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Chapter 374 Money Makes the World Go Round

Constantine was startled: "Wait, I just want to go to hell, not die!"

Du Mu said nonchalantly, "What's the difference? Heaven has already blacklisted you. You'll still go to hell after you die. It's the same whether you go sooner or later."

Constantine:

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That hurts, buddy.

"I haven't lived enough yet."

Constantine quickly took a half step back, fearing that Du Mu might actually shoot him and send him to meet Satan, in which case he would have no hope of going to heaven.

He began to explain, "I mean there's a way to smuggle yourself into hell. All you need is a basin of water and a cat, but time is limited, so you have to act quickly, or you'll be stuck in hell."

The "Quest: Constantine's Request for Help" has been completed.

[Rewards: Experience Points +500, Constantine's Favorability +10, Angel Brand Cigarette]

[Props: Angel Brand Cigarettes (produced by Paradise; the smoke produced by these cigarettes has the power to soothe the mind, redeem the soul, and purify...]

It has effects such as exorcising demons and purifying the air, and the cigarettes in the pack never run out.

As expected of Constantine, even his reward is cigarettes.

[Prerequisite tasks completed; next stage tasks will start automatically]

[Mission: Hell is empty, demons roam the earth]

Objective: Investigate the root cause of the large-scale demonic manifestation in the world and uncover the mastermind behind it.

[Rewards: 2000 EXP, Constantine's Favorability +10, Random Item *1, Random Equipment *1]

"Why go through all that trouble of smuggling? I have legitimate channels."

Du Mu chuckled dismissively and turned to Angela beside him: "Do you have any information about your sister, like her birth date and time? The more detailed the better."

Yes, yes.

Angela had recovered and nodded repeatedly.

Knowing that Du Mu was a helper Constantine had specifically found, she immediately took out Isabel's complete file from her bag and handed it to him.

Du Mu flipped his right hand, and a black card suddenly appeared between his two fingers.

It was the same business card that Satan had given him during their last meeting.

"I'm gone."

Before Constantine could react, Du Mu had already grabbed him by the back of his collar, and the flames on the card began to burn rapidly, as if they were real, distorting the surrounding scenery at an alarming rate.

In the blink of an eye, they were standing on the land of hell.

"It really is hell?"

Constantine stared in disbelief: "Wait, you're a priest, why do you have the authority to enter and leave Hell?"

Du Mu didn't hide anything and said cheerfully, "I have a bit of a connection here, you should know him, his name is Satan."

Constantine:

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You call this a bit of ghostly energy?

This guy is the biggest leader in Hell!

Constantine looked completely bewildered: "You know Satan?"

Du Mu nodded: "We met once. He thought I had a lot of potential and asked me if I would like to be an official in hell. I said I would think about it, and then he gave me this permanent pass."

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"Oh, right, he also asked me to pass on a message: your lifespan is running out, and he's looking forward to the moment you die. He's already built a theme park just for you in the heart of hell, and he's just waiting for you to move in."

"Mission Death Declaration" settlement complete.

[Rewards: 1000 Experience Points, 1 Anchor Point Fragment, Hellfire Item]

[Item: Hellfire Lighter (Releases hellfire, extremely hot, capable of incinerating most substances, and difficult to extinguish)]

Goodness, I just got cigarettes and now I've got a lighter, so now I have the whole set.

Why didn't you say so sooner!

Upon hearing that Satan was thinking of him, Constantine couldn't help but swallow hard. "Well, I suddenly remembered that I have urgent business on Earth. I'll head back now."

Seeing Constantine trying to run away, Du Mu grabbed him by the back of his collar and pulled him back: "What are you afraid of? Satan is a man of his word. If he says he'll wait for you to die, he'll wait for you to die. Otherwise, do you think you'd be alive now?"

Constantine retorted, "Bullshit! He's not even human, who knows if his promises are even valid!"

"At least it's more useful than your promise."

Du Mu waved his hand: "Alright, stop wasting time, hurry up and find Isabel's soul."

Constantine said with a bitter face, "Hell is so vast, and we don't have any of Isabel's belongings from her lifetime as a medium. How are we supposed to find it?"

Du Mu looked at him with disdain: "You can't even find someone in hell, yet you have the nerve to call yourself a hell detective."

He glanced at the mini-map, walked towards a dilapidated building not far away, smashed half a wall with a punch, and pulled out the evil spirit hiding inside, ready to launch a sneak attack.

Evil spirit: (°D°)

"Aaaaaah!!"

The evil spirit reacted, and its distorted face instantly became even more ferocious.

It opened its mouth full of sharp teeth, let out a piercing screech, and lunged at Du Mu.

Du Mu raised his hand and threw two punches, which dented his face.

"Can you speak human language?"

"Ahhh!!"

The evil spirit was stunned for a moment, paused for two seconds, and then let out an even more piercing scream.

"Still yelling like a ghost."

Du Mu didn't hold back either, and his fists rained down on its face.

"Ah...ah...stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I can speak!" the evil spirit suddenly begged for mercy.

Du Mu snorted coldly: "Why didn't you just say so earlier? Why pretend to be mute?"

The evil spirit cowered on the ground, covering its face and trembling.

Which of them is the evil spirit?

Du Mu took out Isabel's file and said to the evil spirit, "I need you to help me find a woman named Isabel Dodgson. Her soul should be in hell. Here is her information."

"OK."

The evil spirit outwardly agreed, but inwardly it sneered.

It's an evil spirit from hell, how could it possibly obediently work for humans? Once it escapes human control, it will immediately run away.

Suddenly, Du Mu pulled out a banknote that emitted a faint black aura: "If you can bring her back, this money is yours."

[Item: 10,000 Ghost Coins (Money makes the world go round)]

Constantine chuckled beside him: "Buddy, do you think this is the human world? These evil spirits wouldn't stoop to your penny..."

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"Yes, boss! I guarantee I'll get the job done!"

The evil spirit abruptly interrupted Constantine, its eyes gleaming as it stared intently at the ghost coins in Du Mu's hand, its gaze filled with nothing but greed for money.

Constantine:

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Seriously? You can use money powers in hell?

Du Mu did not place all his hopes on this evil spirit.

Using the same method, he found more than a dozen natives of hell, took out ghost money, and said that whoever found the target first would get the money.

Constantine's lips twitched as he watched the native inhabitants of Hell rush off to find Isabel.

"Has capitalism already begun to corrupt into hell?"

This further solidified his resolve never to go to hell.

I'm already penniless. If I were to go down to this hell corrupted by capitalism, wouldn't my life be even more miserable than on earth?

Before long, a female succubus found Isabel's soul and brought her before Du Mu.

"Boss, I've found the soul you're looking for."

The succubus smiled obsequiously: "And my reward..."

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"You deserve it."

Du Mu took out a hundred-yuan ghost coin and casually tossed it over.

This time he didn't resort to any tricks.

He might need these hellish natives' help in the future, so establishing a good reputation first will make things easier later.

"Thank you, boss!"

The female succubus quickly accepted the ghost coins, not even complaining that the denomination was too small.

She could feel the energy on the ghost coin strengthening her, far more powerful than absorbing the essence of hundreds of men.

The succubus reached into her four-dimensional pocket on her chest, pulled out a business card, and handed it to Du Mu.

"Boss, feel free to contact me if you need anything in the future. This is my business card, my name is on the back. Just call my name if you need anything."

The succubus winked at Du Mu, not glancing at Constantine beside her the entire time, before turning and disappearing into the shadows.

"This actually works?!"

Constantine stared, his eyes wide with amazement.

He had dealt with hell his whole life, and every time they met, it was either a life-or-death struggle or mutual scheming. When had he ever seen a demon so flattering?

The way that succubus looked at Du Mu before she left—it was as if she wanted nothing more than to pounce on him and sit on him.

Du Mu chuckled and casually tossed the business card into the system's inventory: "The martial world isn't just about fighting and killing; it's about human relationships and social interactions. As long as you pay enough, you can make even the devil do the work."

Constantine nodded repeatedly, his eyes darting around, and he leaned closer, rubbing his hands together: "You're absolutely right, Du Mu. You're so rich, could you lend me some money? I swear on my word, I'll definitely pay you back later."

Du Mu smiled at him and said, "Of course, I'll personally burn your ashes after you die."

"Uh, never mind then."

Constantine's expression froze, and he withdrew his hand.

Du Mu was too lazy to pay attention to this guy who always wanted to get something for nothing, and turned to look at Isabel, who looked bewildered.

"You're Isabel Dodgson? Angela's sister?"

"Who...who are you?"

Isabel was a little scared.

Du Mu put on what he thought was a friendly smile: "As you can see, I am a priest. Your sister commissioned me to investigate the truth behind your death."

Uh, I didn't see it at all.

When Isabel saw that Du Mu could command so many hellish demons to find her, she thought he was some kind of terrifying great demon.

"You scared her. Let me do it. I have the most experience with girls."

Constantine immediately perked up, straightened his wrinkled trench coat, and confidently stepped forward: "Hello, I'm John Constantine. Don't be afraid, we're not bad people..."

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Before she could finish speaking, Isabel took a few steps back in alarm.

"I know you. Your name has spread throughout hell. Everyone says you're a liar, that you never tell the truth, and that being friends with you is a matter of life and death. The one who survives will be crippled. Getting close to you will not end well. Whether you're a human or a ghost, you'll trick and kill them."

Constantine's face darkened: "Slander! Absolutely slander! They're slandering me!"

Du Mu chuckled, kicked Constantine aside, and asked Isabel directly, "Since your soul is in hell, that proves you really committed suicide. You're a Catholic, so you should understand that suicides don't go to heaven. What made you choose to end your life rather than go to hell?"

Isabel hesitated for a few seconds before speaking, "It's a demon. An extremely terrifying demon wants to use me as a medium to break through the barrier between hell and the human world and bring its true form to the human world. I have absolutely no power to resist it, so I can only choose to commit suicide."

Constantine frowned. "What demon? Could it be Satan?"

His words are pure slander.

With Satan's power, there's no need for such trouble; he can simply descend to earth whenever he wants.

He just wanted to throw dirty water on Satan, hoping that God would take offense and punish Satan, thus allowing him to escape from Satan's clutches.

Isabel shook her head: "I don't know its name, but I can sense that its power is far greater than that of ordinary demons. I sensed this symbol with my spiritual vision when I was alive, so perhaps it can help you."

As she spoke, she raised her arm, revealing a strange symbol etched on her right wrist.

Du Mu took a picture of the symbol and said to Isabel, "Do you want to stay in this hell?"

Isabel shook her head decisively: "Of course not."

Du Mu nodded, took out the box of white Angel brand cigarettes, took one out and put it in his mouth.

Then he took out the Hellfire lighter he had just obtained and lit the cigarette.

Du Mu: ("A^)y—

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke toward Isabel.

In an instant, the white smoke seemed to come alive, enveloping Isabel's soul.

A surge of holy energy instantly coursed through Isabel's soul, gradually making it clear and bright. The hellish filth that had enveloped her was swept away, and her entire soul radiated a warm white light.

The next second, a small crack suddenly appeared in the perpetually dark and oppressive sky of hell, and pure, gentle holy light pierced through the layers of floating hellish ashes, landing steadily in front of Isabel and condensing into a pure white light staircase.

As a devout Catholic, Isabel knew all too well what this meant; it was the path to heaven.

She looked at Du Mu with gratitude on her face, her voice trembling uncontrollably.

"Thank you, Father!"

Du Mu waved his hand: "I was just going with the flow. The main thing is that Heaven is willing to accept you. Suicide is not your fault. Rather, you sacrificed yourself to cut off the medium in order to prevent the devil from descending to earth. This is called sacrificing one's life for righteousness."

Isabel bowed her head to bless Du Mu, then turned and walked towards the staircase of light.

The next moment, holy light enveloped her figure, and she slowly rose towards the gap in the sky.

Constantine's eyes lit up, and he immediately rushed towards the staircase of light, shouting into the crack, "Wait! Wait for me! I am John Constantine! I have shed blood for God! I have done good for Heaven! Take me with you..."

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Before he could finish speaking, the speed at which the light level rose suddenly accelerated.

Isabel cried out in alarm as her entire soul was instantly pulled into the crevice by the holy light.

Then the gap suddenly closed, and the dark red sky returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Constantine:

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