Chapter 391 (1/2)

Constantine shakes his glass, cocks his neck and dries it, perhaps because it's too hot. He's constantly sucking in the air conditioner, but he raises his hand to ask for new drinks.

”Whew, Tracy, they want to have a little ceremony, not magic, but faith comfort.” Constantine held out his tongue and went on with his topic: ”they are in a circle hand in hand, praying in their hearts to the gods they believe in, praying that in the absence of magic, they can get through the difficulties.”

”Then the witch fire was controlled by hecat.” Su Ming added this sentence.

”Almost. Maybe the girls have the followers of hecat, so she responded to the prayer.” Constantine had a strange smile.

”Su Ming bowed his head and thought.

”Suddenly the witch fire started to scream. Her body glowed purple. She called out to let everyone go, but soon her voice changed. It was not her own tone.”

Kang's face was hot again, and the air was hot and dreary.

But he sat firmly in his chair.

”It's not a female singer's voice.” Su Ming confirms to him.

”An old woman's voice, just listen to a word, can make you goose bumps, like my landlady.” Zha Kang nodded and continued his narration: ”then the witch fire burned up, and the powerful flame swept over in an instant, just like the scene of hell magma tumbling.”

”Some of the girls are believers in heaven or hell, and they have the power to leave, but more of them don't run away.” Su Ming added.

”This flame, this power, they are too young to see, let alone face the goddess of magic.” Constantine replied positively.

Su Ming also took off his helmet and raised his hand to ask for wine. It was a pity to see so many beautiful girls die: ”so they all become coke.”

”Yes, maybe this is the choice of fate.” Constantine vomited, and a plume of smoke came out of the dark ground: ”if any of them could hide behind me, they might survive, but no one thought I could rely on.”

Su Ming raised his eyebrows and touched the hot wine glass: ”is that why you didn't run away? With the blood of the devil as a shelter? ”

Constantine leaned back on the back of his chair like a relaxed man, spreading his hands: ”who knows, maybe I just want to die. After all, we are all doomed.”

”You mean the wall of origin, not hecat.” Su Ming knocks on the table.

”Yes, Batman has been asking me to explore something, and I have some new clues. What leopard girls stole from the bottom of the sea is called” tears of death. ”It's a very powerful magic potion

Constantine dipped his hand in a little wine and drew a very abstract pattern on the table covered with ashes.

”I haven't heard of it.” Su Ming directly put his mobile phone on the desk. Bat had to listen to it carefully. Zha Kang guessed that Batman would eavesdrop again, so he didn't want to go to justice hall again.

”Do you know the spring of youth?” Constantine asked again. He scratched his beard, and fleas fell out of it: ”or the water of life?”

Su Ming thought about these two things. He had heard of these two things: ”the legend of the spring of youth is in the Caribbean, a kind of liquid that can make people immortal after drinking. As for the water of life, it is more accurate to call it ”the spring of Lazarus.”

”Ah, it's only half right. The spring of youth is actually a magic potion, a specialty of the city of silver, and a drug used by angels to reward devout believers.” Zha Kang shook his head with a smile.

”Drugs...” Su Ming thought.

”It's the fountain of youth, not the spring of immortality.” Constantine showed disdain, as if he had seen dirty things: ”so drinking one drink a year can ensure that you don't look old, but you won't prolong your life, and if you stop, you'll age ten times faster than others.”