[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

"Enough." Constantine raised his hand to hold Beria's finger, and generously moved it to his lips for two kisses, and said, "I've already bought the rest. Hey, I'm going to let that Constantine effort."

"That's what he has to do." Beria commented lightly. He didn't have any ill feeling towards the blond wizard who had a name for his Jonny.But after he stole Jonny once, Beria had completely blocked him. If it wasn't for Constantine's sake, he would have destroyed him humanely in minutes.

Constantine knew that Beria was still dissatisfied with John Constantine, explaining it would only make him more angry, and immediately changed the subject, saying: "There is a French restaurant in Manhattan, which was ranked among the top ten best gourmet restaurants in the United States a few years ago. , let's go there for dinner now."

Beria nodded slightly: "Okay."

When the two walked towards the exit of the Inner World Bazaar, Constantine glanced at it and found that there was a new stall not far from the exit. A middle-aged woman wearing a black eagle feather crown.With this outfit, she should be a shaman.

The items on display at the middle-aged shaman's booth really caught people's attention.

Three yellowed skulls, a bracelet made of teeth, a hideous ghost mask made of some kind of bark, a drum made of human skin, and a string of waist bells made of bird skulls. A long knife made from a leg bone-these are not things that a shaman should take out for sale, because these extremely creepy-looking things represent the inheritance of a tribal shaman's witchcraft.

Constantine is not interested in these things. Although he knows some shamanism, to be honest, he doesn't think much of the witchcraft on this booth.

Constantine was just curious about what caused a shaman to climb out of the realm of death and take out these witchcraft that should be passed down to sit here.

One body, two souls, the soul currently controlling this body exudes the decaying breath of death.

Constantine's eyes fell on a small cloth bag that was placed with the pile of witchcraft.Made of cotton and linen, with black rope ties, the inside is bulging, and the size can be held in one hand.

That thing looks damn familiar.

Because Constantine used to have a similar thing, relying on this thing, the exorcist who has been insomniac for a long time had a good night's sleep several times, but because he realized the addictive nature of this thing and the large amount of mental power he consumed, he Had to quit it.

"Belia." Konstantin turned his head and leaned on Beria's shoulder, whispering in Beria's ear, "Help me see that little brown cloth bag, is it Sandman Sandbag?"

"The sand inside is indeed the sand of dreams." Beria nodded slightly, and then he held Constantine's hand, stepped forward, and said to the female shaman, "I want this."

"Beria?" Constantine looked at the Lord of Hell in puzzlement. What does Beria want this for?He didn't think Beria was interested in this thing.

"I just think..." Beria showed a smile of unknown meaning, and said very meaningfully: "Maybe it will be very interesting."

Constantine: "???"

The female shaman looked up at the two of them. They were all wearing black cloaks issued by the market, so they couldn't see their looks and magic power.Her voice was cold and hoarse: "The lives of two people."

Constantine frowned. Looking at the things on the booth, he suddenly understood something.

This is a death feud, enough to bring a dead shaman back to the world, and take out the witch weapon inherited from the family to buy the life of the enemy.

"Let's talk about it, as long as the reason is justified, everything is negotiable." Constantine said.

This was the first time Beria asked what he wanted, how could Constantine not satisfy him.

Thinking in this way, Constantine pulled Beria behind him and took the initiative to take over the business.

Beria lowered her eyes slightly, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

The female shaman snorted softly, and she shook the waist bell on the booth, and an invisible barrier unfolded, enveloping the three of them.

"The people I want to kill are PapaJustify and MamaCecile."

***

Upon hearing this title, Constantine understood what kind of person this shaman was trying to deal with.

Voodoo wizards, and a man and a woman.

In Haitian voodoo tradition, the male priest, Ngong, is called Papa.The female priest, Manbo, is honored as Mama.Midnight, who was killed by his compatriot sister not long ago, the respectful title for him in the other world is PapaMidnight, Father Midnight.

Constantine didn't want to know if this female shaman died on purpose at Papa Midnight, and the voodoo sect in Haiti fell into chaos and jumped out when they were under attack. .

The female shaman confirmed that Beria and Constantine did intend to conclude a deal, and she did not hide it, so she told about her grievances with Jasfi's father and Cecil's mother.

As Constantine could see from the beginning, the shaman was long dead.The reason why he is sitting here at this time and taking out all the inheritances of shamans of his own line is actually to avenge his grandson.

Her grandson, named Luke Matthews, failed to carry on the family's witchcraft bloodline - in fact, as the tribe declined and they had to breed with ordinary whites, it was passed down to Luke Matthews's. At that time, his appearance could no longer find the characteristics of the Native American ethnic group. He was a completely white male, and his strength had not been inherited at all.

The female shaman had already seen the future where their lineage would be cut off, but she was quite open-minded and didn't force anything. She didn't even tell her son and Luke about the family inheritance.For ordinary people without talent, such ignorance is actually a kind of protection.

She died when Luke Matthew was ten years old, and she followed the guidance of the ancestors to the ancestral land where the people of their lineage rested after death.Here she waits for her son and grandson, and decades is not a long time for the dead.

Twenty years later, instead of her older son, she got her grandson, Luke.

She waited in the realm of the ancestral spirits for a confused and painful soul, and the other party disappeared before she could say a word.

In shock and pain, the female shaman collected the broken soul of her grandson. After reading his memories, she realized that her grandson was killed by two despicable voodoo masters.

Luke is dead, but not dead.

Because someone snatched Luke's young body, threw him into an old body, suffered from illness for more than a month, and died in pain.The reason why his soul is in such a state is because Jia Sifei, who robbed Luke's body, did not want other wizards and aliens to find out the truth that he robbed other people's bodies, so he intercepted a part of Luke's soul and draped it on his own soul. camouflage.

The female shaman was mad.

For her part, Jasfi not only killed her cherished grandson, but also stained the shaman's blood.Marrying and having children with ordinary white people certainly thins their blood, but this is far less humiliating than being robbed of their blood by wizards and priests of other sects.She exhausted her last magic power to return to the human world, possessing the body of this weakly inspired woman.She wants revenge, but she was no match for a pair of voodoo wizards in her prime, let alone in her current state.

So, she dug up all the treasures of the family, came to the market in the other world, and wanted to hire a wizard killer to kill the two voodoo wizards.It's just that the things she brought out were not enough to make the wizards who asked the price decide to fight against the two voodoo masters, and now, the two wizards who didn't seem to be deterred by the reward for killing people couldn't open it to her at all. I'm only interested in the cloth bag that holds my luck. Is there really something extraordinary about this little thing?

No matter how extraordinary it is to her, it doesn't mean much to her. She is dead, and the blood of the family is completely cut off. Everything is no longer meaningful, except for revenge.

"Jasfi and Cecil." Constantine glanced at Beria and saw him nodding slightly, indicating that the female shaman was not lying.That being the case, they had no need to object at all, and immediately said: "I'll take over the job, but I need to confirm the details of this transaction again."

For voodoo wizards who can change their bodies like changing their clothes, killing their current bodies is definitely not enough, but it is impossible for Constantine to let him torture the opponent's soul.

"There are only two specific requirements." The female shaman held up two fingers, "One, destroy their current bodies, kill them once, and... Luke Matthew, the remains of the descendants of my family Bring it back to me."

Constantine said softly: "Yes."

"Secondly, don't let their souls go." The female shaman held out a half-hand-high clay pot painted with colorful vertical lines, "As long as you can ensure that when you drive their souls out of their bodies, the ashes will be scattered." It’s enough on their souls.” The female shaman’s face showed a ruthless look, “This is the ashes of our ancestors, we will not let go of the guy who killed the last race.”

Therefore, there is no need for Constantine to torture each other's souls, because the ancestors of this line of shamans will not let those two voodoo masters go.

"Okay." Constantine stretched out his hand, "Let's make a contract."

"Johnny." Beria frowned, "Let me do it."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Constantine gave Beria a sideways glance, "The work in the other world is under my control, I have experience."

"Can……"

"Or do you think I can't beat two voodoo wizards?"

"Of course not." Beria replied without hesitation, what a joke, in his eyes, John Constantine is the most powerful wizard in the other world, and two voodoo masters are nothing.No matter how cunning and vicious they are, isn't he still there?

"To work in the other world, a contract is necessary." Constantine explained, otherwise, what would happen if you took the deposit but didn't work, even the devil knew to draw up the contract in advance.

In the original world, Constantine could be said to be an expert at breaking contracts, but the contracts he broke were all with demons or evil wizards. Like this kind of work contract, he still has the most basic professional ethics.

After confirming the temporary work contract of the inner world version, Constantine got the Sandman sandbag from the female shaman.

The Sandman sandbag was in Beria's hands in a blink of an eye.

It was rare for Beria to have something he wanted, and of course Constantine would get it for him—Beria couldn’t even get it himself.

Belia touched the bulging little bag filled with dream sand, pursed his lips slightly, and showed a smile.

Too bad, this sandbag, I'm afraid the Sandman will ask him for it in the future, and Beria will not be able to give it to him.

He has to use it well and cherish it.

Thinking of this, Beria raised his eyes and looked deeply at Constantine who was walking in front and was peeling off the candy wrappers.

Constantine shivered suddenly, and the lollipop in his hand almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he had quick eyesight and quick hands.With some hesitation, he stuffed this grape-flavored lollipop into his mouth, and a trace of doubt flashed in the black eyes of the exorcist.

This feeling of sudden chills on the back... What's going on?

The Lord of Hell smiled and said nothing.

***

New Orleans, Louisiana, the city of water in the United States, the city of immigrants.

It is said to be a city in water because it was built at the mouth of the Mississippi River and is famous for its windy and rainy conditions. The wind is a hurricane, and the rain is a torrential rain. A hurricane came down two years ago and thousands of people died.It is said to be a city of immigrants because most of the people living here are descendants of African-Americans.From the perspective of the outside world, this city of New Orleans is also the city with the most prosperous voodoo belief in Haiti in the American continent, and many voodoo warlocks were born here.

However, for ordinary people living here, voodoo is nothing more than a trick used by locals to fool tourists from other places. The industry is listed as the two pillar industries of the New Orleans economy.

Anyway, as an ordinary taxi driver in New Orleans, Jim appreciates the tourists that voodoo legends bring to the city, and for the sake of tips, he doesn't mind bringing those legends to life that he thinks are too fake speak to the other side.

Just like now.

Jim in the driver's seat held the steering wheel steadily, and kept talking, crackling, listening to the two rich young men who had just got off the plane in the back seat.

As for that appearance, just that temperament, just that clothes, maybe some young master came here looking for excitement.Jim has experience, such a person likes to get information from an ordinary taxi driver like him, and the tip is very happy.

For the tip amount, Jim also worked hard. He almost used three things in one mind. He must drive steadily, keep talking, and glance at the rear seat from the rear mirror from time to time to determine whether his popular science and technology will backfire.

John Constantine, one of the rich and young men, said no.Seeing that the other party was so proactive in handing him the ladder, they could give each other a big deal.

That's right, the two people who were sent to New Orleans by the driver as if they were rich and idle to find excitement were Constantine and Beria who came to New Orleans by plane.Since this mission didn't require them to be in a hurry, the two simply arranged the itinerary outside the mission this time, treating it as a public-funded trip.

Although there is no place for reimbursement.

In order to make life more comfortable, before boarding the plane, Constantine took Beria to a clothing store and exchanged their one-month wages for this outfit.Constantine originally didn't want to buy these two expensive clothes, but seeing Beria's face, who would have the heart to hang the tattered clothes on him.

Anyway, Constantine couldn't bear it.

The author has something to say:

#818 A hot exorcist who lifted a rock and finally smashed his own foot#

Constantine: sandbag sandbag hey~

Beria: It's Sandman's sandbag, I want it!

Constantine: What do you want this for? It doesn't do much for you, does it?However, since you like it, buy it!Domineering president upper body.jpg

After a long time——

Constantine: If you want to be a domineering president, you have to pay a price. Wake up, John, don't be fooled by Beria's beauty (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

Beria: I love you (づ￣3￣)づ~

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Don't know, have you seen "The Master Key" or not, now book a rollover for those two voodoo wizards.