The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 435 Midnight
John's hand holding the cigarette stiffened slightly, and a familiar feeling came to his heart.

"Are you cheating on me?"

Ziliang nodded: "Yes."

"Heh, that's ridiculous. I just gave you a cigarette, and it's not a soul contract. Why should I listen to you?"

"I'm telling you this for your own good." Ziliang said confidently: "Just like what you said just now, during this period of time, a big event will definitely happen in hell, and it will also lead to your cancer will return to your body. You will definitely die, and you will never be able to solve this dead situation by yourself. Therefore, you need me to help you, and joining my team is also a kind of Relief, I can take you to see more, better world around, instead of being stuck in this city where nothing but heartbreak and pain remain."

John hesitated for a moment.
"Well, thank you for telling me so much," he said, "but I'm sorry I didn't believe you, so goodbye, friend."

As he spoke, he stood up and prepared to leave.

"Hi." Ziliang stopped him immediately: "I suggest you take this." He said as he tore off a piece of paper from his notes and handed it to the other party.

John took the piece of paper and looked back and forth. It looked like an ordinary piece of paper with nothing on it.

"With all due respect, I won't use this thing," Constantine said.

"Trust me, you can use it." Ziliang said in reverse: "Oh, before you leave, can you give me a cigarette? A while ago, I lost all my possessions."

"Of course. No." John said, returned an "apologetic" smile, turned and left.

And when he passed a corner, he crumpled the piece of paper in his hand into a ball and threw it into the trash can beside him.

At midnight in England, the cold wind always carries a stale smell, mixed with the smell of alcohol and slapped on people's faces, making the drowsiness even more drowsy.

Normally, John would definitely yawn a few times, and then go back to his cheap apartment to catch up on sleep.

But at this moment, I don't know if it was because of getting drunk for several days in a row or for some other reason. In short, Night Breeze was abnormal and made him more and more sober.

The face of the man with kidney deficiency just now always lingers in John's mind.

Who is that guy?What is he going to do?And what the hell is that notebook?Cancer, hell, and visions of dying.

"Hehe, that's a blindfold, I guess it's another bad idea thought up by some guy who has a bit of a relationship with me, and he wants to take revenge on himself. It must be like this. If I believe it, then I'm an idiot." He thought to himself Then he lit another cigarette, and the spicy feeling was sucked into his lungs, making him feel a slight tingling in his chest.

"If someone finds out about this, then it's not as simple as simply 'going to hell', isn't it! Go to hell! Then! It's easy!"

The guy's words resurfaced in John's mind over and over again, as if reminding him, don't take these words as wind on his ears, otherwise, you will definitely regret it!

Constantine frowned.

"Damn it!" He finally cursed in a low voice, and then waved to stop a taxi on the side of the road.

"Where?"

"[MIDNITE] bar."

On the edge of Solomon 7th Avenue, there is a brand new bar that has just opened for a year.

This bar is called [MIDNITE].

Maybe some people have heard that in faraway Manhattan, there is a bar with the same name as here. That bar is by no means ordinary, because it is only open to 'hybrids' and people with superpowers.

Uh, well, it's not just the same name, it's the same one.

Yes, [MIDNITE] has now moved to London, because the previous bar was bombed in a battle between the National Front party, and now Manhattan has an explosion every three to five, [MIDNITE] The protection of the bar can resist the archangel The level of holy light bombing, but there is no way to ignore bullets, gasoline, and grenades thrown everywhere.

So there was no other way, [Daddy Midnight] could only move his family to London, after all, business had to be done.

[Papa Midnight] is an out-and-out black strong man, and at the same time, he is also the most powerful witch doctor in the Mediterranean basin.In his own words, he is an extreme sensualist and a former slave owner. He plays with other people's life and death in his hands, leads a group of brutal street gangsters, and claims to be the most despicable in Manhattan. , the bloodiest, most terrifying characters.Well, I have to say that his summary is quite comprehensive, but now the region is going to be changed to England.

Soon, the taxi stopped beside Solomon Street.

"Hey, brother, I have to remind you that this bar is a bit evil. Last week, a person was found dead in front of the bar, and the blood from that person's body was sucked dry." When the taxi driver collected the money, he chatted Generally speaking.

"I know, that kid insisted on betting with the blood race that day. Unfortunately, the blood race bastard finally got an [A]." John said lightly.

The driver was silent for a second: "Hehehe, you really know how to joke."

Before the words fell, there was an engine sound of "chug chug—" and the driver ran away in a hurry, leaving John standing in the wind.

He smiled and stuffed the banknote in his pocket into his pocket. It was very good and saved another car fare.

The bar was opened in the ground floor, and Constantine walked down the stairs, and there was a big man guarding the door, and saw that the other party inexplicably took out a card and turned the back to John.

"A groundhog brushing its teeth." John said, and walked around the burly man without looking back, and walked into the bar.

Push open the door of the bar. Well, although this place looks like it is about to close from the outside, it is full of people after entering.The word "dancing with demons" can describe the situation here very well. All kinds of weirdos sit together in groups, mixed-breed angels with gray wings on their backs, and hybrid demons with shining eyes. They all obey the rules here Each play their own way, rarely conflict.

This is the rule of Father Midnight, just like his name, [Midnight] when the light and darkness meet, he is in the middle, maintaining an impartial and neutral posture, and does not interfere with any conflict between heaven and hell resentment.

It's the exact opposite of Constantine, who messes with either side.

Therefore, the relationship between Father Midnight and John is not very good, and even Father tried to kill John more than once.

And this time, the reason why he let John into his bar is entirely because John helped him a little bit when he applied for a business license a year ago.

(End of this chapter)