The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 436 Arrow
After passing through a few messy alleys, John came to a door.

This door is a wooden door, it looks a bit old, and it is out of place with the surrounding concrete walls, but this door blocked the siege of three high-level demons.

Of course, it couldn't stop John now, it was pushed away directly.

The size of the room is small, but the gorgeous wallpaper and the expensive carpet that you can tell when you step on it indicate that the owner here is a very willing to spend money. Oh, besides these things, there is another A large pile of dead frogs soaked in jars, unknown herbs, wooden stakes, and a skinny homeless man slumped on the ground.

The homeless man's eyes were dull, as if he was about to die of a serious illness, and beside him was a large chair, and a tall, bald black man was sitting on that chair.

This black man was wearing a white suit that was completely opposite to his own skin color, and was wearing an old-fashioned top hat. He held a cane with a skull inlaid on the top in his left hand, and was pinching the head of the homeless man next to him with his right hand.
This black man is [Daddy Midnight], the owner of this bar.

And Constantine could also tell that he was extracting the soul of the tramp next to him at the moment.

"When will you learn to knock on the door?" Seeing John walk in at midnight, he asked with an unhappy face.

"Come on, you knew I was coming from the first step of the door, didn't you?" John muttered indifferently, and then sat casually in front of Midnight, pointing The homeless man next to him: "Who is this guy?"

"Pani Decker." Midnight said lightly.

John was taken aback for a moment. He absolutely couldn't connect this homeless man who looked like he was about to die with that Panny Decker who looked like a fitness fanatic all day long.

"This guy actually fought a low-level demon on my site yesterday and smashed three of my tables. I have to teach him a lesson!" Seeing John's doubts, Midnight said.

"Oh, so, what about the demon?"

"I was very kind and sent him to heaven with the holy words." Midnight said, a cruel smile leaked from the corner of his mouth.

John gave a shoulder: "Well, you are really considerate."

"Okay, what's the matter with you, hurry up and talk." Midnight didn't want to chat with the other party anymore, so he quickly put the topic on the right track.

"Well, I just had a dream." John said, "I want you to help me understand it."

Midnight frowned, as if recalling something very bad, and replied, "You came to me just to show me your disgusting dream?"

"Yes, oh, this time the dream is not a scene of 'two stallions mating'." Constantine quickly explained: "Actually, it is not a dream. Just now I met a strange person, he gave I watched a vision, in which I had lung cancer again and was about to die.”

As soon as these words came out, Midnight also froze for a moment, his men subconsciously raised the head of the homeless man, and the guy immediately fell down, as if he had just been tortured.

"The kind that is about to die?" Midnight repeated, and bit the word [death] heavily: "This is impossible."

"Yeah, I know it's impossible, but the vision is very realistic, and the man said that the vision foretells the future and I've been in this city for so many years, and I haven't seen such a person, he seems to be A. Doctor. Anyway, I feel something is wrong with this matter now, you have to help me figure it out." John said, and he didn't forget to add: "Don't forget, you still owe me a favor."

Midnight's complexion suddenly darkened. Although his previous complexion was not good, he did owe John a favor. You know, a newly immigrated black man wanted to have his own bar in London. Under the background of that era, it was What a hassle.

Moreover, the entire magic circle knows that being in debt to [John Constantine] is more terrifying than making a deal with the devil.

Therefore, Midnight had to quickly return the favor.

"Okay, hold it." Father Midnight pondered for a while, then handed the end of the stick with the skull to Constantine.

And Constantine obviously knew the process, so he held his hand directly.

In an instant, the feeling of dizziness struck again. Everything I experienced just now was like fast forward and reverse, and I went through it completely again. This naturally included the illusion that I was lying on the hospital bed.

After a few seconds.

"Ah, ah, ah!!" Papa Midnight roared suddenly, pulling the cane from his hand.

"What, what's the matter?" John asked in a dazed expression. He noticed that there was a clear sweat stain on the edge of Midnight's top hat.

"Oh my god, my god." Father Midnight panted heavily as if waking up from a nightmare: "This is terrible."

Of course, John also realized the seriousness of the matter: "Why, is what that person said true? Am I really going to die?"

The old man turned his head with difficulty: "No, you can't die."

John was taken aback: "Then why are you so nervous?"

"Bastard!" Midnight yelled violently, "You don't even know what you did. At that time, you will ask for everything you can ask for, and beg them to let you die quickly!"

John was even more confused: "What did I do?"

"You gave that guy cigarettes! Damn, you actually gave him two cigarettes!"

"Ah??" John blinked and blinked: "I, I. Are you sucking your soul and getting high, and you are not fully awake yet."

"Don't talk nonsense, from which cigarette, I saw a terrible thing! No, I didn't see him, because I couldn't even look at him. If that guy comes, you are finished, we will It's all over!"

John was dumbfounded, but he could tell that Midnight was not acting.

"Why are you still standing there? Go find the man in the white coat! Now, only he can save you!" Midnight roared, and kept muttering: "Damn, you bastard, I know I shouldn't owe you money!" You favor."

"Oh." John also panicked, although he didn't know what happened, anyway, he rushed out of the office at midnight.

About 20 minutes later, on a street in London, a guy in a yellow trench coat was frantically rummaging for something next to a trash can. After a while, he finally pulled his head out of the trash.

And in his hand was a ball of paper.

In a panic, the man tore apart the ball of paper.

But on the piece of paper that had no writing on it, now there is an arrow.

(End of this chapter)