Chapter 298: Soul Scale!

Father Midnight waved his hand, "No hurry, let's solve the problem of making an oath first."

Constantine smiled and said: "Why, in your midnight barrier, are you still afraid that I will run away?"

Father Midnight smiled and said: "You are the famous John Constantine! You can even kill the devil, so of course I have to be careful about you."

Constantine shrugged in disappointment, "Dad, I thought we were friends who could trust each other."

Father Midnight said: "Everyone who does business with me is a friend, but anyone who does business with me must have a contract."

Constantine said: "Okay then - I, John Constantine, swear that I am willing to admit defeat!"

Father Midnight sneered and shook his head, "It's not okay to swear like that."

Constantine asked: "Then what do you want to do?"

Father Midnight snapped his fingers.

Uh-huh!

A golden scale half as tall as a man suddenly appeared in front of Constantine and Chu Xun.

Chu Xun frowned slightly and immediately guessed that this should be a magic weapon.

Constantine's face turned pale, and he coughed uncontrollably, "Ahem, soul scale? This, this is a bit too much, dad?"

Father Midnight sneered and said with a sinister smile: "John Constantine, I have lived for more than 400 years, and the humans who have been plotted by me...

There are countless angels and demons, but just the two of you trying to plot against me are a little too young. Do you really think I can't see through it? "

Chu Xun asked: "What is the Soul Scale?"

Constantine sighed: "This is a magic weapon from heaven. After a person dies, the soul will be weighed on the soul scale. The light soul will ascend to heaven, and the heavy soul will go to hell."

Father Midnight smiled sinisterly and said: "John Constantine, don't worry, I don't have the ability to send you to hell yet. I just want to take out your soul and temporarily put it on the soul scale. If you win, you The soul will return to your body. Of course, if you lose, I'm sorry - how about it? Do you still dare to bet with me now? "

Constantine sighed: "Dad, I didn't expect you to be prepared! But how can I be sure that when I win, you will return my soul to me?"

Father Midnight said proudly: "Isn't my 400 years of credibility enough?"

Constantine and Chu Xun shook their heads together.

Just because this old guy betrayed his black brother and chopped off his sister's head with his own hands, he has no credibility at all.

Father Midnight spread his hands, "Then what do you want to do?"

Constantine pointed to Luna's skull on the skull throne and said: "Swear to Luna with your blood."

Dad Midnight's face suddenly filled with anger: "Boy! How dare you make such unreasonable demands on my territory! Do you believe it or not, I can still kill you easily now! No need to make any bet with you at all?"

Constantine put his hands in his demon-control windbreaker, his face full of cynicism, and his mouth with an arrogant and arrogant expression, "Really?"

Father Midnight's nose twitched, and the anger in his silver eyes gradually subsided and calmed down.

If there was a fight, Father Midnight thought that he would definitely be able to kill Constantine.

but.

For 400 years, Midnight Dad has always pursued a "neutral" line, and will never lean towards any party easily.

Moreover, he also knows that Constantine is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

If a fight really breaks out, even if he is really sure that he can kill Constantine, I am afraid that the entire Midnight Club will be destroyed by Constantine.

What's more, beside Constantine stood a mortal friend with a cold and calm expression.

There are too many variables.

Father Midnight has been able to survive for 400 years between angels and demons and thrive. His most important principle is to never make too many changes.Many things.

Father Midnight immediately put away the ferocious expression on his face and grinned: "As expected of John Constantine. Most people would be scared to death when they see me like this. Okay! Not bad! Because it's you, so I Just make an exception."

With that said, Father Midnight stood up and stretched out his arms.

The angel woman and devil woman behind him immediately took the scepter and skull bracelet from his hand.

Father Midnight pursed his lips, walked up to the Skeleton Throne, cut his palm, and let the blood drip on his sister Luna's head.

Hiss!

wisps of black smoke steaming like boiling oil!

Father Midnight inhaled all the black smoke into his nose with an almost greedy look.

"Luna, my dear sister."

"I swear to you by my magical pure blood."

"I made a gambling contract with Constantine. If Constantine wins, I will release his soul unconditionally and answer his questions about the Son of Apocalypse - I am willing to admit defeat!"

The entire circular room suddenly went dark, and then, an ethereal female scream sounded in the room.

Father Midnight turned his head and said proudly: "Luna has accepted my oath. If I violate it, I will lose her completely and her soul will be free again. So, Constantine, now you can Feel free to hand over your soul."

Constantine grinned and said, "No problem now."

With that said, Constantine skillfully cut his wrist and activated the magic emblem on his body with his pure magical blood!

A soul in a state of nothingness slowly swam away from Constantine's body!

Chu Xun looked at all this with an expressionless face, and his heart was shocked to the extreme!

Although Constantine was plotting against Chu Xun and using Chu Xun's life to make a bet with Father Midnight, Constantine also gave up his soul to make the bet!

When Father Midnight saw Constantine's soul, he immediately grabbed it in the air, completely pulled Constantine's soul out of Constantine's body, and placed it on the right end of the soul scale!

Constantine's body immediately lost consciousness and collapsed on the ground numbly. The blood from his wrist was still flowing uncontrollably.

Chu Xun walked to Constantine's body, squatted down, and put a hemostatic bandage on Constantine's wrist.

At this time, Father Midnight threw a magic feather to the left end of the Soul Scale.

The scale with Constantine's soul on the right end slowly sinks!

The scale with the magic feather on the left end slowly rises!

Finally, the scale of Constantine's soul sank to the bottom!

"Tsk tsk!" Father Midnight smiled sinisterly at Constantine's soul: "Look, John Constantine, you really deserve to go to hell! Your soul is so sinful! It's so heavy that even the soul scale can't bear it. Got it!"

Constantine's soul sneered: "It's really ironic for people like you to say that I am guilty."

Father Midnight said with a ferocious smile: "There are more ironic things, do you want to hear them?"

Constantine's soul shrugged, "You have already said this, do I still have the right to choose not to listen?"