Chapter 593

For delivery, the three are novices, do not know what to do, Kate Nash's scream can lift the roof, but the three like headless flies around.

The room was in a mess and out of order.

Finally, zatana, who is also a woman, takes the lead and drives them out to prepare boiled water, scissors and medicine. She comforts the pregnant woman while delivering the baby as described in the video.

Time goes by slowly. An hour later, there is still no movement in the room. No.8's forehead is sweating and she is pacing back and forth in the corridor. Kate is over 50 years old and belongs to a very old woman. A little carelessness is the end of one corpse and two lives.

At the same time, there was more fog outside the castle. From time to time, there was a sharp whistling sound that made people numb.

Luke stood at the window, looking coldly at the ghost army flying in the distance. Ghosts and ghosts were all over the mountains. They had cleaned up twice, but they still rushed to the castle.

Whispered John Constantine,

"Something's wrong."

Luke said coldly, "as long as you're not blind, you can see it. Where's the problem?"

John glanced back and saw that the president was far away. He came up to Luke and said in a very low voice,

"That child, probably reincarnated."

"Do you think I'll believe that?"

John shook his head. "I didn't lie to you. Look at the ghosts outside. Don't you find that their purpose here is not to destroy, but to guard... To guard the coming king."

Luke was silent. He didn't see it. He just didn't want to admit it.

"That child has a naturally evil soul, and he can control the ghost before he is born. When he grows up..." the rest of the words were not said, and everyone understood.

So, you want him to die

"Don't insult me, I didn't say that."

John repeatedly waved his hand, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it and took a deep breath, "some things... How to say, we can't use common sense, just like the children in the room, the growth process will lead to many innocent people die."

"That's fate. If you want to stop it, you have to prepare ahead of time."

Bang!

Eight came up and hit him on the ground,

"Shut your crow's mouth, that's my child."

John is speechless. He can only protect his head. It's the president of the United States who hits people. What can he do!

Luke gave them a blank look and continued to gaze into the distance. Although John Constantine was unreliable, what he said was reasonable. From the perspective of safety, children can't stay!

No. 8 is aware of the idea of noumenon, and even busy,

"I want to talk over there."

Luke didn't say anything. He turned and left. No. 8 followed him. They stopped at the door of the study,

"You seem to care about that child?"

"He's not the same."

"What's the difference?"

Eight slightly hesitated to say, "that child's soul and we are tied to the source, I'm not sure whether he can master the green flame, but the fluctuation of the soul can't be wrong."

"In terms of blood, he has nothing to do with us, but in terms of soul, he is our child, and there is..." he said with a tangled face and courage,

"The issue of children!"

With these words, he lowered his head deeply.

Luke was livid,

"You're looking for death."

The eighth hesitated, "some things can't be concealed. Over the years, you've had sex with many girls, and none of them is pregnant. I think you've noticed more or less."

Luke stares at him coldly, and his eyes are full of murders,

"Your mind is, my body doesn't work."

"No, no!"

No. 8 waved his hand and turned white. "Of course, we know how strong your body is. The problem is not here, but the soul. Green inflammation brings great power and hidden danger. It prevents the birth of new life."

Luke said coldly, "that's the reason you made up to protect him. How do you know I can't have a baby?"

“……”

Luke's eyes grew sharper and sharper. The fire in his eyes made number eight tremble,

"You think I don't know about Lvyan? You think I don't know the hidden danger? You don't think I've thought of a solution? "

"I'll deal with my business. You need to care!"

No. 8 is soft and falls down slowly,

"Stand up straight."

No. 8 was too tight to move,

"Is that what you think? Or what they think? "

Eight quickly shook his head, "is my own idea, has nothing to do with them."

"You're smart."

Luke gave a sneer, and as he was about to speak, zatana, whose hands were covered with blood, rushed out of the room,

"Come on, ma'am, she... She can't hold on."

No. 8's face changed greatly, and he ran over. Luke followed him, and John wanted to follow him. Zatana glared at him fiercely.

The air in the room smelled bad, alcohol mixed with blood, and there was an indescribable smell of dryness. Kate Nash, pale, was lying on the bed, her lips were white, her forehead was covered with cold sweat, and her health was very bad, even with local spasms.

For a woman over 50, having a baby is no different from committing suicide.

Zatana tensely said, "she's about to take off her strength, and she has mild coma symptoms. You'd better think of a way, and then drag it on. Mother and child can't keep it."

The eighth looked at Luke eagerly. He knew that there must be a way.

The atmosphere is a little depressing.

Luke, with a straight face, sways between saving and not saving. He doesn't want the child to be born, but the scene makes it hard for him to be cruel. Maternal love is the greatest power. If he doesn't help, he will leave a shadow for the rest of his life.

After a moment's hesitation, she finally went to the hospital bed and put her hand on the pregnant woman's eyebrows. The endless stream of divinity transformed into vitality and injected into her body.

Kate Nash slowly opened her eyes, took a long breath like a life from the dead, and the next second, cried out in pain.

This night, Luke didn't know how to come over. By the time of dawn, the whole person was in a trance. Zatana also collapsed. Before that, she always thought that giving birth to a child was a sacred and beautiful thing.

"Luke!"

No. 8 at the door of the bedroom waved to this side, with a nervous expression.

Luke dropped his cigarette end, got up and walked over,

"Is there something wrong with the child?"

As he spoke, he closed the door. "Look at his eyes."

Luke frowned as he looked away.

A pair of eyes, the left eye is dark, emitting a strong wave of dark magic, the right eye is dark green, deep in the pupil as if burning a fire.

What's more strange is that the little guy doesn't cry and doesn't make any noise. When he finds them, he stares at them without blinking.

Luke even felt a trace of malice in it, and it's hard to imagine that it would be a baby's eyes.