Rubik’s Cube of Heavens Chapter 47: Call for help

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The circle of blood on the ground worked.

The evil spirits that rushed over were attracted by the breath of blood, and involuntarily flew and landed, lying on the ground and greedily sucking blood.

But there are still several evil spirits eyeing Kewen, who is standing outside the circle.

But when they were about to pounce on Kewen, the strangeness of Kewen suddenly disappeared, or in other words, all the breath on him disappeared instantly.

This leaves the evil spirits in a daze.

They can no longer find Kewen, as if Kewen had completely disappeared from the world of these evil spirits.

The evil spirits don't have any extra brains to think about, so they immediately shifted their targets and also rushed to the ground to **** blood.

Meanwhile.

Constantine's magical ritual was a success, and he successfully called back Bernie's soul.

"No! No!"

Bernie, who swindled the corpse and sat up half-sitting, howled in pain. He was re-experiencing the pain of the moment of death.

Constantine saw this, he immediately stretched out his hand to support Bernie's back with a somber expression on his face.

"Old man! Tell me something!" he asked urgently.

However, Bernie didn't answer, and still screamed in pain.

Constantine had to keep trying, calling out, "Bernie! It's me! Constantine! Tell me what happened!"

"The cold...the record...the sound..."

Bernie finally regained some consciousness. He barely spit out three words, and then his body fell back again.

"Wait Bernie! I didn't get it!"

Constantine exclaimed anxiously, "Please! Tell me more!"

"Moon Rising..."

The last word was spit out, and Bernie's body didn't move again.

At the same time, with the automatic extinction of the 'Glory Claw' in Zed's hand, the other corpses in the morgue also fell silent.

In Cowen's perspective, those souls who have returned from **** have been quickly sucked away by hell.

In the quiet atmosphere, Constantine looked at Bernie sadly, and then sighed: "Rest in peace, man..."

Raising his hand and brushing Bernie's eyes, Constantine closed his eyelids.

"What happened inside, inside?"

At this time, a frightened questioning voice sounded in the corridor outside the door.

Obviously, the voices of deceitful corpses have attracted the staff.

Constantine sighed again at this.

He raised his hand to cover Bernie with a white cloth, and quickly took the Hand of Glory back from Zed's hand and stuffed it into his leather pocket.

"Time to go!"

He said in a deep voice, without waiting for Cowen and Zed's response, and walked directly to the door of the morgue.

Opening the door, Constantine hypnotizes the staff and walks all the way outside.

Soon, the three walked out of the body relocation center.

Constantine walks back to the car, placing the leather pocket in his hand on the hood of the car.

His face was very gloomy.

Seeing this, Zed asked cautiously, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine dear."

Constantine said the irony with a deadpan expression: "I just forced an old friend of mine to relive the most horrific moment of his life! It couldn't be better."

Peng!

The voice fell, and Constantine suddenly clenched his fist and smashed the car body. It was obvious that he was not in a good mood at this time.

This makes Zed dare not continue to answer for a while.

But Kewen dared.

He looked at the gloomy Constantine, then said, "I can provide clues about the nouns Bernie said."

"What is it?" Constantine asked in a deep voice.

"Apparently he was killed by a record."

Cowen replied, "And the corpse still smells of hell, so there must be some devil's power attached to the record."

"I can guess this without saying it, is there anything else?" Constantine continued to ask.

"Moonrise." Ke Wen nodded: "This is a blues record company in Hollywood. If you want to find clues about that record, you'd better go to that record company to investigate."

"Got it." Konstantin nodded thoughtfully.

"So be it."

Cowen nodded to Zed and said to Constantine, "Please let me know as soon as you get the results of the investigation, you know how to find me."

Constantine subconsciously touched the pocket of his shirt.

Then he nodded slightly: "Okay, then after this time we will not owe each other."

"No problem." Kewen responded with a smile: "Then I wish you all the best."

After speaking, Kewen turned around and walked towards his van, and quickly drove away.

Watching Kewen's vehicle disappear around the corner, Zede asked aloud, "He is..."

Constantine glances at Zed.

He subconsciously took out his pockets, but he felt empty and didn't touch the cigarette case.

Withdrawing his hand from his pocket, Constantine looked at his palm and pinched his five fingers. He sighed helplessly. He realized that his smoking cessation work had not been completely successful.

Put down his hands, and as he opened the door and got into the car, he said, "I'll give you a piece of advice, it's better to stay away from that guy."

"Why?" Zed walked around the front of the car and walked to the driver's seat, while asking puzzled: "Is he also a magician? Wouldn't it be easier to find out the results if one more person helped?"

"Listen."

Constantine half-turned to face Zed, and he solemnly warned: "Wizards, magicians, sorcerers, or some superpowers in the whole circle, even if I haven't seen them, I haven't heard of them. , but as long as I see..."

He gestured with two fingers, "I can tell their details at a glance, but that guy is different!"

Constantine said in a cautious tone: "He is too mysterious! It seems that he suddenly appeared from the circle!"

Sitting upright again, Constantine looked ahead through the car window and continued: "Looks at angels and demons like ants, and jokes about killing gods and demons, but until now, he still has this place full of gods and demons. living well in the city..."

Glancing at Zed again, Constantine said in a low voice, "If I were you, I would have avoided such existences far away."

Hearing this, Zed nodded sternly and started the car.

……

Two days later.

"Help! Kewen, come and save me!"

In an abandoned warehouse, Constantine was strapped to a copper mesh bed, unable to get up because of his limbs.

He was injected with blood anticoagulants, and his body was cut open. If no one came to save him, he was afraid that he would go to the devils to report because of the dry blood.

Finally twisted his body to string out the business card in his pocket, Constantine immediately injected magic power into the card and shouted for help.

But instead of Kewen, it's a homeless man pushing a shopping cart.

But whoever shows up is a lifesaver for Constantine.

He immediately calls out to the homeless man for help.

But the homeless don't want to cause trouble.

He only removed Constantine's leather shoes and put them in the shopping cart, as well as Constantine's coat and watch.

Between the next turn, the vagabond's image changed instantly.

The angel Amani has possessed the homeless man.

He turned to look at Constantine, and laughed and joked: "John Constantine, who dares to send angels to hell, what's wrong with you?"

"Let me go and tell you, you angel bastard..."

Constantine breathed a sigh of relief as if he had finally been saved, and even raised the thought of responding to ridicule.

Amani's answer, however, was disappointing.

He shook his head slightly, looked down at Constantine and said, "I told you, I can't interfere with anything in the world."

Constantine was anxious, he asked loudly: "As an angel! Then you will watch me bleed to death?!"

"It's all your own fault."

Amani said disappointedly: "Constantine, what you've done this time is disappointing. You shouldn't have coveted the transaction value of that record. Your morality seems to be wavering right now."

"What wobbles?"

Kewen finally arrived late, and he appeared next to him out of thin air.

"God!"

Constantine breathed a sigh of relief again and complained to Kewen again: "How come you...come..."

Seeing the lipstick marks on Kewen's face and neck, Constantine understood.

This made him roll his eyes in depression, but his plea for help was less important than a woman?

"Cowen Quinn..."

Amani stared at Cowen with disgust, and asked with a frown: "What happened to him has something to do with you?"

"Ah yes." Kewen smiled and nodded.

Step forward to release Constantine's imprisonment, and at the same time Kewen said: "The case he is dealing with is considered to be working for me."

"Why?!"

Amani suddenly whispered, "Why do you covet the power of hell?! What do you want to do with that power?!"

"What?" Kewen was stunned.

He looked at Amani, then turned to the weak Constantine, and asked, "What have you done?"

"I didn't do anything..." Constantine pointed to the table not far away: "Can you pass me that bottle of medicine?"

Kewen turned to look at ~IndoMTL.com~ and found that it was a bottle of vitamin K with blood clotting properties.

He beckoned the bottle to fly, handed it to Constantine and asked, "What happened? Can anyone tell me from the beginning?"

Constantine didn't answer immediately, but hurriedly unscrewed the cap and swallowed the medicine.

Then he pulled out his belt again, tightening the wound on his arm.

After doing this, he let out a sigh of relief.

Looking up at Kewen and Amani, who were waiting for the answer, Constantine shook his head tiredly and said, "This angel **** has misunderstood something, the purpose of me looking for that record is just to investigate, not Want to covet that power or some kind of deal value in the record."

Amani was taken aback for a moment. He looked at Constantine again and found that the other party was not lying.

So he quickly apologized: "John, I'm so sorry for my misunderstanding."

"Oh..."

Constantine sneered and waved his hands in disgust and weakness.

Amani was embarrassed and didn't want to stay any longer. He apologized again, glanced at Kewen and left.

The homeless man regained his appearance unnoticed, but with a look of astonishment.

Because Konstantin was tied to the bed one second, why did he get up again the next second?

What happened in the brain, the homeless man suddenly screamed and turned around and ran away, not even daring to ask for a cart.

None of the two people present paid any attention to the homeless person.

When the screams and footsteps were gone, Kewen laughed: "Then it's our turn, let's talk."

Constantine sighed slightly, then nodded and began to tell...

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