The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 55 Cashews
John Constantine is an ordinary middle-aged man with short and messy blond hair, wearing a long open yellow trench coat and a tie. He is tall and thin, with a haggard face and sunken eyes, which looks like a hangover

He sat on the sofa by himself, with a lazy and decadent attitude, holding an old book without a cover in his hand, smoking a Silk-Cut cigarette in his mouth regardless of the host and guest in the villa, and swallowed While exhaling, swaggeringly flicked the ash into the glass container.

As the owner of the villa, William Harris was obviously unswerving, but for the sake of his daughter, he still held back his emotions and said calmly: "Mr. Constantine, this is Abigail, Jacqueline's My friend, and also the host of the first spirit ceremony."

"Oh, is that so?" Constantine closed the book with a snap, straightened up and stared at Abigail, and said, "Well, little girl, I have to admire your courage to be as brave as the frontal lobe Like a manic patient who was excised, without any vigilance and awe, he used an evil tome of unknown origin, held a messy shit ritual, and put himself and his friends in crisis."

His cynicism was obviously effective, Abigail blushed, but still looked directly at Constantine, and said calmly: "Mr. Constantine, I know this is my responsibility, but Jacqueline is still unconscious, Can you listen to me explain the situation of the spiritual ritual in detail? It may be helpful."

"...Since I have received the commission from the employer, it is natural to have the spirit of the contract, no matter how much I despise the bad influence you have brought."

Constantine slumped heavily on the sofa, waved his hands, and said, "I would like to hear more about it."

By the time Abigail finished narrating, Constantine's brows were deeply frowned, and the ash from the cigarette in his mouth fell onto his tie unknowingly.

"As we all know, Western mysticism has three sources: ancient Egypt, Hebrew, and ancient Rome."

Constantine said to himself: "The book in my hand is not a book handed down from the Middle Ages, more precisely, the author of this book is a monk who belonged to the Golden Dawn Witchcraft Association in the [-]th century An antique."

The Harris and his wife of the upper echelon were naturally bewildered, while Abigail, who had a little understanding of the occult, changed his expression and explained: "The Golden Dawn Witchcraft Association is rumored to be an alchemy group, which has been spread in ten years. Continental Europe in the 89th century.

Its predecessor was the Rosicrucian Society, a mysterious organization founded in 1484 by the German Christian Rosenculus. It has its secret teachings and practice methods passed down from generation to generation. It is said that Newton, Goethe and Hegel are all rose Member of the Cross. "

"The Golden Dawn Witchcraft Society established in London in 1888 played an extremely important role in the perfection of the Tarot card theory system, and occupies an important position in Western mysticism." Constantine curled his lips irrefutably, indifferent He said: "Of course, this is just what people think. Apart from Tarot, Golden Dawn also dabbles in alchemy, stargazing, divination, and even semiotics, mathematics, herbalism, and most importantly, magic."

He raised the German book in his hand, and said: "The above content seems to be to summon natural spirits through rituals, and use the power of spirits to find the souls of the dead, but the ceremony you performed did not find a suitable one. At that time, the positions of the stars in the sky were wrong.

And according to what you said, the place where the ceremony was held was in Gotham Bay. Although I don’t live in Gotham City for a long time, my experience in Liverpool tells me that there must be countless unclaimed rotting corpses buried under the sea of ​​a port city. . "

Constantine looked at Abigail's pale face mockingly, and said with a smile: "In this environment surrounded by resentful spirits, what kind of natural spirits can you summon? You must know that the resentful spirits lured by the ritual Spirits have long been imprisoned in the dark sea of ​​darkness, filled with hatred for the living and greed for living bodies."

Jacqueline's mother, Gray Harris, finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked sharply: "Greed for the body? What does this mean?"

"Please don't be ambiguous, Mrs. Harris," Constantine pressed the Sika cigarettes with only butts into a glass container, comfortably resting his hands behind his head, and said, "The more severe the torture a soul encounters, The longer it lasts, the stronger his power will be, and the vengeful spirits in the sea are eager to return to the human world, and the only way is to attach to the body of a living person."

He stretched out his index finger and pointed at Abigail, "Because the Ouija ceremony you performed was not professional, so before those wraiths invaded your body, the Ouija board broke and the ceremony was interrupted.

As for Miss Jacqueline, because of her talent, the ceremony she held alone was more in line with the rules of mysticism. Those summoned wraiths undoubtedly took advantage of the spirit ritual ceremony to occupy her body. "

For the sake of explanation, he casually picked up a fruit plate on the coffee table and dumped the cashews inside into the trash, leaving only one cashew.

"This only cashew nut, you can regard it as Jacqueline's soul, and this small pot is her body."

After all, Constantine grabbed dozens of almonds, poured them into a small basin, separated them from the cashew nuts, and gathered them into a single ball.

"You can regard these almonds as the souls of wraiths. They cut off Jacqueline's connection with the body, and are always ready to completely occupy them."

The hall of the villa was silent, only the gurgling sound of the automatic cleaning of the swimming pool was left outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

William Harris was silent for a long time, hugged his wife who was on the verge of collapse, and said hoarsely: "Then my daughter is not herself anymore?"

"So far it's her." Constantine spread his hands and said calmly: "On the one hand, those grievances created the assumption that Miss Jacqueline thought it was a dream, making her fall asleep and preventing her from waking up again.

On the other hand, they are naturally not a united and friendly harmonious organization. In order to compete for the permanent residence of the body, they continue to fight and fight until the strongest soul is left behind. "

He kept picking smaller almonds from the fruit plate, leaving only the largest one, "When the last survivor is born, he will completely erase the traces of Jacqueline and replace your daughter."

The solitary cashew nut was squeezed out by Constantine with great interest and thrown into his mouth. The crisp chewing sound was extremely harsh at this moment.

After a long time, William Harris came back to his senses, looked straight into Constantine's lazy eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Can you save her?"

"Yes, but it's difficult."

(End of this chapter)