Chapter 2901

"Actually, I didn't listen very carefully." Aquaman said very straightforwardly, "To be precise, I only listened to one-tenth. I don't have your kind of superpower. It's useless to listen. I feel everyone is a good person."

Batman seemed to smile. He said helplessly, "I would also prefer to presume so, but unfortunately, I can't."

"Actually, don't hold much hope for my narrative either. I was in Atlantis for the past few months. I didn't go ashore much, and Cien Harbor is relatively remote with no news. I probably can't say a few sentences."

"Talking about Atlantis is also good." Batman suggested, "Vampires are not good at diving. The possibility of them harassing Atlantis is very small. In case the situation on land is not good, maybe we still need your help."

Aquaman seemed to have some confidence. He said, "If that's the case, Hal and I will both have things to talk about. After all, Hal has also been executing missions in space before, right?"

Green Lantern nodded and said, "I was just thinking about this. I have returned to Earth fewer times in the past few months and don't know much about the vampire situation. I'm afraid I have nothing to say. If I can talk about the Green Lantern Corps, at least I won't appear to be at a loss for words."

Aquaman was eating sandwiches and drinking beverages on the side. After eating enough, he wiped his mouth and said, "You should go rest for a while. After all, you are the only ordinary person. I'm afraid you won't be able to hold on."

Batman shook his head and said, "It's nothing. I'll go over there to look at some information."

After Jana and Zan lay down, they looked at each other face to face. Jana signaled Batman's position with her eyes, but Zan shook his head at her.

Jana was silent, turned over, and sleepiness swept over her in an instant. She fell into a deep sleep.

Schiller originally wanted to rest for a while, but suddenly, as if he felt something, he revealed a slight smile.

Doctor Strange in front of the magic screen sighed and said, "It seems this mole is determined to wait it out with the ordinary person Batman. Do you think he can wait it out?"

"A joke." Arkham Knight said, "There is no one in this world who can wait out Batman in any aspect, not even vampires."

"I dare say he made the wrong decision." Dick leaned on the table and said, "All the fatigue Batman shows is his performance, to make people feel that they are very close to victory, but in reality, they are getting further and further away."

Doctor Strange turned his head and was stunned. He said, "What about that guy named Constantine???"

"Who cares about him." Arkham Knight said without raising his head.

Doctor Strange had a deeper impression of this rotten mage. He asked, "Did you see him go upstairs?"

Both shook their heads, but Doctor Strange still walked toward the upstairs. As soon as he opened the room door, he found that Schiller's body, which was originally lying on the bed, was gone.

"I knew it!!!"

About ten minutes ago, the other three were focused on watching the magic screen, while Constantine, who was lying in the corner, secretly stood up.

He flashed upstairs without alarming anyone. After casting an invisibility spell on himself, he passed through the room door and came inside.

He saw the young man in a suit sitting in the corner holding a candlestick, taking a nap. His breathing was steady, and he didn't look like he was about to wake up. Khonshu stood by the window.

As soon as he came in, Khonshu seemed to have discovered him. Constantine couldn't help but curse. This foreign moon god was really sharp enough.

However, fortunately, Khonshu's bird beak was tied up again. He could only make a clicking sound, which sounded a bit rhythmic, but unfortunately, Constantine didn't understand Morse code, and he didn't have the patience to listen.

He suddenly took out a huge golden coffin out of thin air, walked to the bed, wrapped Schiller's body on the bed with magic, and then put the body into the coffin. The coffin disappeared instantly, and he also disappeared.

Constantine returned to the House of Mystery.

He rubbed his hands, opened the coffin, put Schiller's body on the ground, and then went to get the materials to set up the formation.

Walking to the warehouse, Constantine started picking and choosing, occasionally picking up the patterns drawn on the side to compare. Searching for materials took him some time, but his patience was sufficient.

After taking the materials, he came to another room. There was no furniture in this room. In the very center was a huge crystal, and a hazy figure was lying in the crystal. It was Zatanna Zatara.

Discovering that Constantine had come, Zatanna rushed over fiercely. Her figure was very blurry, obviously without a physical body. She hammered the outer wall of the crystal and shouted, "Constantine, you damn bastard! Let me out!"

"Don't be anxious, Zat." Constantine said helplessly, "I'm doing this to save you. Doctor Fate thought you were too seriously injured and unconscious, but this can't deceive him for too long. I have to find you a body."

Zatanna snorted coldly and said, "What was wrong with my original one?!"

"Stop messing around. Changing a body might allow you to get rid of the control of that stupid Vampire King. He is really a bit too stupid, actually letting you come to attack me alone. Following him has no future."

Zatanna said angrily, "I was already about to get rid of his control. You had to stick your oar in. You just want to control me!"

"Forget it. You don't have enough experience in dealing with this kind of thing. Without my help, give you another year, and you'll still be the same."

Constantine took out a small glass bottle, ignoring Zatanna's protest, sucked her soul into the bottle, and then put Zan's soul, which was in the bottle before, into the crystal. The crystal had been emitting a faint light, and the originally translucent soul was becoming more and more solid.

Leaving the room and closing the door, Constantine walked toward the room where Schiller's body was placed.

As soon as he pushed the door open, Schiller's body, which should have been lying well on the bed, was sitting on a chair on the side reading a book.

Constantine stiffened.

Under the call of Doctor Strange, Dick and Arkham Knight rushed into the room quickly.

After discovering that the body was gone, both were stunned. Dick instinctively started searching for Khonshu's figure in the room. He saw the tall Khonshu standing helplessly by the window, with a rope tied to his mouth again.

Dick used magic to untie the rope on his mouth. Khonshu's voice finally sounded.

You all got it wrong.

The three people looked at him with three confused faces.

It's him in Zan's body, Khonshu pointed to the figure in the corner, which was impressively the tall young man in a suit.

The loading icon appeared on Arkham Knight's head again. After turning for a long time, he reacted, and then looked at Doctor Strange.

Doctor Strange said, "Impossible, I clearly watched the soul in that body enter Zan's body..."

"They swapped in advance." Khonshu said helplessly.

As the guardian god of Moon Schiller, he watched these two people play a trick of swapping the sky and the sun.

Moon Schiller and the soul being manipulated swapped in advance, which led to the fact that when Doctor Strange swapped souls, it was Moon Schiller's soul that was manipulating the body, and it was Moon that entered Zan's body.

And after Doctor Strange and Zan left, the manipulating soul came out of Moon Schiller's body, returned to its original body, and was then taken away by Constantine.

"But... but..." Doctor Strange was speechless for a moment.

In his impression, the guy holding the candlestick didn't know how to speak, and that person who was older than him and looked refined, looked like a good hand at undercover work. So what was the point of the two of them swapping?

Khonshu sneered, but didn't explain to Doctor Strange. Having stayed in the tower for so long, could Khonshu not know what was going on?

Moon Schiller was originally part of the morbid state. Because of special reasons, he didn't live at the bottom of the tower, but lived in the asylum of the high tower. But essentially, he was still morbid. The morbid parts were never so clearly divided. Each personality trait possessed some of the other's attributes.

That is to say, Moon just didn't like to speak, not that he couldn't speak. What's more, before executing the plan, the manipulator gave him the strategy. Jana was just a little girl, not Batman. Reading according to the lines was enough to fool her.

As for the purpose of Schiller doing this, what else could it be? Of course, it was to make Constantine have bad luck.

Constantine was really about to crack.

It's a pity he wasn't a character in the game universe, otherwise he would have to lag now. He really couldn't understand why Schiller suddenly came back to life. How could a body without a soul move?!

But don't ask why he was experienced. He immediately realized he had been played. With a wave of his hand, a ray of light flew toward Schiller.

The next second, the world spun.

Constantine flew out with the box, hitting the corridor wall heavily, and then he felt himself being lifted by the throat. The other party's strength was unimaginably great.

He knew it! He knew it!

This guy was exactly the same person as the one holding the candlestick. It didn't mean that because he became a surgeon, he lost this terrifying power. On the contrary, he probably had a deeper understanding of human body structure.

The hand clutching Constantine's throat was just maintained at a level that made him have difficulty breathing, but wouldn't completely suffocate him.

Constantine kept kicking his legs, using his hands to grab Schiller's arm, wanting to break free, but a frail mage caught by someone grabbing his fragile body simply wouldn't have any chance to break free.

Constantine gave up struggling.

He grinned and said.

"I fell for it this time. What do you want?"

Quite a bit of fearless madness.

Schiller grabbed him with one hand and straightened his tie with the other, taking off the marlin brooch on his chest. And even at this time, Constantine was still staring fixedly at the movements of his other hand.

Stroking the fabric, unfastening the lock, picking up the thin metal piece, the veins on the back of his hand rose and fell with the movement, like a piece of steel twisting in smelting, every step full of power.

Constantine's Adam's apple moved.

The next second, the tip of the marlin brooch pierced into his neck, blood sprayed instantly, Constantine widened his eyes in disbelief, his pupils gradually shrinking with the passing of vitality.

"He really dared to kill me..."

Then, thick black energy surged from his chest, and the phantom of a demon appeared and disappeared on Constantine's face.

"You cannot kill him, human..."

The terrifying voice echoed in the room, the demon's shadow became more and more solid, but soon, another blood-red shadow also appeared, roaring in another voice: "Don't you think about taking him away, he is mine!"

Schiller stood in place, as calm as if he were enjoying a stage play. Two demons of unknown identity were fighting over him, but it seemed neither could do anything to the other.

"You don't want the soul to be obtained by the other party, then let him come back to life. Now only I can stop the bleeding for him. What price do you intend to offer?"

At the same time, both demons looked at him.

Ten minutes later, Constantine sat up with a big gasp. He touched his neck with lingering fear, but found himself tied to a chair.

Suddenly, a plate was placed in front of him. The hand arranging the knife and fork was as full of the beauty of power as ever.

Constantine looked up and saw Schiller also looking at him with a smile.

Looking down, he saw the hoof on the dinner plate.

"This is... what?!"

"Just a moose."