The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

dark night.

The dark clouds were as thick as ink that could not be melted. Water dripped from the eaves onto the floor tiles. The streets were so quiet that even the wind made no sound. Only the crows taking shelter from the rain on the porch of the church made a low and hoarse cry.

The air is very humid, and the dark red color crashes into the rain, forming one vortex after another.

With a pop, the slender pointed stake was pulled out of the chest, and more pieces of flesh and blood fell to the ground, making an imperceptible muffled sound, more like a death chant than screams and wails.

Spotless leather shoes stepped through the puddle next to the corpse, and a tall figure stood in front of the pulpit. When he raised his head, he seemed to be looking at Jesus with his head hanging down.

His pale and thin hands grasped the largest candlestick on the pulpit. The weakly burning candle was thrown down and ignited the chair that was leaning to the side, then the table and the tablecloth, until the flames engulfed the still twitching corpse. .

The fire in the church burned half of the sky red, and the figures disappeared into the dark night.

The hand holding the candlestick was slowly lowered, and the top of the three-pronged candlestick, which was nearly one meter long, shone with a sharp cold light, transforming from a luxurious ritual vessel into a deadly weapon.

Another night of drunkenness in alcohol.

The blond man in a long trench coat was drunk on the table. His eyes were distracted and drool was flowing from the corners of his mouth. His eyes moved feebly and he glanced at a piece of news on the newspaper beside the table.

"The fire in the church in Islington... is really unlucky." A hoarse voice sounded. The man waved his hand and knocked the newspaper in the way to the ground. He lowered his head and seemed to fall asleep.

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!

A series of rapid knocks on the door woke up the man lying on the table. His drunkenness seemed to have dissipated a little. He put his hands on the table and tried to walk over and open the door.

But the people outside the door obviously couldn't wait for the drunkard any longer. With a bang, the door was shattered by a purple magic beam. A woman wearing a magician's uniform ran in in a panic, her leather boots stepping on the newspaper, in the church. Half a footprint was left on the photo.

"Constantine...Constantine!! Help!!"

A scream came, and Constantine, who had just stood up, looked at the woman who rushed towards his arms in confusion.

"Zatanna? What's wrong with you?"

Constantine opened his arms.

But the warm and fragrant nephrite she expected was not in her arms.

With a whoosh, golden light flashed, and behind the splashing blood was Constantine's extremely narrowed pupils.

"ah!!!!"

Along with Zatanna's screams, a tall black figure appeared outside the door.

Constantine turned his head sharply and saw a huge golden candlestick nailed through Zatanna's chest and pinning her to the wall.

The wound that came into contact with the candlestick ignited a flame, and the nearby flesh was burnt to black, with a tendency to spread to other parts.

Constantine hurriedly reached out and tried to extinguish the flames with magic, but the water that could be produced passed straight through the flames, as if the flames were burning the soul rather than the body.

A bright magical light flashed, and the wound healed, but the candlestick was still fixed on the chest, and the flame burned again.

Constantine had to turn around and look at the figure.

He looked very tall and strong, wearing a well-tailored black suit. The most noteworthy thing was that the part below his eyes was completely covered by a mask.

This style of iron mask brought back bad memories for Constantine - during the time he was locked up in a mental hospital, only the most dangerous patients in the wards on the top floor of the hospital needed to wear such restraint masks at all times. .

Just as Constantine was dazed, the shadow gradually pressed towards him, but he didn't take another look at him, and instead came to Zatanna.

Zatanna raised her cloudy eyes and stared at him, gritted her teeth and said, "My master will not let you go!...Constantine, save me!"

Constantine also gritted his teeth. He instantly raised his hand, and the magic light suddenly brightened.

Bang!

Constantine was knocked away by the chair, and blood flowed down his forehead. His arms moved, as if he wanted to get something in the pocket of his windbreaker, but he was picked up the next second.

"Hey...hey! No matter who you are, if you have something to say, please say it!" Constantine shouted: "I don't remember that I have offended you!"

Constantine was thrown through the window.

Zatanna's eyes widened in horror, her wails of fear swallowed back. She saw the figure standing in the middle of the house, tilting her head slightly and looking into the air in the corner.

"You're right, I can't kill her..."

Zatanna couldn't describe the weirdness of this voice. It was low, hoarse, but also had a metallic sharpness, as if a rusty knife had been used to cut the strings. The vibrato at the end of the tone made people's hair stand on end.

Da, da da...

A strange and ethereal collision sound came from the corner of the room, like the sound of bones strung together being blown by the wind, but there was a strange pattern to it.

There must be something there, Zatanna took a deep breath, trying to suppress the weak feeling coming from her chest.

"'Weird appearance'!" Irony Magic blurted out.

But there was nothing there except a cold and gentle moonlight.

Constantine stumbled into the door. He covered his bruised arm and said, "Man, give me a hard time. What are you going to do?"

With a swish, the candlestick was pulled away, and Zatanna fell down weakly. The flames in her chest were not completely extinguished, and she couldn't even maintain her movements. She fell to the ground in embarrassment, clutching her chest and gasping.

"Constantine, why don't you deal with him?!" Zatanna raised her lips, and among a row of neat and white teeth, the two protruding fangs were particularly conspicuous.

Constantine slid down the door frame helplessly, panting softly and said: "Look up, look at the moon."

Zatanna raised her head with some effort and looked out the window of the living room of Constantine's house.

"The moon... full moon?! How is this possible, how can it be a full moon today?!!"

Constantine sat in front of the door, bathed in the moonlight, and put down his arms weakly, looking up at the figure in the room, and he said: "Let Xiao Za go, I can agree to your conditions."

Silence.

The moonlight became thicker and thicker, and the moonlight condensed like substance.

"Transform me."

In the end, they only got such a short reply, and Zatanna could hardly believe her ears. She used all her strength to sit up from the ground, and the shadow like a mountain pressed down.

Zatanna felt fingers colder than iron touching her chin, and then clamped her jaw tightly. She had to open her mouth again, and her fangs stretched out uncontrollably, and blood dripped from the tips of her teeth.

Zatanna saw the eyes, which turned almost completely white under the moonlight. They did not show much horror, but had a strange purity and indifference.

Zatanna took a deep breath and said in a trembling tone: "I don't know what you are talking about, I..."

"Xiao Za." Constantine suddenly spoke, saying: "I know you have become a vampire, but I don't care. I'm glad you came to me as soon as you were in danger, but I'm afraid you have to do what he said, otherwise we can't leave here."

Zatanna turned her eyes to the side and looked at the full moon outside the window again. The moonlight was like water, coating everything with a layer of cold light, which seemed extremely unreal.

Zatanna reached out and grabbed the wrist in front of her. She said, "Then... I'm glad you're willing to offer yourself to the master."

With the help of his upward force, Zatanna stood up, held his shoulders, and put the fangs close to his neck.

"You'd better think it over." Constantine suddenly said, "This means you can no longer live in the sun. Is it worth it?"

"I don't need the sun."

The strange voice sounded at a closer distance. Zatanna felt her eardrums begin to buzz. She really couldn't delay any longer. The huge pressure made her crazy.

The fangs pierced the carotid artery, and the hot blood rushed into Zatanna's mouth. The strong appetite aroused by the bloody smell did not allow her to concentrate on tasting the food.

At this moment, she realized that the spiritual bridge built by the blood was not her channel of attack, but the opponent's.

Zatanna screamed, feeling that a sharp sword pierced her brain, and a certain barrier was broken as the blood rushed.

"John, John... the vampires are coming, they want to block out all the sunlight, think of a way..."

Zatanna murmured helplessly, a dark shadow rushed over and hugged the fallen Zatanna, Constantine's eyes flashed with magic, and Zatanna's painful struggle gradually stopped.

He grabbed Zatanna's wrist, cut her arm with a folding knife, caught the blood in a cup, handed it to the figure in front of him, and then said: "Drink it to complete the first embrace, I have to take her to rest."

After saying that, Constantine didn't even look at the figure, picked up Zatanna and went back to the bedroom, and put her on the bed.

He gently opened her lips with his fingers, saw the fangs that had retracted, and sighed.

Just as Constantine stood up and tried to leave, Zatanna grabbed his wrist. Even in her dream, she murmured, "Hurry up and find a way. They are coming. Night is coming..."

Constantine walked out of the bedroom door and saw that the other party was already sitting on the sofa. The glass of bright red liquid was half empty, and the bottle of red wine that he had not had time to drink was opened.

"Who are you?" he asked standing there.

"You can call me 'Moonlight'."

Constantine spread his hands casually, walked to the opposite side of the sofa and said, "I know the situation may be serious, but you don't have to remind us in such a violent way, and I don't think you need to become a vampire."

"Power." He spit out a word.

"Yes, but there is a price." Constantine said: "This is not just power, but a curse. All those who gain the power of blood must obey the Vampire King... Can you feel him?"

"I'm trying."

Constantine walked around the sofa, sat opposite him and said: "Don't get too close to him, otherwise you will completely lose yourself. Even if you master the power of moonlight, you may not be able to resist his pollution."

Constantine glanced at the bedroom door and said: "I don't want to get involved in this mess at all, but there will be no shortage of people coming to me. If you have already got what you want, then leave quickly."

"It's too late."

As soon as the voice fell, a portal appeared in the living room of Constantine's house, and a man wearing a golden helmet and dressed like a Spartan warrior appeared in the room.

Constantine saw that the man who called himself "Moonlight" just flashed a red light in his eyes.

"Doctor Fate? No!"

"Constantine, I'm here to ask you for help. The Vampire King and his subordinates want to destroy mankind. We... vampires?!!"