American comic book: My Father is Superman, am I just an NPC?

Chapter 17 Temporarily Closed! Mysterious Demonic Wind!
The atmosphere inside the ruined wooden house was somewhat subtle.

Faced with the boy's self-righteous lecture.

Charles and Constantine were both somewhat bewildered.

"Who is America's Sun?" Constantine was completely bewildered. He didn't quite understand Ian's words. He could understand each word individually, but the combination of words confused him.

"Of course, it's General MacArthur."

Ian answered without hesitation. Having lived in the metropolis for so many years, he had the experience to know that Americans actually had their own "Lu Xun" (a famous Chinese writer).

In short, if you want to say something from a high vantage point, just throw it at General MacArthur, and you're sure to succeed. Very few people will question whether MacArthur actually said it.

This is not.

Constantine and Charles both suffered from a lack of education. They looked at each other in bewilderment, but neither of them questioned it. They simply felt that there was such a huge generation gap between themselves and modern young people.

"Kids these days idolize WWII heroes? It's such a difference from when we only liked long-legged beauty queens." Charles even remarked with some emotion.

Just as the two were getting caught up in Ian's words.

"Goo~"

Ian looked down at the thermos in his hand, guessing that he could at least get some attribute points from the other party. He swallowed his saliva with anticipation.

"hiss!!!"

The evil spirit was unaware of his thoughts, but that didn't mean it couldn't sense the boy's "malice." It began frantically banging on the transparent lid of the thermos.

"Constantine! Don't abandon me! You must take me with you!"

"I know many secrets of hell! I know how to redeem your soul!"

"Quick! Take me back!"

……

The evil spirit is screaming madly.

Constantine felt that the situation was becoming more and more unbelievable. He had seen a lot, but he had never seen the ghosts of hell so terrified of a human.

It's really hard to imagine.

What kind of mental state would an evil spirit need to be in to ask an exorcist for help?

"Seriously! I can help you save your soul!" The evil spirit frantically tempted Constantine. It was truly afraid. Only those who had used others as nourishment truly understood how miserable it was to become nourishment for others.

“I’m serious, you can’t escape.” Ian stuffed the thermos into his coat and looked at Constantine warily, but found that Constantine didn’t seem to have any intention of continuing to demand it back.

“Alright, it’s yours.” Constantine was not tempted by the evil spirit. Instead, after the evil spirit begged him for help, he gave up his plan to take it back from the boy.

"Ok?"

Ian was completely baffled by Constantine's sudden change in attitude.

Constantine gave him a deep look.

“Charles, there’s a poor woman who died tragically up there. We need to bury her properly just in case.” Constantine turned and walked towards the stairs.

He raised one of his hands, still bearing the marks of the burns, and thinking of the pendant the boy was wearing, the exorcist felt that the boy must have an extraordinary background.

"coming."

Charles snapped out of his daze and tried to follow him upstairs, but Ian glanced at the sky outside the window and blocked his way.

“You have to take me back.” Ian said seriously. He didn’t want to walk back to the city on his own, as it was quite a distance from here.

“Wait a minute, I need to help my friend first.” Charles didn’t refuse, but he still planned to wait until things were completely settled before sending this “special” passenger back.

"..."

Ian watched as Charles walked past him and hurried up the stairs. He glanced at his watch; if he didn't go back soon, his parents would probably worry about his safety.

Ian glanced thoughtfully at the scattered ruins. Soon, just as Constantine and Charles entered the second floor and prepared to open the door to the room with a large hole smashed in it...

"Om!!"

The roar of the car engine suddenly began.

Charles's expression immediately changed drastically. He frantically reached into his pocket, and although he clearly still had the keys on him, he could definitely hear the sound of his wrecked car starting up downstairs.

"Oops!"

Charles's heart leaped into his throat. He rushed down the corridor and peered down the railing. Sure enough, the "stubborn" taxi had started moving.

Short-circuit ignition.

It was no challenge for Ian at all.

This illustrates the importance of mastering mathematics, physics, and chemistry.

"What are you doing! Damn it! Stop! Stop the car!" Charles saw Ian step on the gas and reverse out of the parking space, then violently crash the car's rear end into the damaged house.

He was very anxious, but he also knew that even if he jumped over the railing right now, two human legs would never be able to catch up with a speeding car.

Therefore.

Charles and Constantine, who was a step behind, could only helplessly watch the somewhat valuable taxi drive further and further away through the large hole in the wall, widened by the second collision.

“I can’t wait any longer! Come find your car near the bus stop tomorrow!” Ian even waved goodbye to them.

He figured that since he'd given the other person his return location, it shouldn't be considered theft. He had no choice; if he didn't go back soon, he'd probably be severely questioned about where he'd gone after school.

In such a remote and desolate place, Ian is truly grateful for this automatic sedan with manual transmission. It's sturdy, durable, and easy to operate, making him feel like he could probably take his driver's test tomorrow.

"Driving isn't actually that difficult."

Ian stared intently ahead, one foot on the brake and the other on the accelerator, driving the dilapidated taxi away from the exorcist and his assistant's sight.

"..."

"..."

Constantine and Charles looked at each other in silence.

After a strange silence.

"So, we're going to walk back to the city today?" Constantine demonstrated his complete lack of concern; his focus was clearly not on Charles's financial loss.

After all, it wasn't his car.

"That was my only asset after the divorce..."

Charles, who was already feeling frustrated, felt even more upset upon hearing this.

If you can't speak properly, then speak less!

He glared fiercely at Constantine, who simply smiled nonchalantly. The exorcist, as if showing off, flipped his hand and produced a card.

"Don't worry, we can get your car back." It turned out that Constantine had quietly taken Ian's student ID and put it in his pocket without anyone noticing.

See this.

Charles immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked at the student ID in Constantine's hand.

“Constantine, I think there’s something strange about this guy that you should investigate,” Charles cautiously reminded him, clearly not just concerned about his stolen car.

“Indeed, our little boy must have some very important secrets.” Constantine said thoughtfully, looking down at the documents in his hand.

And just then.

Suddenly.

In the empty wooden cabin, a sudden, unannounced gust of wind swept through, and Constantine felt his vision blur. Before he could see anything, the documents in his hand had vanished.

It's as if it was swept away by the wind.

It was as if it had been forcibly taken away by someone.

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