American comics start with Zha Kang’s apprentice

This is not true!

This shouldn't be fucking true!

That's just a false dream! And now I haven’t woken up! There is no such thing as a demon! That Chen Yu is just an unfounded imagination in a ball of muddy head!

And that headless corpse! Including the open wounds on its body!

It was like a dark void! It's like a road leading to an endless nightmare...

A sharp flash outside the window illuminated the dim street, and also reflected more gang members standing quietly under the rain curtain. Their figures are like the invisible figures in oil paintings, their shadows scattered by raindrops in the mud and humidity.

Then thunder came.

It was like the rumbling drums beating continuously in the prelude to an epic symphony.

"We have a deal now, and I want you to be a part of it." Georgie Georgie's voice seemed to come from the past, it passed through the thunder and slapped reality back on Andre's face.

"What?" Andre spoke almost subconsciously. He raised his head blankly, thinking of what Chen Yu had told him.

And the name given to him.

his own name.

what does this mean?

Andre had heard the legends about evil spirits possessing people. He used to be able to sneer and laugh, but now he couldn't laugh.

The most important thing is that Andre knows that his destiny has long been involved in this huge wave. But he is just a small character with psychic qualities, he is by no means the son of the devil!

Because Andre was born in Ravenscan, far away from Newcastle, his mother definitely did not die because of his blood. She died of massive hemorrhage because the tumor in her belly worsened and had to be operated on.

The woman Georgi was talking about, the son of Mammon, was not Andrei at all.

Andre suddenly discovered something strange at this moment. He observed the excitement and greed that could not be concealed on Qiaoji Qiaoji's face, which seemed to be covered with human skin, and he saw other meanings.

Qiaoji Qiaoji didn't seem to care at all whether Andre was the real son of Mammon. He was designing a trap, a scam. He wanted to use Andre to achieve a certain purpose and obtain the greatest benefit.

Qiaoji Qiaoji has been preparing for this for more than ten years, and this seems to be just a snap of a finger for a devil. He has the time and the patience.

This is a necessary city for conspirators, but Qiaoji Qiaoji has forgotten that the mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole follows behind.

Andre also knew that he was insignificant. He was just a bait. He was meaningless to Chen Yu. The value of his existence was to lure Qiaoji Qiaoji and start this scam.

Now, Andre just needs to nod.

There is no need to worry about the headless corpse, nor how that person died, nor why he appeared in that spiritual realm, but he can actually affect reality.

That's right, Andre is now convinced that his body has mutated, or perhaps he is simply a dead person.

His soul was literally stuffed into a corpse.

Because Andre finally discovered that he had no heartbeat. The heartbeat he always thought was just his hallucination.

Cold fingers, empty heart.

But he is still alive, like a living dead.

"Of course, sir. I came back just for a new beginning." Andre heard himself saying this. He was terrifyingly calm, and his fear seemed to disappear without a trace along with the missing heart.

If he wanted to return to normal, if he really wanted to be reborn, he had to go on.

This is the only option.

"Very good, Mr. Andre." Qiaoji Qiaoji leaned forward again, his face melting, and he revealed that scary green face, "We will all get more benefits! You will see ,I promise you that!"

I'm not Andre anymore.

That name means nothing.

At this moment, Andre seemed to really hear the sound of rolling waves, and he was like a bumpy boat. He might capsize at any time, but there was nothing he could do.

"Of course, this is exactly what I want." Andre straightened up, showing the same mechanical smile, "I can't wait!"

The sound of the waves became more violent, but Andre no longer cared.

He must walk the entire journey, carrying this body with him.

……

Constantine felt the heartbreaking pain, and he felt that his heart might have been pierced.

Constantine fell to the ground. He struggled to grab the dagger, but he tried several times in vain. In addition to the more painful stirring, he could not pull out the damn dagger.

Blood began to flow from Constantine's mouth and nose. He knelt in his shadow and watched the blood begin to disperse among countless possibilities.

They seem to become part of these stories and become the main theme of these stories.

I'm fucking dying!

Constantine turned back in fear, expecting the dream to save him, but the dream seemed to no longer want to fight with Lucifer.

Oh shit! what is this?

Constantine took a deep breath, and all the instincts in his body were trying to keep him alive, but his lungs and heart, which had been damaged by cigarettes, seemed to be struggling.

Soon, Constantine fell to the ground.

"Once it starts, there is nothing you can do, Meng." Lucifer said lightly, "You can leave, your mission is over..."

Constantine heard Lucifer say this, and he also saw that abominable Satan seemed to be approaching.

"Yes, Lucifer, my mission is accomplished." Meng took off his ugly helmet and said calmly, "Death and reincarnation are not my responsibility, nor are time and fate."

Goddamn bastard!

Constantine crawled forward a few steps, but finally gave up. He lay crookedly in the darkness, his blurred eyes looking at Lucifer's figure so close at hand.

Lucifer seems to be observing Constantine's dying state.

"Ah... you are forcing me to take action. What you and Chen hope is that I can kill Constantine." Lucifer rubbed his chin, and he mused while observing Constantine, "Chen knows that I can use Constantine's body returned to reality, and I can also use him to find Chen. I can't be trapped here, I have a trump card. After all, Constantine belongs to hell, and hell was mine. Although it is uncomfortable, I can start from There was no escape. But now...he has set a trap for Constantine."

Meng said nothing.

Constantine was stunned.

What the fuck is this nonsense?

"Three cards." Lucifer snorted coldly, "In the final analysis, this is just a card. The other Constantine still holds a pocket watch of time in his hand, while Chen has a world born from the dream kingdom. When I kill Constantine, I will enter his prison, and my universe will be taken with me."

"Only you can save him, Lucifer." Dream said.

But Lucifer didn't move.

Constantine was about to lose consciousness, but he felt relieved.

Oh, let's get this shit over with.

Constantine's eyes finally stopped moving.

But soon, he suddenly screamed and came back to life. He was shocked to see his chest being cut open and his heart being pulled out.

That heart is being held in Lucifer's hands.

"This game isn't over yet, Chen!" Lucifer said with a grin.