Ship songs can actually be regarded as a labor horn with music. There is no obvious difference between pirates and sailors. They all have to work, and they are also heavy physical work.

In the era of sail warships, it was not as easy to drive as today's ships. Just the huge mainsail of the sailing ship needs to be constantly adjusted and retracted during navigation, it is a troublesome.

The boat is good, but the bigger the boat, the heavier the sailors, so the sailors singing are actually cheering themselves up.

How can a man improve morale? Can you sing, "Every day, the boss lives in a villa; every day, the leader buys planes"?

I'm afraid that the working people just want to quit their jobs and lay down.

So if you want everyone to work hard, it is nothing more than using money and temptations to women. As a carbon-based creature, what people want has always been simple, just survival and reproduction. This is why many places in the world are inseparable from money and women.

Of course, the high emotional intelligence term can be called "hope".

"This sound is a bit familiar." Zatanna tilted her head and listened to the song, but the singer was obviously not a Siren Siren, and she was not yet confused. She quickly calmed down and said: "This is a nightmare dimension, and everything unreasonable can happen, so even if we see an acquaintance, we cannot believe it."

"Yes, Xiao Zha is right." Su Ming looked at her with encouraging eyes and nodded slightly: "But it is quite rare to meet such a human. He speaks clearly when he sings, and his English is still a standard Manchester accent. He is likely to be able to communicate. Let's go and take a look."

In fact, he was blocking the necessary path for everyone. If he wanted to find Luther, he would have to pass by him, or he would have to take a detour.

Su Ming doesn't like to detour. Even if the mysterious man not far away is a threat, he will choose to eliminate the threat in advance.

"I'll go and take a look."

Barry volunteered, and he made several tiptoe movements on the soft flesh and blood ground, and then the golden light wrapped him, allowing him to run back and forth in front of the man at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye. However, when he ran back, he had a strange expression on his face, not the expression of seeing disgusting things, but a puzzlement and confusion, and he said:

"Slade, the person there is Constantine."

"Talk over and talk."

Su Ming, who had just lit a cigarette, had known that he had already taken everyone to the corner, and even if there was a tentacle monster behind him crossing the road, he was too lazy to see.

Everyone was moving very fast, and the distance was not far away. In a short while, everyone saw this man Barry called Constantine.

He was still wearing the beige windbreaker lined with spells, but many places were dirty like rags, and he himself had a vicissitudes of face, with white hair, and he looked at at least 80 years old.

However, in such a strange place, there were a bunch of lotus-like eyeballs staring at him. He didn't care. He was holding a cigarette in his mouth, closing his eyes, leaning against the soft wall behind him singing a song.

"John? Is it you?" Zatanna's heart pounding. She said she should beware of any acquaintance. If Diana hadn't pulled her, she would have fallen over.

Even so, she still asked a question in a trembling voice. She had a terrible guess, was he who entered this dimension alone in order to find himself and then encountered something unfortunate.

If that's the case, he would have done something wrong by knocking him out.

The man leaning against the corner of the wall smiled, and he opened his eyes and slowly stood up while touching the wall:

"It's me, but not the one you know. Yes, I know what you are thinking, but don't worry, I came from the former Earth One, and I was just a remnant soldier from the last era."

As he said that, he pointed to the wall behind him, where there was a circle with a horizontal line inside the circle, which looked like the Chinese word "Sun".

It was probably painted with blood, and it has been around for a long time, and the symbol has faded seriously.

"Earth one? That's not a problem from the previous era." Su Ming looked at the old man. He could indeed roughly see Zhakang's outline from his five senses, but he was really old: "You are talking about the monomer universe number before the two restarts."

"Furo, what's the difference?" The old man spat a sip of smoke at the death knell. The cigarette he smoked was also a 'silk card', which could prove his identity: "I voluntarily entered here, and I never thought about going out. What kind of development outside naturally had nothing to do with me."

"Why?" Barry asked, this dimension made him feel uncomfortable, and he couldn't understand why anyone would voluntarily enter here.

The old man looked at everyone, and finally his eyes fell back to Zatanna, and his expression became much more complicated:

"I made a mistake, I turned my nightmare into reality, if I make a mistake, I will be punished. Staying here is my judgment on myself."

I don’t know what he did in the past, but people like Zhakang regretted it, but he didn’t want to say it, and no one would ask.

Because if what he said was true, then he had long been separated from the times and everything he knew would no longer exist.

"This is strange." The leopard girl stood aside with her arms in her arms. She was a member of the fun: "I actually heard the scumbag Detective of Hell say regretful and responsible words, my god."

"Don't you want to go out with us? If you are real Constantine, you should know that he is not a peaceful person, and it is even more impossible to be trapped where he is willing to." Diana slowly pulled out her Fire God Sword, but she still did not relax her vigilance: "What kind of evil are you?"

"I am me, Wonder Woman. Your uniform is different from what I think and looks different, but I can smell the Amazon woman. There is always a strange fragrance of flowers on you."

The elderly Zhakang took another sip of cigarette. He coughed a few times and spit out a mouthful of black blood. The blood began to bubble when it landed. It soon turned into a sarcoma and was kicked away by him:

"I was really restless when I was young, but people always change. I can hear that you know a young Constantine. Congratulations, in the next few decades, he will become a bastard like me with prostate problems, haha."

Actually, Su Ming already understood when he saw this. He waved his hand to signal Diana to put away his weapons, and he squatted beside Zhakang and said with a smile:

"This is your escape route, right? You have completely infuriated hell and heaven, and your lung cancer is no longer restrained. Only when you come here can you survive."

"Ah, it's worthy of being Death Knives. Although you are not the same as the old man I know, you are indeed half guessing." After being exposed, the old bastard was not panicked, but reached out to ask Death Knives for wine: "But what I said is true. I came here to exile myself, which is good for everyone."
Chapter completed!