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Even though he was young, Constantine had already dealt with hell many times.

Although he suffered a big loss now, even though he was almost doomed.

Chen Yu pulled Constantine out of the ward regardless. He didn't think it was forced, because he had already explained the current crisis situation in the most concise and concise terms. As a magician who was not dead yet, he wanted to live. You have to help if you go down.

Unexpectedly, Constantine held the cigarette box and punched him.

Chen Yu, who had been paying attention to Constantine's movements, dodged in time, but also gave up.

"Who are you? What kind of devil? A psycho!" Constantine stared at his bloodshot eyes and cursed hysterically. "I'm not in the mood to talk nonsense with you! Get away! Stay away from me! Freak!"

As he spoke, Constantine retreated into the room, then unceremoniously took out a cigarette. After squatting back in the corner, he lit the fire and took a deep puff.

It is so decadent that mud cannot support the wall.

Chen Yu looked at the belt wrapped around his arm. Under the control of his consciousness, the belt flew in front of Constantine and twisted strangely.

Constantine just rolled his eyes and started to face the wall.

Chen Yu understood.

"You know that I am a magician, but you feel the fluctuations of magic, but you turn a blind eye." Chen Yu stood at the door and said calmly, "You are completely disheartened because of your failure in Newcastle, and you even allowed yourself to be abused as if you were committing suicide. , was accused of groundless charges."

"Get away!" Constantine cursed weakly, and a column of smoke slowly rose.

"This is a devil's club, and the guys who torture you are also devils. They are laughing at you, Constantine, because you lost and don't want to win back." Chen Yu didn't intend to shut up at all, he tilted his head Observing Constantine's back, he continued, "You know what? The demons downstairs are discussing the ownership of your soul. Yes, no matter what, you belong to hell."

Constantine shuddered.

This selfish guy is afraid.

"Why do you belong in hell? Don't you claim that you are the hero who saved that girl?" Chen Yu leaned leisurely on the door frame with his arms crossed, "Ah, I understand, that is your fantasy, Right? You abandoned Astra, you let her fall into the abyss..."

"Shut up!" Constantine bent even further and hugged his head, his body like sieve chaff.

"...You didn't save her. You were as scared as you are now. You ran away cowardly and left Astra behind..."

"To shut up!"

"...Leave the girl who trusts you so much to face the darkness alone..."

"To shut up……"

"... Facing endless torture and pain alone, being crushed again and again, and swallowed by despair again and again..."

"Shut up...please..."

"She's waiting for you."

"..."

Chen Yu finally shut his mouth.

The only thing left in the quiet room was Constantine's sobs.

The heat is almost up.

"The group of demons downstairs are members of the 'Hell Elite Club', a group of radical upstarts in the fast-selling industry. They are trying to control this country and win this piece of the soul market." Chen Yu twitched his fingers to make the belt obey. Come back, "They want your soul and mine, you know, magic. With our special constitution, we are the best human agents. But I don't want to play with them, and I don't want to lose my freedom forever."

silence.

Only the smoke column curved upward, and then upward.

"Who are you?" Constantine suddenly asked.

"The neighbor in the house opposite." Chen Yu said.

Constantine laughed dullly, and then stood up slowly, "You want to tell me that a magician happened to be imprisoned in Ravenskan, and he happened to be my neighbor?"

Constantine turned around, his expression regained a little, because the smile that deserved to be beaten climbed onto his face.

"Hmm." Chen Yu shrugged.

"Only ghosts believe it! Why do I think you and those demons are in the same group? You are just setting up a trap to tease me!" Constantine made small movements constantly, turning his eyes as if he was looking for something.

"Stop looking for it. I just wiped down two magic circles a little bit." Chen Yu said, "Those two things are exorcism magic circles, right?"

Constantine looked a little embarrassed and surprised. He threw away the cigarette butt, took out a second cigarette from the wrinkled cigarette case and put it into his mouth. He lit the cigarette and glanced at the belt on Chen Yu's arm. Said, "A magic weapon, a strange magic weapon. It can also control the flow of magic power freely. You are very much like... Zatanna."

Chen Yu knew Zatanna, who was Constantine's friend, a powerful female magician, and also of ancient special blood.

"I need you to make a decision quickly, Constantine. Their banquet is about to end. Spreading out will not be good for us." Chen Yu said very patiently, "We have to catch them all in one go and solve the problem fundamentally. We can't leave anything behind." Lower your tail.”

"Why does it sound like you're mocking me?" Constantine raised his eyelids. He still didn't trust Chen Yu.

But this is normal, because Chen Yu doesn't trust Constantine either.

He will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal, but I want to escape unscathed, not sacrifice myself for charity.

"Do you want to go to hell, eh? Constantine?" Chen Yu raised his tone without any emotion, which seemed a bit stiff. He is not good at this kind of pretense because he doesn't understand emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy, "Then Just decide quickly!”

Constantine took a drag on his cigarette and blew out smoke rings and sighed, "We are no match. Even if you have super magical skills, it will be useless. Driving them back to hell will be even more troublesome. Since they are a group of businessmen, then You have to find the guy above to strangle them by the throat. Let me think about it..."

The hero sees the same.

"Flatulence." Chen Yu said, "The 'King of Conceit' is their boss. Of course, the final actual controller is Mammon, but there is no need for us to sue the top management."

Constantine narrowed his eyes, looking a little wary in surprise, but the raised corners of his mouth seemed a little sympathetic.

"What's your plan?" Constantine spread his hands, as if he was all ears.

Chen Yu cleared his throat and began to explain his thoughts, "They have a deal, a deal with the gangs affiliated with the new party National Front Party."

"Charlie." Constantine snapped his fingers.

"Yes, a madman who wants to climb to a high position. The devil hopes to place Mammon's son next to Charlie and manipulate him to ascend to the throne of prime minister. But the group of devil upstarts below do not want the old guys to eat too much. They prefer to create opportunities to get on top..."

"They killed the Son of Mammon?"

"Almost." Chen Yu lied, "He didn't die, but he was still in the hands of the demon named Qiaoji Qiaoji. It is estimated that Qiaoji Qiaoji was carrying out plan B to control the son of Mammon and use him to help him If he ascends to the throne, he can even let the son of Mammon compete with his father for the throne. And this group of younger generation of demons can fish in troubled waters, embezzle Mammon's assets, pocket the company's shares, and force him to step down."

Constantine gloated and clapped his hands, "Why does it sound like it has nothing to do with us? There's no need to get involved in the internal fight, right?"

It seems that Constantine in front of him is still too young.

Or... is this guy pretending to be stupid?

"Do you want to watch all human souls be harvested?" Chen Yu said the obvious answer.

"Who cares! It's all human beings' own choice to enjoy the prosperity of the bubble and finally drown in it." Constantine began a cynical speech, "You know, man? It was us who built hell, not those damn demons! "

A decadent angry young man.

Chen Yu was a little disappointed, but this is what Constantine is like, he is just too young now.

"Okay, since you threw an innocent girl into hell, you did create a hell. I wish you a sweet dream, and goodbye!" Chen Yu turned away and waved his hand, "I also hope your family is well. !”

Chen Yu knew that Constantine would definitely follow.

What he cared about most was his sister and niece, and that was his bottom line.

"We need an altar, as well as materials for casting spells. We need a holy sword to guide the way and a magic eye to shine into hell. A rotting corpse, mutilated limbs or severe pain or other rotten things. This is the signing of the summoning contract. The necessary condition." Constantine said reluctantly, "And a cat. Flatulence likes cats."

Chen Yu stopped. His bare feet were a little cold.

"The most important thing is that we need a deal that can convince Flatulence." Constantine smoked a cigarette, put his hands in his pockets, and became serious, "It would be best to find the son of Mammon, but time is too tight, you know Where is he?"

Chen Yu looked directly at Constantine, who looked suspicious, and said calmly, "I only need a magic circle and the iconic symbol about flatulence. No sacrifice is needed."

Yes, my demon blood is a sacrifice.

The body of the Son of Mammon is here with me, and I am the hostage.

The process can be simplified and magic can be used to pave the way, which can be regarded as a back door.

"Even if you are extraordinary, we need chips!" Constantine rubbed the thumb and middle finger of his right hand together, pretending to be grinding money, "We still have to stabilize the gang of bunnies on the first floor! In other words..."

"We have to split up. You go and stabilize those... bastards downstairs." Chen Yu thought this title was a bit meaningful, "I'm going to find Flatulence. Sometimes the chips can be made up, and sometimes intimidation is more useful, of course. Fact-based intimidation."

Constantine hugged his shoulders. He finally looked at Chen Yu seriously, as if he wanted to see through Chen Yu's true nature.

"Who are you, kid?" Constantine asked suspiciously.

"A fledgling magician, an enthusiastic citizen who fights violence and keeps things safe." Chen Yu grinned slightly, showing an ugly fake smile, "Your good neighbor in the mental hospital, just call me Andre, Mr. Constantine. We can we start?"