feeling the love of his relatives for his birth. expectations.

Constantine stretched out his wobbly arm and pulled the umbilical cord over. In his chaotic thoughts, he thought, if he really did something wrong, he should have realized it earlier, a person who was not expected life, should not have come to this world.

The umbilical cord gradually enlarged in Constantine's field of vision, and when it touched his cheek, it was abruptly hard and cold.

Then.He felt a heavy sense of falling, he thought, maybe it was because his mother was giving birth, and that kind of pressure made him feel suffocated.

But soon, he felt the warmth again. After the amniotic fluid ran out, the fetal wall wrapped around him, just like a mother's gentle embrace.

In such warmth, Constantine felt very relaxed and peaceful, and just like that, he slowly fell asleep.

"boom!!!!!!!!"

"NO!!!!!! JOHN!!!!!!!!!"

(End of this chapter)