Konstantin felt cold.

It was very cold, not only the skin was telling him that he was about to be frozen, but also the coldness from the heart, it was a kind of indifference that froze emotions and souls, more like some kind of peculiar contamination, he couldn't help but wrap the windbreaker on his body, but walking in a barren desert, just such a means of heat preservation was obviously not enough.

As for why he ended up in the Nevada desert, thousands of miles away from New York, that's obviously another story.

"What the hell did you make me... Where to go!"

He couldn't help but shout to the sky, "Tell me! Don't torture me!"

"Onward!"

The dark voice surged in his heart, conveying only one meaning, but one thing was for sure, it was a real boss who was talking to him, and it was precisely because of his strong strength that he could only use this faint and inaudible way when communicating, otherwise it would be easy for the Supreme Mage who monitored the world to find out.

After crossing the vast sea of space overnight, Konstantin looked like an old dog whose spine had been completely broken, and he no longer had the optimism and playfulness he had before, as if he had been thrown into sewage for three days and three nights, completely killing out the last trace of his spirit.

He was like the most tired traveler, struggling through the desert at night, he didn't know the goal, he didn't know how long he would have to go, and he even had the potential to die in the desert the next moment, but he had to move forward.

Everyone is born with weaknesses, even the most powerful Supreme Mage is no exception, and these weaknesses should be protected very carefully, otherwise once the weaknesses are mastered, the end will be extremely miserable, and the Konstantin in front of him is an extreme negative example.

He dug an abyss for himself with his own hands, and now, he is about to be completely swallowed by the abyss he dug out, no one wants to be a lackey, because no matter whether the owner wins or loses, the end of the lackey will not be too good, but the problem is, sometimes, you have to be a dog...

For those who have pride in their hearts, this is the most painful.

On the cold and dark desert dunes, the spirit detective looked around left and right, he was sure that he was completely lost now, in this unmarked desert environment, he walked aimlessly like this, this was the inevitable result, but just as he was about to raise his feet again, a person suddenly appeared in his vision.

"That's..."

He looked at the guy, far away, about a few hundred meters away, and could only see a rough outline in the darkness, but it was certain that it was a human being, and he staggered all the way in the direction of Konstantin, but the pace was unusually stiff, and it didn't look like a normal person at all, but like... A walking corpse.

"Bang"

Walking forward for more than ten meters, seemingly completely exhausted all his strength, he threw himself on his back in the middle of the dunes, splashing up a cloud of yellow sand, startling Konstantin who was watching.

He walked over, clasping the golden finger tiger wrapped in the divine incantation in his pocket to his finger, and holding the holy water tightly in the other hand, it took him nearly 10 minutes to walk up to the fallen guy, and he looked at the man at his feet.

"Bad hair, dirty clothes, bare feet, plus this smell..."

Konstantin crouched down and looked at the man who had lost his breath and more like he had lost his soul, "It looks like it's from South America..."

He looked at the feet that had been completely worn out of the flesh, it was an absolutely cruel picture, so cruel that it made the scalp tingle, he forced himself not to look at the feet, and when he looked at the guy's hands, he saw a flash in the darkness.

Like a light refracted by metal, after seeing the thing that the guy was holding in his hand, Konstantin reached out and took the cold metal out of the guy's hand, but at the moment when the metal left the body, the corpse that had just died seemed to be weathered, and the flesh and blood instantly turned into black quicksand and scattered in place, and the bones were shattered, leaving only small bone fragments one after another.

It looked as if the corpse had been abandoned in the desert for hundreds of years.

This scene made Konstantin's face change greatly, and he once again focused on the metal fragment in his hand, which was a featureless, even rough piece of metal, but he could barely see that it should belong to the remains of a certain weapon, he carefully turned the iron block, and then saw the rune engraved under the metal block.

As if he had been stung by a poisonous scorpion, he threw it on the ground like a hot potato, and couldn't help but take a step back, staggering and falling, rubbing his feet in the desert to keep his body back, trying to get away from the metal block, and it was obvious that this thing scared him.

"Are you scared?"

The darkness appeared before him in the form of light and shadow, like a dark vortex suspended under the sky, through which Konstantin could see a pair of darkest eyes looking directly at him.

"Why be afraid? Haven't you scum been frantically pursuing such a powerful being? Why be afraid? Pick it up! gain your power, and go for the real big thing!"

"No!

Konstantin looked at the dagger-like metal bars that had been thrown in the desert and were no different from the wreckage of ordinary weapons, and he shouted,

"I refuse! That's not something I can hold... You're murdering! murdering my soul!"

"Hehehehe"

The voice grew cold, "If not... Do you think your soul is still of any use? I sent it out of hell, from the big sinkhole here, ordinary people's souls can't bear to absorb it at all, I'm tired of the frequent change of holders... Good thing I found you. ”

"Desperate, desperate and sad, painful familiar souls, the taste is still so wonderful. ”

"You will surely die. ”

The voice was cold to the bone, "It will at least let you live a little longer, don't refuse this "gift", think of Cheryl, poor fool, do you really think you have a choice?"

Konstantin's retort was choked in his throat, as an exorcist, in the old days, he was actually better at dealing with these troubles with flexible language and traps, but this time, he suddenly realized that the power of words was so weak.

It was only after he was in a desperate situation that he suddenly realized that the things that he had once regarded as ominous, those that he only relied on to make money, were really worth relying on, at least if he was as strong as Cyber, and the bastard in front of him would not want to force him to do these things that were tantamount to suicide.

But regret ... It's too late.

"Click"

Konstantin took out the lighter, shook it twice, lit the cigarette, he sat on the cold sand dunes, looking at the night overhead, the sky had never seemed so lonely, he reached out and touched his pocket, where he had nothing, really nothing.

"Well... Well, if that's the case..."

He reached out and picked up the dagger-like metal bar, and as he got his hands on it, the cold metal seemed to smell something delicious, and it began to heat up, and finally, the scorching power was reflected in Konstantin's palm, like charcoal in his hand, and most importantly, he couldn't discard it.

It's like it's stuck to his hand, and there is no way to discard it.

"Ahhh

He knelt on the ground in pain, his left hand holding his right arm, the muscles of his whole body were trembling, as if he was suffering some kind of terrible torture, and after a while, the flesh was charred, but he quickly recovered, just like Cyber's self-healing, but there was a complex mark on the recovered skin.

It was an orange-red pentagram, an inverted pentagram dotted with intricate patterns, a pair of black wings, a flaming sword, and a dotted star dotted in the center of the sigil.

"Sure enough!"

Konstantin's face was covered with cold sweat, which was the appearance after the pain, he raised his head and looked at the empty sky,

"Sure enough, it's your !!"

And while the poor and cornered Zakang was suffering in the Nevada desert, in the police morgue in Manhattan, Angela, who looked indifferent, and Father Hannathee, who was recovering from a serious illness, walked in, and the policeman guarding the door of the morgue looked up and saw Angela,

"Hey, Detective Dawson, you're here so early today!"

Angela looked at him, there was no smile in those eyes, as if she had become another person overnight, she was wearing very casual clothes today, wearing a black trench coat, lined with tight jeans, wearing a baseball cap, carrying a small backpack, the whole person looked younger, but the overall temperament became gloomy.

To be precise, much more gloomy than the previous Dawson Detective.

"No, Ferguson, I'm resigning. ”

Angela said calmly, "This job is not for me... I came to see my sister today, this is the priest I found, who will preside over my sister's burial. ”

The police officer named Ferguson looked surprised, Angela is recognized as the most promising rising star to become the youngest sheriff this year, and she actually chose to resign at this critical moment?

He was stunned for a few seconds, reacted quickly, and said with a heavy face,

"I'm sorry for what happened to your sister, Angela, take care. ”

"Nothing to apologize for. ”

Angela took out her sunglasses from her pocket, put them on her face, and said very succinctly, "It's not your fault, Ferguson, open the door, I'm short on time." ”

The officer turned around and took out a bunch of keys and pointed to the empty morgue.

"Room 13, your sister is there. ”

Angela nodded, and she glanced at Ferguson again, to be precise, at the two hideous-looking Earthbound spirits standing behind Ferguson, who were drawing life from the officer, and they looked at Angela viciously, like Cyber said, when she could see them, they could see her.

Angela was silent for a moment and whispered,

"Change your position, Ferguson, and good luck. ”

A few minutes later, Angie stretched out her hand and pulled open her sister's body bag, which was in this cold morgue, and in this weather, the body did not change, and Isabella fell from the roof of the building where it happened to be a swimming pool, and the impact killed her instantly, but the body was not tortured very badly.

The girl in front of her seemed to be asleep, her face was pale, especially her lips, which were so white that she couldn't get rid of it, and Angela's eyes were filled with pain that could not be dissipated, until she stretched out her hand to touch her sister, Father Hannessey, who had been standing behind her, suddenly spoke,

"Don't touch her!"

"Huh?"

"Don't touch her! Angela..."

Father Hannasee took three pairs of gloves from the side, put them on his hand one by one, and carefully turned Isabella's arm over, pulling the ID tag tied to the arm downward, revealing the symbol that looked like a tattoo, but also like some kind of cult ritual.

As if burned by fire, Father Hannasee took two steps back and frantically crossed his chest.

"Lord... Oh, my God... You're right, Angela, your sister is not suicidal, this sign, this sign... Mammon, son of darkness, child who has committed a worse sin than his father! Oh my God! This is crazy!"