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"Is it over? Is that guy gone?" Constantine asked with squinting eyes while holding a cigarette in his mouth.

Chen Yu nodded, "That was the death of the Endless Family."

Constantine immediately opened his eyes in shock, and half of his cigarette almost fell to the ground, "Damn it! Why are you related to death? I have seen an introduction to death in the Book of Magdalene, and That terrifying black shadow that seemed to come out of the abyss!”

Chen Yu shook his head, "That's all false. She's just a... beautiful girl, and very gentle."

"Gentle death?" Constantine laughed, "This is the craziest joke I've ever heard!"

"In short, we have a goal now." Chen Yu looked at the super-dimensional book locked on his wrist. Under the touch of consciousness, it quickly turned into an invisible object emitting a green halo, and then submerged. Chen Yu only had a claw-like tattoo left on his arm.

"Are you really going to find that Morpheus?" Constantine asked, "And listening to the conversation just now, what? That guy is trapped in the human world?"

"Morpheus may have some information and clues that I need, and this is not just for myself." Chen Yu turned to face Constantine, "If you also want to end the nightmare about Newcastle, then directly find The master of dreams is the best choice, isn’t it?”

Constantine thought for a while, and he knew from the trembling lips that this guy must be troubled by nightmares.

The lingering shadow of the Newcastle incident was a source of fear for him and he was not that brave, he just wanted to erase it.

"Great, that does sound appealing. But now you're like the brightest damn star in the night sky, and enemies are bound to attack you along the way. I don't want to follow a hot potato on this trip. Sad journey, let's go, boy!" Constantine strode towards Collins' old pickup truck, "We still have to go to the warehouse in Thursdyke first, where I have to 'pack' it for you. The bastard can’t find you!”

Chen Yu also walked towards the broken car and stood still at the front of the car.

There were blood stains on it from the hostages who had been killed.

Constantine also saw it, and he quickly asked with a guilty conscience, "I...killed that guy, right?"

Chen Yu raised his head and looked directly into Constantine's painful eyes. Although many people died because of him, he would not take the initiative to kill an innocent person. This is an essential difference.

Constantine is weak, and now is his most vulnerable time. If you tell him the truth, he will probably blame himself again and fall into a decadent state of self-destruction.

"No." Chen Yu shook his head and lied, "Collins had already killed him before you hit him. There was a knife wound on his neck."

Constantine lowered his head, tapped the hood a few times with his fingers, and then got into the car, "You know what?"

He said loudly, "Your lying skills are terrible! Maybe you should learn from here first!"

Chen Yu looked at Constantine in the broken car window in surprise.

Can he see through my heart and my expressionless disguise?

Come to think of it, he could see through my mind just now.

"Why?" Chen Yu couldn't help but ask.

"Facial paralysis doesn't mean you're calm!" Constantine said lazily, "I told you you're normal, kid! It's just that your words are so serious that it's maddening!"

Well, death is right.

Perhaps following Constantine is the best option.

Chen Yu thought for a while and stretched out his left arm with claw mark tattoos. Under the penetration and change of his imagination and magic power, the old pickup truck's shell took on a new look.

Immediately afterwards, the belt magic weapon flew back and wrapped around Chen Yu's right arm.

Chen Yu also brought a flatulence shielding amulet.

The "Dead Soul" was silent. It had lost most of its power and huddled in Chen Yu's shadow to heal its wounds alone.

The "Book of Magic" even disappeared into the ocean of consciousness and closed again.

Chen Yu got in the car.

Constantine's face was a little serious. He had obviously fallen into self-blame for accidentally killing an innocent person, but surprisingly he did not collapse.

He also seemed to accept his tragic life.

"Send you some good things." Chen Yu thought for a while and said.

Immediately afterwards, a colorful green light of magic appeared on Constantine's body.

"Shit!" Constantine exclaimed, then whistled while laughing.

Gray tight coat, shirt, tie, suit pants and leather shoes.

"Why are you dressed like this?" Constantine fiddled with his clothes and quickly frowned, "This doesn't look like me at all! I'm the lead singer of the band 'Mucous Membrane'! I was also a member of the New Wave March! This is Are you kidding me? Like a regular office worker?"

Chen Yu looked at his arrangement with interest, "No, you will like this outfit. We all need a new start, don't we?"

Constantine raised his eyebrows, and then leaned on the car seat without saying a word, "You're right, boy, I have to make a settlement. I have to do a fucking total!"

Chen Yu started the old pickup truck and said with a reluctant dull roar, "I will help you."

"What did you use to save me?" Constantine suddenly asked, "Demon blood? That's demon blood, right?"

Chen Yu did not deny it and shrugged while turning the steering wheel, "It's better than falling into hell, isn't it? And your body is branded with the mark of Mammon, so Nergal can't find you for the time being."

"I'm being kicked around like a ball and a fool!" Constantine loosened his tie angrily, "I said you can't have a full service? At least a pack of Silka cigarettes!"

"I never smoke, I don't have enough imagination." Chen Yu backed the car out of the broken warehouse, "Unless you want to smoke a choking firewood."

Constantine turned on the radio in frustration.

"carry on my wayward son..."

The classic tune of the Kansas band roared out accompanied by the hum of the engine.

I didn't expect to hear this 76-year-old song again on British radio.

Ah, for now, this song has only been sung for three years.

"I like this song. I have also flaunted my faith and my will. We have also been...so high-spirited." Constantine looked at the dark valley outside the car window and said quietly, "We are a small team. , wild and unruly, even thinking that he can reshape the world. Fairness, justice, and damn heroes."

Chen Yu looked at the rugged ground illuminated by the car lights. He couldn't understand Constantine's feelings. He was only slightly regretful.

"We are the new wave! At least that's what we claim! Until hell sticks us on a skewer and burns me to char." Constantine clenched his fists, "When I don't know if I can start again, You showed up. Anderson, you woke me up and let me know that life has to go on and that I have an uphill battle to fight."

"Hold on, my stubborn child." Chen Yu repeated the lyrics, "Only when you persist to the end will you find peace of mind."

Constantine turned his head and smiled, "There will never be peace, and neither will you, Anderson. As long as we are associated with magic, we will always pay the price."

"Chen Yu." Chen Yu said softly.

This was a sudden impulse. Chen Yu couldn't explain it. He felt that the atmosphere was very good and it should be a good time to be honest with each other.

"What?" Constantine was stunned.

"My name is Chen Yu. I am not a hybrid demon. If I said I was a reincarnation, would you believe it?" Chen Yu asked very sincerely.

There was silence.

Constantine suddenly found a pack of cigarettes in his pocket, and he smiled, "Why not? I just ran out of a mental hospital full of demons, and was almost killed by a damn nightmare. My life is full of... Absurd and so fulfilling!”

"So...we have no problem?" Chen Yu asked, looking at Constantine's blurry figure on the car window.

The old pickup truck jolted violently back to the road.

"Yes, that's right, Watson." Constantine closed his eyes and lit a cigarette.

"Excellent, Master." Chen Yu patted the steering wheel.

"Aha! What you said is indeed not English." Constantine opened one eye, "Also, you are right, this cigarette is terrible, it's like swallowing a big mouthful of farts. Breathe it into your lungs! And..."

Chen Yu's blurry shadow in the car window turned his head curiously.

"You finally laughed from your fucking heart, Chen," Constantine said.