The Death Knell

Multiverse 1, Earth 0, Greenwich Village, New York.

The streets here are still not very quiet at midnight, and all kinds of occult shops are still open for business.

Gypsies, Indian monks, Japanese priests and other people dressed up like this are like special service industry practitioners playing with uniforms, sitting in the windows of their respective shops, waiting for new curious people to appear on the street.

As I said before, this entire street is basically full of liars, full of all kinds of fakes and lies. There is probably only one real spell caster, and that is Madam Xanadu.

The red phone booth at the corner suddenly opened its door, and a man with a cigarette in his mouth and a yellow trench coat walked out. At this time, he also had a very greasy smile on his face.

That's not an adjective, but in order to get rid of possible tracking from all parties, Constantine applied corpse oil to his face, and he could temporarily disguise himself as a dead person as long as he held his breath.

However, if you also smoke at the same time, this method may not be very effective.

But let's make do, why are you so serious? Anyway, he has a scapegoat by his side.

"Come on, good brother, move her over here."

He turned around and waved to the phone booth. Gabriel, who was called "good brother", drank John's wine, so he couldn't drink it in vain.

Even if you can't use the angel to block the knife, it's not a bad idea to bring him along to help carry the goods.

Who knows where that woman fell from. Although her life was safe, it seemed that she dropped her head when she landed. She didn't react at all even if she was held by a handsome man like the Archangel.

Well, Gabriel is now as dirty as a drunken Mexican drug dealer who spit in his face, and it’s hard to see the angel’s perfect face...but he also hasn’t showered in a year, so he has a good body odor. Can it also wake people up?

It seems that this woman is really unconscious and not pretending.

Gabriel checked her condition at that time and accidentally discovered that she was not a creature in the current multiverse, but came from outside the origin wall. He suggested that Constantine find a doctor who could actually treat people to save this woman.

In the past, when he was still an archangel, it would be easy to revive a mortal spellcaster.

But now it is no different than before. Gabriel has no wings and has given up his identity as an angel. He is just an ordinary person. At most, his body is more durable.

Zha Kang was laughing and joking at the time and said a lot of dirty words that insulted Angel, but at the same time he secretly informed Dark Zhenglian and became serious in his heart.

He teleported the three of them to Greenwich together, where they were looking for Madam Xanadu, because her spells could foresee parts of the fuzzy future and also see parts of the fragmented past.

Maybe people have foreseen today?

The answer is... indeed.

Madame Xanadu’s fortune-telling shop is wide open, and there is a new sign hanging beside the door that reads:

"Constantine and the angels are off limits."

"Haha, she is still so duplicitous, woman!" Zha Kang took a puff of cigarette, spitted to the side, wiped the soles of his shoes evenly while talking to Gabriel: "By the way, good buddy, Lucifer has been I sleep with thousands of men and women every year, how many have you slept with?”

Now that he had nothing to say, Zha Kang led the angel carrying the man into the house, kicked the sign aside with his phlegm-covered foot, and closed the door smoothly.

"The union of spirit and body does not lie in the number." Gabriel answered Zha Kang calmly. Of course he could name a number, which was probably around a thousand people, including both men and women.

Because he lives in the shadows of the streets, he is still free, so his numbers are not inferior to Lucifer's.

But there is no point in saying that.

"Tsk, you are indeed an angel." Zha Kang supported the unconscious woman and wiped the oil a few times: "Going to bed is called the union of soul and body. You have learned it, haha."

"You'd better learn something useful, such as politeness." Mrs. Xanadu, who had been sitting on the sofa, interrupted Constantine's sour speech and lit the lamp: "I made it clear that you are not allowed to come in. You came in, and you said dirty words that disrespected the owner. You are just a piece of moving garbage and a stinky turd."

She held her tarot cards tightly in her hands, and her eyes seemed to look through Zha Kang at the darkness behind him. The air is filled with the smell of incense, a habit Madame Xanadu learned hundreds of years ago when she followed Genghis Khan.

Burning some spices can make people feel calm.

But you will still get angry when you see Zha Kang, and normal people will, because wherever there is Zha Kang, there will be trouble, and what was originally a small trouble will turn into a big trouble.

Constantine withdrew his hand from the unconscious woman's butt, put it under his nose to smell it, and fell down on the sofa with a grin.

He dropped the cigarette butt in his mouth, lit another one, and deliberately blew the smoke mixed with his breath towards Nimue, saying: "Sorry, usually when ladies say 'no' to me, we English gentlemen all tacitly agree with their innermost feelings.”

If we go back to the time of King Arthur, then Mrs. Xanadu is also from England, so she can be a relative?

But Nimue is not Zatanna after all. She doesn't have the hippie smiley face of a British gangster at all.

The lady raised her hand and slapped the table. The next second, the sofa where Zha Kang was sitting turned into a bloody mouth, swallowing him up like a crocodile.

Then there was a crackling sound, which was the wooden frame and springs in the sofa beating the bitch violently.

Constantine has been blessing various witchcrafts such as the 'anti-injury spell' all year round, which will automatically reflect the damage to the person who caused the damage, but this is not a universal magic without flaws.

You only need to use the 'puppet control' spell that is popular among gypsies to control inherently inanimate objects, such as sofas, tables, chairs, and benches, to do simple things, so that they can bear the rebound damage as the perpetrators. .

Gabriel went aside and put down the unconscious woman, and then quietly watched Constantine being beaten, with a loving smile unique to angels on his face.

Nimue Yinwandu also had no favorable impression of angels.

But Gabriel knew that he was dirty, so he refused to sit on her sofa. This behavior was not annoying.

"Do you need to find a place to clean yourself?" Her tone softened a lot, suggesting that Gabriel could go take a bath: "I will take care of this unconscious lady. I foresaw her arrival, and originally I just wanted to see her. of."

"Rachel is chasing John, and this woman collides with them. Maybe this is my Lord's arrangement."

Gabriel did not refuse the woman's offer of water. He smiled and nodded and explained the problem. Things would always be different from what he expected, just because there is only one true God in the world, and the Lord has plans for everyone.

He then walked to the back of the store and cleaned himself.

Looking at the angel's bare back, Mrs. Xanadu shook her head speechlessly. She had lived like a Gypsy for hundreds of years and did not believe that there was a god who could decide a person's fate.

She once thought that 'Death' was a god, a god who could decide life and death. But when the girl gave her endless lifespan, she also showed that she was not a god, she was just an 'existence'.

So from then on, Nimue became more determined not to worship any gods or demons, because that would be ridiculous in the eyes of a sober person.

Speaking of sobriety...

"Ms. Lynn, if you wake up, please speak to me, otherwise you will only be considered a threat by me if you continue to pretend to be asleep."

The unconscious woman sat up. She took off her silver tiara and adjusted her black skirt: "Where is Constantine? I want to see Constantine, and I must see him immediately, immediately. The matter is urgent!"

The man-eating sofa on the side shook a few more times.