Marvel – Immortal Path

John Constantine is an ordinary middle-aged man with short, messy blond hair, wearing an open long yellow trench coat and tie, tall and thin. With a haggard face and deep sunken eye sockets, it looks like he is not awakened from a hangover

He sat on the sofa each minding their own business, with a lazy and decadent attitude, holding an old book without a cover in his hands. Regardless of the difference between the host and the guest in the villa, he dangled a Silk-Cut cigarette, swarming through the fog, and swaggering to flick the soot into the glassware.

William Harris is obviously a bit unswerving as the owner of the villa, but for the sake of his daughter, he endured his emotions and said calmly: "Mr. Constantine, this is Abby Gail, Jacqueline’s friend, is also the organizer of the first ceremony."

"Oh, isn't it?" Konstantin closed the book with a "Pa" and straightened up. Staring at Abigail, he said, "Well, little girl, I have to admire your courage. Like the maniacs whose frontal lobes have been removed, they can use a manic person with no vigilance and awe. Evil classics, holding a messy shit ceremony, putting oneself and own friends in crisis."

His frigid irony and scorching satire are obviously effective, and Abigail's face is flushed, but he still looks straight."

Looking at Constantine, he calmly said: "Mr. Constantine, I know this is my responsibility, but Jacqueline is still in a coma. Can you listen to me specifically about the ceremony situation? It may be a little bit. Help."

".....Since the employer’s commission is charged, then naturally there must be a spirit of contract, no matter how much I contempt your bad influence."

Constantine slumped his body on the sofa, waved his hand, and said: "hope to hear the details."

When Abigail finished his narration, Constantine's brows were already deeply wrinkled When he started, the ashes of the cigarette in his mouth fell unconsciously on the tie.

"As we all know, Western mysticism has three main sources: ancient Egypt, Hebrew, and ancient Rome."

Constantine each minding their own business said: "I The book in hand is not a book handed down in the Middle Ages. More precisely, the author of this book is an antique work of a hidden cultivator affiliated with the Golden Dawn Sorcery Association in the 19th century."

The upper elite Harris husband and wife two people were naturally at a loss, while Abigail, who had a little understanding of mysticism, changed his face and explained: "The Golden Dawn Witchcraft Association is rumored to be an alchemy group. The European continent in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries.

Its predecessor was the Rosicrucian Rosicruc, a mysterious organization founded by German Christian Rosangculus in 1484. It has been passed down from generation to generation. Secret sect meaning and cultivation method. It is said that Newton, Goethe and Hegel are all members of the Rosicrucian."

"The golden dawn witchcraft association established in London in 1888 is for the tarot theory system The perfection of ‘s has played an extremely important role, and it occupies an important position in Western mysticism.” Constantine curl one’s lip irresponsibly, said indifferently: “Of course this is just what people think, except for Tarot, Golden Dawn. He also dabbled in alchemy, stargazing, divination and even semiotics, mathematics, herbalism, and of course the most important thing is magic."

He raised the German classics in his hand and said: "The above The content seems to be through ceremony summon natural Spirit Physique, with the help of Spirit Physique's ability to find the soul of the dead, but the ceremony you held did not find the right time, and the position of the star in the sky went wrong.

And according to what you said, the venue for the ceremony is in Gotham Bay. Although I don’t live in Gotham City for a long time, my experience in Liverpool tells me that the seabed in a port city must be buried with countless people. Claimed rotting corpse."

Constantine looked at Abigail’s pale face mockingly, said with a smile: "In such an environment surrounded by Resentful Soul, what can you summon? Such a natural Spirit Physique? You need to know the wraith for a long time seduced by the ceremony All are imprisoned in the dark seabed of all black, no daylight, full of resentment for the living and the greed of the living body. "

Jacqueline's mother, Grey Harris finally couldn't bear it, and asked sharply: "The greed for the body?" What does it mean? "

"Please don't make any ambiguity, Mrs. Harris," Constantine pressed the silky cigarette with butt butt into the glassware, resting his hands on the back of his head comfortably, and said:" The more severe and lasting the torment a soul encounters, the stronger his power is. The seabed wraith is eager to return to the world, and the only way is to attach to the body of a living person. "

He stretched out his index finger and pointed at Abigail, "The spiritual ceremony you are holding is unprofessional, so before those wraiths invade your body, the psychic board shattered and the ceremony was interrupted. .

And Miss Jacqueline because of her talents, the ceremony held by herself is more in line with the rules of mysticism, and those wraith who came from the summon undoubtedly took advantage of the spiritual ceremony to occupy her body. "

For the convenience of explanation, he picked up a fruit plate on the coffee table and dumped the cashew nut inside into the trash basket. Only one cashew nut remained.

"The only cashew nut, You can think of it as Jacqueline’s soul, and this little basin is her body. "

After all, Constantine grabbed dozens of almonds, poured them into a small bowl, separated them from the cashews, and gathered them together separately.

"You can combine these almonds It is regarded as the soul of wraith, they cut off the connection between Jacqueline and the body, and are always ready to completely occupy it. "

The lobby of the villa is silent, except for the gurgling sound of the automatic swimming pool cleaning outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

William Harris was silent for a long time and hugged his wife who was on the verge of collapse, hoarse. He said in a low voice, "Then my daughter, isn't she herself anymore? "

" So far she herself. Constantine spread his hands and said indifferently: "Those wraiths created an imaginary on the one hand to make Miss Jacqueline think it was a dream, so that she fell asleep and prevented her from waking up again.

On the other hand, they are naturally not a united and friendly and harmonious organization, in order to fight for the permanent residence of the body, they continue to fight and fight until the strongest soul is left. "

He kept picking up the smaller almonds from the fruit tray, leaving only the largest one. "When the last survivor is born, he will completely erase the traces of Jacqueline. , Replace your daughter. "

The lone cashew was squeezed out by Constantine enthusiastically, and thrown into his mouth. The crisp chewing sound seemed extremely harsh at this moment.

For a long time, William Harris came back to his senses, looking directly at Constantine's lazy eyes, said solemnly: "Can you save her? "

"Yes, but it's difficult. "