The source of disaster in the Marvel world

"I'm not here to drink or fight with you, Constantine."

Betsy followed Constantine impatiently to the door of a hidden bar. There was a man hiding himself in a windbreaker at the door. He glanced at Constantine and didn't react. It was obvious that he was a regular visitor here. .

And just when Betsy was about to follow, the man glanced at her greedily, which made Betsy, who had always been nervous, very unhappy, if Constantine hadn't noticed something was wrong and stopped her immediately.

"Hey, we haven't met the real owner yet. A fight at this time would not be good for us. Calm down, little girl."

Constantine stopped Betsy angrily and whispered to her.

"There's something wrong with that guy's eyes. It's like the eyes of a hunter when he sees food. Are you sure you've brought me to the right place, and not some secret cannibal stronghold?"

Betsy opened Constantine's hand and whispered to him.

"In a sense, yes, but after all, they are only a minority. The person guarding the door today is a low-level vampire. He probably can't control his appetite very well, especially for a cute and young girl like you. "

Constantine spread his hands and continued walking forward with Betsy.

"Well, most of the vampires have restrained themselves a lot now. After all, humans are no longer as weak as they were in the Middle Ages. You are a bit rare and strange."

"Please, before I came across this book, I was still an atheist, and I already have a keen sense of malice, not to mention the malice that is so easy to hide."

"Oh, then you came here, but you came to the wrong place."

After that, Constantine opened the door of the bar, and his eyes were cast on Constantine and Betsy. However, after they found out who was coming, their eyes became a little malicious. .

"The bastard walking on the edge of hell"

"The Deceiver of the Dark World"

"The Traitor of the Soul Contract"

There was an endless stream of comments from the people around them. Although it was very quiet, Betsy could still hear it clearly. At the same time, they were also surrounded by malice.

"By the way, it seems that you are not doing well here. Can they use physical means to solve it? I seem to be only good at this."

Betsy smiled evilly. She had been disturbed by that book these days, so you can imagine that she was not in a good mood now. If there were so many sandbags, Betsy wouldn't mind venting.

"No, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't want to come to this place."

Constantine smiled bitterly and continued to walk forward. He came to the hidden part of the bar with familiarity and said to the strong black man guarding the door.

"We are here to find Father Midnight. There is something he must be interested in."

"How dare you appear here, you bastard?"

The strong man ignored Constantine's approach, roared angrily, and prepared to hit Constantine with a fist. Constantine did not dodge, but still smiled cheaply, but the huge black fist full of power, but one The white little hands blocked it easily.

"Hey, before he helps me solve the problem, he is my key protection target."

Betsy said that I pulled hard and threw the strong man to the ground with a perfect shoulder. His petite body threw the big man as strong as an ox like a rag doll, throwing him around. Constantine, who was watching from the side, was sweating from behind.

"It seems that my knowledge of this little girl needs to be refreshed."

"Stop it, Father Midnight will let you in."

The door was opened, and another thin black man stopped Betsy and the others, as well as the people who were gradually surrounding them.

"Let me tell you, Father Midnight is not so unkind. After all, we are also good friends."

Constantine greeted the lean black man with a playful smile, and the lean black man moved out of the way expressionlessly. When Constantine saw this, he quickly asked Betsy to follow him.

"I don't go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything. Constantine, I'm not so good to you that I can walk in at will. Tell me what's going on."

A black man, while playing with the voodoo doll in his hand, said casually to Constantine who came to him,

"Oh, of course I'm here to talk about a big deal. Hey, one of my friends got into some trouble unintentionally, so I thought of you. See, I take good care of your business, right?"

Constantine sat down opposite Father Midnight in a familiar manner, and lit up the cigarette eagerly. He smoked a lot of cigarettes along the way. Betsy had already warned him, as he had done before. When examining Constantine's body, Betsy discovered that this guy's lung function was very poor due to heavy smoking, but Constantine didn't care.

"Oh"

Father Midnight looked at Betsy, and Betsy generously showed Father Midnight the flaming skull burns on her body, as well as the iron chain tempered by the fire of hell and the ancient and thick book.

"You can ask for anything you want, as long as I can do it, I'll accept it."

Betsy is also very generous. She wants to solve these things quickly so that she can install the original plan to help the Mutant Academy find mutants imprisoned in other above-ground experimental bases and study ways to resurrect Green.

Finally, she found a hidden corner and continued to live her salty and happy life.

"This is"

Father Midnight also frowned. He was not very clear about the origin of this book, but he could feel the huge dark magic in this book. This was something he dreamed of.Endless power and a hint of greed came to mind in Father Midnight's mind.

"Hey, don't make any mistakes. This book has been imprinted on her soul. No one can use it until it is removed."

Constantine leaned on the sofa indifferently, as if he was happy to see the development of the situation.

"Of course, in addition to removing the brand, there is also..."

"There is another way to get this book, and that is to erase the soul that contracted with this book."

Father Midnight took over Constantine's words viciously, and looked greedily at the weak girl in front of him.

Betsy yawned a little boredly, ignoring the strong black men slowly approaching around her, and rolled her eyes at Constantine.

In an instant, bloody corpses were scattered in every corner of the room.Constantine was not spared from being treated badly.

The cleanest part of the room was where Betsy stood.

"Come on, let's make a condition. Don't do any pointless testing. I haven't been very patient lately."

"Hey, this test is still necessary. Don't be impatient, little magical girl. Although I can't tell the origin of this book, there is someone who will definitely know. And these bloods are just a necessary part."

Father Midnight was also a bachelor. He gave Constantine a vicious look. This little bastard had plotted against him again. Constantine deliberately refused to explain and even guided Father Midnight to take action. Just because of Constantine. You know, these voodoo zombies around Father Midnight are no match for this weak-looking Betsy. The power in this girl's body is even stronger than an adult demon.

Father Midnight, who is also a mage, also gave in very decisively. He didn't even react to the killing move just now.Of course, it’s not that Midnight Father is afraid of Betsy. Just like Constantine, as long as he is given time to prepare and a well-arranged plan, 10 Betsy is not enough for wizards like them who have countless tricks and trump cards in their hands. .

Using the blood on the ground, Midnight Dad decisively drew a strange magic circle, with the skull on the table chanting a difficult-to-pronounce spell.

And started to dance strangely, and finally even put his forehead on the skull.

The weird aura can even make people like Betsy who know nothing else feel some chills.

"Hey, I already know it. My sister told me."

Midnight Dad seemed crazy, dancing even more hysterically. He slowly stopped when the chill slowly dissipated.

"elder sister"

Betsy asked Constantine in a low voice.

"Well, how should I put it? He killed his sister, and placed a vicious spell on his sister's soul, making her soul unable to reincarnate. He also sacrificed her sister's soul, allowing her sister to live under a powerful As a doting concubine with the devil, he used his sister to complete the exploration of hell and dig out those ancient and magical secrets. He can also steal some of the power of the great devil through her sister. This is also the basis for his livelihood, otherwise how could he If you can build a tavern where angels, demons, and those hybrid monsters can appear together at the same time, you must know that without a certain amount of power, this bar will be demolished by monsters of various forces and races outside in less than two days."

Constantine explained in a low voice that this was also an open secret in the dark world. Betsy was very curious. Although Betsy knew these various names, they were in legends and now they have become a reality.

It's just that she doesn't want to ask too much now. When the time comes, she will find an opportunity to ask Constantine to give him a few books introducing these things and study them slowly. The first priority is to solve the current trouble.

"I already understand the origin of this book."

Father Midnight's voice was a little hoarse after he had just finished performing rituals, but his excitement could also be seen.

"It's called the Book of Solomon. It's a magic book in which a great demon records his lifelong magic."

Father Midnight sat back on the chair and said to everyone in a conspiratorial manner.

"Solomon never heard of it"

Constantine muttered in confusion.

"There are thousands of great lords in hell. If you knew them all, then you would be transcendent from mortals, Constantine."

"Okay, okay, then how is my friend going to get rid of this strange book."

"Go to hell. My sister can help you wash away the marks of her soul in the River Styx in hell. Of course, my help is not free. How about this book?"

Betsy looked at Constantine and frowned slightly, but still nodded, and Betsy readily agreed.

"Okay, as long as you can help us solve this matter, this book can be given to you."

"Well, if we are going to hell, we still need to prepare some things. How about we come to you when we are ready, Father Midnight?"

Constantine pondered for a moment and said to Father Midnight who was hiding himself in the darkness on the seat.

"Of course, you can come here when you are ready. After all, hell is not that easy to go to, hehe."

After receiving the answer, Constantine and Betsy quickly left the bar to prepare some things for their trip to hell.

"The Book of Darkness, the all-knowing and all-powerful magic book, what kind of luck did you have to find it?"

Midnight's father played with his sister's skull, a sinister and greedy expression appeared on his face, and muttered to the skull.

"Sister, how about you help me get rid of those two people this time. I promise to release your soul and end your long-term bondage. Hehe."