Ke Wen didn't know what tricks Lucifer had done, he was busy looking at the house.

The personal butler worked very efficiently. He had just arranged work in the morning, and in the evening of the same day, he sent a stack of detailed information to Ke Wen.

The next day, Kewen, led by the housekeeper, began to take the hotel car around the city to look at rooms.

After excluding apartment-style buildings and single-story storefronts, and looking at more than a dozen houses, Coven finally found a suitable target on Wilshere Avenue.

That's right, it's the shopping paradise street under Beverly Hills.

It was a three-story building, not located on the edge of the street, but in the rear area of ​​the specialty stores.

In the eyes of others, the location of this small building is not ideal, and it does not enjoy the flow of people at all.

But it was just right for Kewen.

Not being on the street allows him to enjoy the smoke and smoke of the world while still being clean.

This allows him to move forward and retreat freely.

If you want to be lively, just walk a few steps to the busiest street; if you want to be quiet, just go back to the building and close the door.

Therefore, Kewen doesn't care about the millions of rents every year.

He signed a contract with the landlord, signed a three-year lease directly, and paid the rent in full in one lump sum.

This prevented the landlord from randomly raising the rent, and during the economic turmoil three years later, Kewen could also buy the house directly from the landlord who played stocks at a low price.

The housekeeper and lawyer will handle all the contracts and other matters, and Ke Wen only needs to sign.

After finishing the house work, it was already night when Ke Wen returned to the hotel.

After happily paying the bill to the housekeeper and giving her a good review, Kewen ordered a table of dishes in a good mood and sat on the balcony to enjoy the night view while tasting it.

However, the ringing of the phone interrupted his enjoyment.

Ke Wen was surprised.

There is no need to look at the caller ID after picking up the phone, because there is only one number stored in it after buying the phone.

After connecting the phone with a color screen, Ke Wen asked doubtfully: "Angela? It's so late, is there something urgent?"

"Sorry Mr. Quinn!"

Angela's tone was a little urgent: "When we were in the bar that day, you talked about some theology with me. Not only the Egyptian and Nordic pantheons, you also talked about some things about the Greek pantheon and heaven."

"That's right." Ke Wen responded: "Do you need any help?"

"Yes!"

Angela asked expectantly: "How much do you know about the New Testament? Do you know the 'Book of Corinthians' in it?"

"Corinthians?"

Covin didn't know what was written in the Bible, he had never been exposed to it.

But since he and Angela are destined to be together, they might as well help each other.

So Ke Wen said to the phone: "Wait for two minutes, I will check the information."

"Okay, sorry to bother you." Angela responded apologetically.

Ke Wen temporarily put the phone on the table, then straightened his posture, raised his hands and made a seal.

"Corinthians."

Coven recited the term softly.

His voice did not reach the outside world, but seemed to disappear directly into another space.

The next moment, a breeze suddenly blew.

The dust in the air began to gather automatically, and before long, a book with a black cover gathered in front of Ke Wen.

This is what Kewen fished out from the long river of time in this world.

Raising his hand to take the book, Ke Wen picked up the phone again and said, "Angela, please continue talking. I have found the Book of Corinthians."

"Thank you Quinn, but what I'm about to say may be a little hard to understand."

Angela took a deep breath and then said: "Quinn, do you know what Chapter 17 of Corinthians is about?"

"It's in vain for you to ask him."

At this time, a man's voice sounded on the other side of the phone: "There are only thirteen chapters of '2 Corinthians' in the world, so I'd better ask some professionals."

"Sorry Quinn, there's a friend of mine next to me, please don't mind."

Angela apologized to Ke Wen, and then she said with a somewhat regretful tone: "I'm sorry to bother you, please look at how many chapters there are in the 'Estle to the Corinthians' in your hand."

"good."

Ke Wen responded and opened the book, glanced at the catalog, he raised the corner of his mouth and said: "It seems that I can still help you, Angela, let me tell you good news, I have the Corinthians in my hand.

The book is complete, with a total of twenty-one chapters in the second volume."

"Really?!" Angela was surprised and surprised.

"That's right." Ke Wen asked: "So, you want to know the content of Chapter 17, right?"

"Yes Quinn!" Angela said immediately: "Can you please read the content?"

"OK."

Ke Wen looked at the page: "The title is that the sins of the son will definitely exceed the sins of the father. Mammon is never tired of his father's rules. He longs to build a kingdom of his own, a kingdom full of blood and fire."

"How to do it?!"

The man's voice suddenly sounded slightly urgent and loud, obviously he had grabbed the phone.

Kewen paused because of this. He knew that the man opposite was Constantine, who was helping to investigate the cause of Angela's sister's death.

"Hey Quinn, right? Are you still there?"

Not hearing Ke Wen continue to recite, Constantine couldn't help but call out, looking very anxious.

"Yes, I am." Kewen responded.

"Listen, Mr. Quinn." Constantine said seriously: "Help get past the useless information and search it immediately to see if it tells you what methods Mammon will use to establish its kingdom!"

"good."

Kewen responded and searched in the books. He quickly found the relevant description.

So Ke Wen said directly: "It says that Mammon will come to the world and create his own hell. He first needs to possess a very powerful psychic, but this is not enough. He also needs the help of a god.

.”

"God?!" Constantine immediately asked: "Which god?! God?! How to help it?!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It's not written above."

Corwin replied: "There is just an illustration of an angel using a sharp tool to cut open the medium's belly."

"Oh, I found it."

Ke Wen discovered the following description and went on to say: "It is God, but not God himself. He only needs to use the divine... weapon with the breath of God..."

The voice became intermittent, and Ke Wen frowned because a fly suddenly emerged from the dishes in front of him.

The flies are huge, almost the size of a fingernail, and there are more than one.

After the first one emerged from under the food, more flies emerged.

Soon, the dining table in front of Ke Wen was completely covered with a layer of flies.

The flies that made the intensive patients scream were buzzing and vibrating their wings. If Ke Wen hadn't suppressed them with magic power, they would have flown everywhere by now.

At this time, Constantine on the other side of the phone also heard the sound of flies.

He was silent for a moment, then immediately raised his voice and asked: "Quinn?! What happened to you?!"

"very funny……"

Ke Wen's eyes became a little dangerous. He raised his eyebrows jokingly and said, "Do you believe it? From a dish, flies covering the entire dining table can actually emerge."

"fly……"

Constantine suddenly thought of something, and he immediately reminded loudly: "Run away!

Escape to a populated place! Quick!

"

Ke Wen didn't respond this time. He hung up the phone with his lips curled up, and turned to look into the bedroom.

Through the floor-to-ceiling window, Ke Wen saw a man with oily hair and pink face appearing in the bedroom. He was sitting on the bed without ceremony, turning over a coin with his hand and looking at the balcony with a smile.

Ke Wen met the other person's gaze, and he did not move. He continued to sit on the chair and thought about what shape he should put the devil into.

Kewen's unmoved attitude finally made the devil in the bedroom realize that something was wrong.

He looked at the flies that couldn't take off on the dining table, and the amusement on his face finally disappeared.

He stood up with his eyes squinted, and the devil stepped over to the balcony.
To be continued...