The movie world has a beautiful ghost

Chapter 222: Cure for Lung Cancer, Lucifer's Wrath

Chase subconsciously let go to drive it away, only to see his hair turn gray in an instant. In this short moment, Chase had lost ten years of his life.

"Shit!" Constantine was afraid that something might happen, so he looked at Zhang Haoran, who was as steady as a rock, and then he felt relieved.

"Now!" Constantine covered the girl's eyes with one hand and shouted to Zhang Haoran.

Zhang Haoran understood and pushed the mirror directly towards the window. The demon then realized that he had been deceived and slapped the mirror to escape.

But Zhang Haoran didn't give it any chance at all. With a little force, he threw the mirror out of the window without any hindrance.

As the sound of shattering came from outside, the black lines on the girl's body instantly retreated, returning to their original appearance.

Constantine was very tired. He got out of bed and lit a cigarette.

Looking at Chase in the corner, whose hair had turned gray prematurely, he rubbed his eyes and felt a headache.

"You shouldn't have encouraged him like that." Constantine said with a slightly complaining tone.

"Haha, don't worry, since I dared to let him see it, I won't let anything happen to him."

As Zhang Haoran spoke, he grabbed Chase, who was still in a daze, and mobilized the vitality to transfer it into his body.

But after a moment, Chase's hair returned to its original shape.

"How...how did you do that?" Constantine was incredulous.

Zhang Haoran shrugged and smiled: "It's just a small matter for me. For example, I can easily treat your lung cancer."

Hearing this, Constantine's breathing became noticeably faster.

Zhang Haoran smiled meaningfully and said, "Okay, let's leave here first and find a place to sit down and talk."

Constantine's emotions were fluctuating greatly now. After taking a deep breath, he nodded.

After the girl's mother thanked them, the three of them left.

Chase was thrown into the cab and the two of them sat in the back.

"Chas, if you can't recover, you will never be an exorcist in the future." Zhang Haoran leaned back and said lazily.

"Ahem~ I...I can do it, I..."

"Okay, Chase, drive to my house." Constantine said.

"Okay...right away!" Chase still hadn't come back to his senses. He was trembling all over and was looking for the car keys in a panic.

It was not until he arrived at Constantine's house that Chase calmed down and finally built up a strong psychological defense for himself.

Constantine's house is big, but it seems a little empty.

"Sit anywhere." Constantine took off his two coats and threw them aside.

Zhang Haoran didn't hesitate and sat down on a high stool similar to the one next to the bar.

Chase sat beside him.

"Um...does what you said before still count?" Chase said embarrassedly, scratching his head.

Zhang Haoran chuckled and said, "Of course, I won't break my promise."

"Oh, that's great. So... when do you plan to start? I mean, when can you teach me?" Chase said excitedly.

"This can be done at any time, but you two need to promise me one thing." Zhang Haoran looked at Constantine who was walking over and said.

Constantine put down a few glasses and poured a little wine for each of them.

"I know there's no such thing as a free lunch in this world. Tell me, what are your requests?" Constantine sat opposite the two of them and drank a glass of wine.

"Don't worry, it's a simple thing for you, that is, you can work for me in the future, how about it?

Of course, I just let you join, not restrict your freedom." Zhang Haoran said.

Constantine was a little puzzled and said: "Can you tell me more about it? I don't even know what kind of organization your organization is. I don't want to be tricked into joining some cult or something like that."

"There is no organization. Our usual job is just exorcism. Currently, there are only three of us in the organization." Zhang Haoran said with a smile.

Constantine was speechless after hearing this. He shrugged his shoulders and said helplessly: "Okay, if that's the case, then I'll join. But don't try to force me to do something I don't want to do."

"Of course, it's a pleasure working with you." The two shook hands.

Then he looked at Chase again.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm willing.

Also, since the three of us are a group, should we give it a catchy name?

Like the three lone heroes, the three devils walking in the dark...” Chase talked a lot, getting more and more excited.

After hearing this, Zhang Haoran felt that this guy was having a second-year syndrome.

"Okay, let's call the exorcist, that's it!" Zhang Haoran hurriedly called a halt.

"Uh~ ok, but I still think the name Ultraman is pretty good..."

"..."

"In that case, John, I'll help you with the treatment. We can't have to send someone away just as we form a team." Zhang Haoran picked up the wine glass and took a sip.

Hearing this, the wine glass in Constantine's hand trembled noticeably, but he suppressed the excitement in his heart, but he couldn't hide the eagerness in his eyes.

Zhang Haoran also knew why he was so anxious. In order to avoid going to hell after his death, Constantine attempted to use exorcism to accumulate merits for himself so that he could go to heaven after his death.

But his death was caused by his smoking. According to Western legend, this is murdering himself, which is equivalent to suicide, so he will go to hell after death.

Moreover, Constantine performed exorcisms everywhere, and he killed and sent countless evil spirits to hell, which offended a large group of people in hell.

Even Satan Lucifer said that after Constantine died, he would come personally to take away his soul.

Letting Tang Stantine lie on the sofa, Zhang Haoran put his hands on his lungs, and injected spiritual energy into him to eliminate the diseased parts and the tobacco oil that had accumulated for decades.

But he didn't get rid of it all, he just cured the cancer and left a small amount of nicotine.

It prevented him from quitting smoking directly. He still preferred the smoking Constantine. If he stopped smoking, he would always feel like something was missing.

This is just a little bit of his bad taste.

Constantine only felt that his breathing suddenly became much smoother, even his throat became clearer, and he no longer felt chest tightness.

At the same time, Lucifer, who was in hell, suddenly looked gloomy.

Because he sensed that Constantine, whose life was about to end, suddenly had his life extended.

At this moment, Zhang Haoran seemed to have thought that Lucifer might be keeping an eye on Constantine all the time.

A wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he injected Constantine with vitality that would allow him to live to 200 years old.

As Constantine's lifespan continued to increase, Lucifer's expression became more and more embarrassed.

The surrounding magma seemed to burst out in an instant because of his anger, and it merged into one, with a terrifying momentum.

Even the entire hell began to shake, and countless demons and vengeful spirits trembled.