While thinking about it, Zatanna picked up the book by her hand.

The sky gradually turned dark, and the room gradually became darker.

A moth flew into the room outside the window.

Zatanna subconsciously chanted a spell to turn moths into fireflies that could light up a dimly lit room.

When the first mantra syllable was uttered, it stopped immediately.

She almost forgot that she couldn't cast spells now.

"Subconscious habits sometimes really kill people!"

Zatanna exhaled and turned on the light switch.

The room was instantly flooded with the light of incandescent lamps.

Putting the researched magic books on the shelf, Zatanna took out a book called "Cthulhu".

"Although it is a recreational reading, but looking at it now, it does have a feeling of vaguely touching some kind of dark level."

Zatanna read the words above carefully, and gradually immersed herself in the weird world created by Eric.

"Maybe... the people in the sleepy day really saw what was inside, and then attracted those higher-level beings, although I don't know why Eric Kent knew all this, but maybe He can answer me."

Thinking of this, he immediately put down the book, put on his coat and walked outside.

She needs to go to Eric's house.

Although she now knows that Eric is temporarily missing, she may find some useful clues.

As soon as he walked out of the apartment, he saw the guy he didn't want to see the most, standing outside waiting for him.

"I didn't know you were still haunted, Constantine."

"Actually, it's not that the ghost is lingering, but I can detect your movement very clearly, or predict it in advance. For example, now I can be sure that you plan to go out of the courtyard, and it is the kind of door that needs to be locked. Come to the door, close the doors and windows, I don't know when I will come back to the far door."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Konstantin stood under the street lamp and said while puffing.

"yes?"

Zatanna took a step closer to the other party, staring at the other party with bad eyes.

"Although most of the time you can use your clumsy tricks to follow me and know my whereabouts and purpose. But today, you guessed wrong, Constantine."

Zatanna said to the other party, "I just went to a nearby town. Based on the distance, it should be the kind of place where you don't need to lock the doors and windows."

"Hmm, who knows? But Xiao Zha, I'm not talking about distance. Get in the car!"

Said and patted a nearby car, "I'll take you there."

"Is this your car?"

Zatanna asked in surprise.

"I don't remember how much money you have to buy a car. The last time you were charged by a creditor, you pawned your favorite watch? I remember you often boasting that it was a relic left to you by your father."

In the face of Zatanna's taunting, Constantine was not unhappy, or his thick skin had automatically ignored these words.

"Although I am destitute most of the time, I still have the money to rent a car."

Constantine opened the car door, "And I have to make it clear, it's not my father's relic, my father who has been dead for many years has not left me any relics. He is lying in the hospital bed day by day, and I am gradually terrified. Existence, that is the gift left to me."

"You're a bastard! Constantine!

Hearing Constantine talking about the lack of respect in his own father's words, Zatanna couldn't help but scolded.

"That's something that has already been decided. Would you like to get in the car?"

Constantine asked her in the car.

Biting her lip and hesitating for a moment, Zatanna finally got into the car.

After the dilapidated car started the engine, it galloped on the road.

Soon came to the small town of Smallville,

"It should be a right turn on Route 31, then the rough road, and finally to Kent Farm."

Constantine said to Zatanna who was sitting in the co-pilot while smoking a cigarette.

"Make sure you don't bring a gift or say hello in advance, after all, for a farmer, the most unwelcome guests are the Agricultural Revenue Service and malicious door-to-door visitors, which will make the farmer think that all kinds of troubles are assembled. ."

"No, you just need to restrain some of your **** style."

Zatanna rolled her eyes at Constantine.

"No, I think... the last thing you need is a polite attitude."

Constantine's brows furrowed, "This town is a bit weird, and I'm worried that the people here will be contaminated to some extent."

"Knock knock knock!"

Jonathan and Martha were sitting in the living room. After hearing the knock on the door, they immediately stepped forward to open the door.

"Hello, Mrs. Kent, I'm Zatanna, Eric's friend."

Seeing Masha with a bulging belly, Zatanna immediately greeted her.

But after one more look at Martha's belly, there was a bit of confusion in her eyes.

Chapter 160: My Fireplace Will Teleport

"Is something wrong?"

Constantine asked Zatanna while Martha was making coffee.

"How much do you know about the soul?"

Zatanna's eyes became a little serious.

"Well...I think, no one should know better than me."

Constantine looked at the room layout of Kent's house and said, "You haven't heard a word, a long illness is a cure. Now heaven and **** don't seem to welcome my soul very much. I don't think anyone knows better than me, how? Distinguish between evil and lawful souls."

Constantine's life is a tragedy, and his current state is not easy to "leash the dog".

There was a time when he was committed to doing good things and wanted to go to heaven.

Because his lungs were not very good due to smoking for a long time, he began to plan for his own death, intending to do something good for God to see and let himself in with kindness.

But Satan won't let Zakang go to heaven so easily.

God doesn't want to get people who he can't get easily, so he would rather destroy the other person.

So Satan poured his own demon blood into his body, making him impure.

Although he survived, his physical illness has not been cured.

So Constantine had to drag his unhealthy body to live in the world.

For this reason, he tried to avoid casting spells. On the one hand, he was born with aversion to magic, and on the other hand, his body did not support doing so.

For magic, from the moment he killed his father, he paid enough price.

This price will extend indefinitely, affecting everyone around him.

In the future, his ex-girlfriend will die in all sorts of weird and bizarre ways.

Divided, sacrificed...

Various unbearable curses haunt his girlfriend.

"The soul I'm talking about is not the soul you use your nose to detect good and evil, but..."

Zatanna's eyes showed a complex look, "The soul consciousness often mentioned by soul magicians, I found in Mrs. Kent a concentration of consciousness that exudes strong soul power, that is to say... .The foetus in her womb is a very powerful being of a blessed soul."

"You mean there is something wrong with the fetus in her womb?"

Constantine asked with a frown.

"I don't know, this is not something that magic can detect, I just... Sometimes I have some keen perception, which is more like innate."

"Um......"

Constantine took out a cigarette from his pocket with a serious expression. When he was about to light it, he suddenly realized that this was not a place where he could smoke at will. After putting away the cigarette, he said, "I know that there is a kind of soul stone in this world that can Rebirth by retaining the soul. Some higher-dimensional beings can also put their souls into the human body and be reborn, maybe…”

Constantine looked at Martha, who came over with coffee, and said, "The child in Mrs. Kent's body will be a child who will surprise you and me in the future."

"Hot coffee, sorry, it may not suit your taste, after all... these are instant coffees, we should prepare some new coffees to entertain guests."

Martha said to the two of them.

"Actually, I like it very much."

Constantine smiled at Martha, "This instant coffee has an inexplicable attraction to me, and I like to be uncertain."

"You are Eric's friend, from the school?"

Jonathan asked the two of them.

Although Constantine and Zatanna say that Eric is their friend, Jonathan is still a little skeptical.

Especially for the man in front of him who didn't look like a good person, he seriously doubted his identity.

"We met at the book club."

Constantine pretended to take out a book of Eric from his arms.

"Specially signed book, in fact, it was specially given to me by Eric. We once discussed the various plots in the book together, and tasted the kind of dark food mentioned in the book together. I He's a big fan and a friend of his."

Constantine lied and did not draft.

"Is that so?"

Jonathan nodded. Although he was still suspicious, he didn't ask any further questions.

"I heard that Eric has been away these days, so we came over to have a look, thinking that maybe we can provide some help."

Zatanna said to the couple.

"thanks."

Masha thanked Zatanna and was about to say something when she suddenly felt the ground shake, and a slight tremor came.

A few drops of the coffee on the round table were shaken out, but Constantine was the only one who covered the mouth of the cup when the coffee was about to shake out.

For a **** like him, taking care of his own selfish interests before misfortune happens is what he does most often.

He had witnessed those half-baked magicians being burned to death at the Sailing Club before. Even though the flames were about to spread to his body, he still covered his wine glass with his hands and refused to move his body.

"what happened?"

Zatanna felt the waves in the air, and her eyes showed shock.

She felt a different magic taste.

After looking at each other with Constantine, the two immediately walked out of the room.

A raging flame ignited in the distance of the town, and the roaring explosion gradually spread through the air.

Jonathan and Martha also followed, looking at the flames in the distance in the night, with expressions of astonishment.

"That's near Luther's chemical factory. What happened?"

Jonathan said uncertainly.

Although he has some opinions on the Luther family, and he has some criticisms about Lionel's series of actions towards Smallville, it does not mean that he wants to see the Luther family explode.

"It's not an ordinary chemical plant explosion."

Constantine stood outside the house, lit a cigarette, and said with a serious expression.

"Ordinary gas and chemical combustion have no such effect. If the air is filled with this magical element, if it is more intense, it is estimated that the entire town can be reduced to ashes."

"We have to go! Xiao Zha!"

Constantine, with a cigarette in his mouth, walked forward quickly.

Zatanna hesitated, apologized to Jonathan and Martha, and immediately followed in Constantine's footsteps.

"What do you see."

Following Constantine's footsteps in three or two steps, Zatanna asked him.

Boom!