The Death Knell

Fortunately, Zatanna still knew that she had serious things to do and didn't dwell on the mother of the child for too long. She actually knew the ins and outs of the matter, but she couldn't control the anger in her heart just by seeing John's despicable appearance.

Regardless of whether there is an excuse or not, I still want to say something to him.

"Why are you standing there stupidly? You brought me here to explain that there is an evil spirit seal on this door. You can see how to remove it."

The effect of the evil spirit seal is very similar to the purple light magic circle, but as the name suggests, it seals incorporeal targets such as certain evil souls. Places with such things are usually so-called haunted houses.

Zha Kang threw away the cigarette butt in his mouth and crushed it with the sole of his shoe on the gray stone steps, feeling relieved.

The surrounding wind carried the smell of rotten wood and dust, and the shadow of the castle fell on the two of them. For some reason, it seemed that there was a line of sight observing them in the dark, and he felt a coolness on his back.

He dug into the pocket of his windbreaker and replied: "I tried it with the positioning spell. Abby should not be in the main dimension, so I decided to directly find a way to the Rotten Country."

The rotten country mentioned here is not the name for Britain, but an inner world maintained by the blackness of decay. The creatures in it are neither alive nor dead, and are always stuck in that intermediate state.

Of course, it would be very bad for a living person's health if he entered that world, but he already had late-stage lung cancer. How could it be worse?

"This place does smell like a rotting mud pond, like a place that would appear in nightmares. Is this place haunted?"

Xiao Zha retched, and the smell coming from under the door made her stomach churn.

"Ah, it seems so. This seal is the handiwork of the master. It reminds me of Madam Xanadu." Constantine bent over to study the seal on the door. He blew a breath, and the sculpture on the door faintly glowed red. Light.

There is demon blood in his body, and the air he blows out naturally has the attributes of hell, and the faint light is the ripples caused by the collision of energy.

Zha Kang took out a gold key with a devil's head carved on the key handle. He began to use the key to saw along the middle seam of the door like a file.

Zatanna stood by and watched. She looked up at the broken window upstairs. Some gray rags were swaying inside. She said:

"This place looks abandoned for a long time. Has any tragedy happened?"

"Haven't you heard about the massacre at the Leiden Juvenile Correctional Center?" Constantine gave a mean smile and stopped moving his hands: "A real version of "American Horror Story" was staged here, and it was first managed by the Sisters. You You know, the kind of church that is good at spanking people, putting children in straitjackets and hoods, forcibly sterilizing boys and girls, and creating perverted serial killers. This place has been closed since 1920. There are more than 300 people in the hospital. There was only one survivor after a strange murder, and legend has it that the dead turned into earthbound spirits, leading to endless supernatural phenomena here."

The witch rolled her eyes. For wizards, no one would watch that TV series, because those stories were as beautiful as fairy tales compared with the real dark arts in reality.

I don’t know which girl Constantine watched TV with, but it was definitely not a sorcerer.

"Then what does the haunted house have to do with our road to the Rotten Kingdom?"

"As long as I use the right key, I can use the mountain of corpses under this juvenile detention center and the ghosts inside to open a passage." Constantine showed his golden key again and turned to poke at the door: "They remain there The main dimension is also causing chaos, so why not give me the death energy?"

"Then they will be distraught and unable to enter the cycle of death again?" Zatanna understood.

John has never tricked the death knell, and now he plans to trick the undead here.

Zha Kang tilted his head and thought for a while, trying to find a milder way of saying it. The soul was flying out of his mind sounded too serious. In essence, he just transformed the energized residual human thoughts into dark energy.

However, there seems to be no better way to say it. Well, what Xiao Zha said is right.

So he nodded: "You're right. I know that erasing all traces of the existence of these souls will make me hated by death, but I have always been hated by others. I have long been hopeless. This matter can only be done I will do it, and let death and God fight for control of my soul.”

After saying that, he suddenly slid down the key, pulled out a string of rose beads from his arms and put it around his neck. Then he took out a bottle of holy water to rinse his mouth, and began to cast spells.

Use the most holy props, chant the most vicious demonic spells, and use the conflict of attributes to break the seal on the door.

While chanting the name of the most evil, he slammed the key into the keyhole and turned it several times quickly.

The spell was getting faster and faster, and he could no longer control his lips. The words automatically jumped out of his tongue, and strange power took over his body.

All kinds of ghostly cries and howls came from the castle-like building, accompanied by lightning and thunder, the sound of furniture being smashed, etc. The chaos could also be heard through the door.

But dozens of seconds later, Zha Kang suddenly leaned against the door dripping with sweat, and everything calmed down.

This calmness did not last long, as if in the next second, a black light suddenly lit up in the crack of the door. The black light was very weak at first, but soon became strong, and it trembled as if it had its own pulse. After a few clicks, everything around the two people turned into black and white.

"Successful. I sacrificed those ghosts and opened the passage. Are you ready?" Constantine put away the props, took out the cigarette case, shook a cigarette, put it in his mouth, lowered his head and lit a fire: "There are many in the Rotten Kingdom. Disgusting monster, in addition to defensive magic, you'd better take some anti-gastric medicine."

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm no longer as easy to fool as I was when I was young, and I won't take more medicine because of you."

Zatanna tilted her head and let him open the door, saying that it was a big problem for magic users to vomit, but she didn't need him to remind her.

Constantine moved his neck and put his hands on the double doors amidst the stench and black light.

With a slight push, a terrifying world unfolded before their eyes.

The environment inside was definitely not the original appearance of a juvenile detention center. What they saw was a huge rotunda hall, a gyro-shaped sunken pond downwards from the ground, and half-rotted remains of various animals and plants forming a bridge over the black water. On the other side, a huge black heart was like a fountain, continuously spewing out black water, watering various mounds of corpses on the walls of the entire hall.

It is like a pump, spraying the thick black slurry in the pool below into the sky. At the same time, various monsters are constantly crawling out of the black pool.

There were deformed monsters that looked like rotten human heads growing out of limbs, and there were also wolves or dogs that looked like they were covered in black mud. They screamed and ran towards a channel across from the small black lake.

The pungent smell made it difficult to breathe, and there was an indescribable heaviness in the air, but Constantine stood at the door and flicked the ashes, very calmly:

"Here we are, welcome to the heart of the rotten country, the place where decay cycles itself."