The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 458 Nightclub
The dark humor is that while the interstellar war is approaching, people on the earth are still trying to maintain a peaceful life.

Loud, frantic music that seemed to burst the eardrums reverberated in the room. Under the psychedelic lights, the fashionable men and women swayed and twisted their bodies ecstatically. The air was filled with hormonal anxiety.

All in all, this is a nightclub.

History has proved countless times that people facing tremendous pressure to survive will embrace cultural products without hesitation as a spiritual pillar to tide them over.

Whether it is religion, opera, or radio, novels, movies, TV shows, and even today's video games, they are all a kind of "spiritual placebo".
Just as in the 30s, the American film industry thrived in the bad environment of the Great Depression,
At the moment when alien civilizations are likely to invade on a large scale at any time, the entertainment industry such as nightclubs has not only not shrunk, but has been further developed.

The life attitude of carpe gratification began to spread like some kind of infectious disease. Not only the middle-aged people in their [-]s and [-]s who are the pillars of society began to be decadent and pessimistic, even the young people in their teens and twenties who should be optimistic, Also became depressed.

The waving of the flag by the propaganda departments of various countries can only slightly slow down this momentum - the people have always been accustomed to voting with their feet.

If it weren't for the governments of various countries to take measures to strengthen law and order, I am afraid that consumer places like nightclubs will become more chaotic and chaotic.

Unlike the people in the arena who were venting their stress, a warlock named Constantine was sitting in a dark corner of the nightclub, leaning against the bar counter, weakly drinking a bottle of beer that had run out of gas.

He was still wearing the iconic long yellow trench coat, with a light layer of sparse cyan stubble, which couldn't hide the wrinkles on his chin at all.

Paired with those deep dark circles and chicken coop hair, it's no problem to say that Constantine is a bum.

The person in charge of the mysticism of Academy City, since being transformed into a human body by Li Ang, has gone farther and farther on the path of inhumanity,
His limbs and bones have been replaced with a more efficient steel hydraulic system, and his muscles have also been replaced with extremely high-strength composite materials.
With the further development of the demon summoning plan, even the internal organs that were originally considered "human" were replaced by more efficient demonic organs.

The current Constantine, rather than saying that he is a human being, is more like a monster that was put together like Frankenstein's creation.

He silently tasted the taste of beer, feeling the sweetness and bitterness lingering on the tip of his tongue——The regenerative medicine department led by Dr. Strange has the best scientific and technological capabilities in the world, especially when it draws lessons from the Chitauri and the A After Sgaard's medical technology, it has been possible to carry out all kinds of incredible experiments.

The reason why Constantine looks unhappy is not because he is disgusted by his artificial body (the second-rate warlock is a pragmatist through and through, plus he has no morals), but

It wasn't because of his fate like a lone star of evil, that some relatives and friends died again. .

The reason is very simple. There have been some deviations in the hell demon analysis plan that Constantine is in charge of.

The former motorcycle stunt rider and current Ghost Rider, Jonathan Blazer, has not been captured by the team led by Constantine for a long time, and is still at large.

Ghost Rider is a human being who has made deals with hell demons. He has mastered the most advanced evil power and can be regarded as a passage between the world and hell.

As long as the Ghost Rider is captured and an in-depth analysis is conducted based on the demonic fires he possesses, he can figure out the nature of the evil forces in hell and increase the odds of victory for the Earth Alliance.

More importantly, Constantine, who is one of the persons in charge of the mysterious side of Academy City, believes that the less positive state of mind of humans on earth today is related to the bewitching of hell demons-if this guess is correct, then It is even more important to find the high-level Hell Demon through the Ghost Rider as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Constantine picked up the beer glass that was about to dry up in his hand, drank it down, wiped his lips with his cuff, and scanned the nightclub with his haggard eyes.
No matter how glamorous the appearance of those men and women dancing to the beat of the music, they cannot conceal their hollow and numb hearts.

The soul power "evaporated" from the people's bodies, as if there were countless clusters of ashes, slowly emerging from the heads of the crowd, forming a cloud and mist, lingering over the nightclub, and finally condensed into a rope, spreading to the nightclub second floor.

Even without the use of psionic senses, Constantine could feel the decadent and depraved atmosphere in this place, as well as the familiar smell behind the depravity.

A taste exclusive to hell demons.

There is a demon, using the nightclub as its nest, sucking the corrupt souls of the men and women.

And Constantine's task is to find the demon, interrogate him, and find news about Ghost Rider from the demon.

Constantine put a crumpled dollar bill under the beer quilt, and slowly put it on the table. Just as he was about to imitate the messy pace of a drunk and headed for the place where the gray smoke was, a voice called out from behind over him.

"Don't be in a hurry to leave."

Li Ang, who was wearing casual clothes, was no different from those young people who had just finished dancing in the center of the nightclub. He said with a smile, "Stay here later, you are not the only guest visiting that demon."

"Your Excellency Leon?"

Constantine was a little startled, and even the decadent temperament lingering around him disappeared temporarily, "Uh, sorry, are you here for inspection?

I thought you wouldn't be interested in such a simple matter."

"Simple?"

Li Ang raised his eyebrows, and with a wave of his palm, he sent a bottle of wine from the bar far away. He held it in his hand, untied the bottle cap lightly, took a few sips slowly, and then said: "If there is such a Simply put, I wouldn't be here.

Everything has its internal connection. Behind this ordinary nightclub, there may also be a clue hidden, a clue that may determine the outcome of this cosmic war. "

Constantine was silent for a moment, and boldly joked: "With all due respect, Your Excellency Li Ang is getting more and more."

"God stick?"

Li Ang smiled, and pressed the wine glass on the table, "I've never been a genius, I can only analyze the traces on the surface of things and find their inner connections.

Now, let's go upstairs and find that poor demon. "

(End of this chapter)