Dean nodded, held Colt gun in his hand tightly, and stared at the movement in the bedroom through the window.
In the bedroom, the doctor closed the stethoscope and shook his head at Liddy, his tone full of regret. "I'm sorry, Liddy. has spread."
Liddy's face turned pale instantly. He grabbed the doctor's arm and his voice trembled. "Where has it spread? Doctor, you must have something to do, right?"
"His liver and lungs have been eroded by cancer cells." The doctor sighed, "We should talk about funeral arrangements."
After the doctor finished speaking, he turned and left the bedroom. Liddy sat on the edge of the bed, holding her husband's hand, breaking down and crying, tears falling uncontrollably.
Not long after the doctor left, a man in a suit opened the bedroom door and walked in with a weird smile on his face. He was the host possessed by Azazel. He walked to the bedside, looked at the collapsed Liddy, and said, "Listen, there is another way. To be precise, it is an antidote. But I need your help."
Liddy raised his head, with tears on his face, looking at this strange man, his eyes full of doubts and vigilance. "Who are you? What do you want me to do?"
"You don't have to do anything." Azazel smiled, with a bewitching tone, "Just promise me that in ten years, I will come to you again and ask for something from you. At that time, as long as you don't stop me, I will cure your husband and let him live in good health and accompany you for the rest of his life."
Liddy looked at her dying husband on the bed, without any hesitation, nodded in tears and agreed to his request.
The smile on Azazel's face became even thicker, and a trace of yellow light flashed in his eyes.
Behind the bushes, Dean watched this scene, trembling with anger, his knuckles turning white as he clutched Colt gun, and his teeth chattering. He knew all too well the price behind this deal. Ten years later, this devil would walk into Liddy's home, feed her children the devil's blood, and then burn her to death, leaving her family with the same fate as Winchester Family.
Bai Haorui immediately held his shoulders, shook his head at him, and lowered his voice. "Don't be impulsive. If you do it now, he will immediately possess someone else, and we won't be able to capture his body. When he comes to fulfill his promise and treat Liddy's husband at night, his body will be most deeply bound to the host, and this will be our best chance to kill him."
Dean took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, nodded, and stared at Azazel in the bedroom, his eyes full of hatred.
: Bastard... He used this method to deceive one family after another. My mother was probably the same way. In order to save my father, she was deceived and signed that damn contract.
Bai Haorui: Demons must be invited to enter private houses. This is an iron rule. All the transactions Azazel made were just so that ten years later, he could walk into the baby room openly and feed the children the blood of demons. What he wanted to build was a demon army that belonged to him, and these children were his weapons.
The night completely enveloped Hollyville. Only one light in the bedroom on the second floor of the Walsh house was on. The surroundings were quiet except for the rustle of the leaves in the wind.
According to the plan made in advance, Dean sneaked into the house in advance and hid in the closet of the bedroom on the second floor, holding Colt gun in his hand, ready to take action at any time. Bai Haorui, Samuel, and Mary were guarding outside the house. Having blocked the front and rear doors and windows respectively, Bai Haorui deployed "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" [True Fire Barrier] around the house in advance. As long as Azazel dared to turn into black smoke and escape, he would be burned by the Pure Yang True Fire on the barrier and have nowhere to escape.
In the bedroom, Azazel was standing by the bed, putting his hand on Liddy's husband's forehead. The black evil energy followed his palm and penetrated into the patient's body. The patient's face turned rosy instantly and his breathing became steady. Liddy stood aside with a grateful face, completely unaware of what kind of devil's contract he had signed.
"Okay." Azazel took back his hand and said to Liddy with a smile, "He will get better. Don't forget our agreement, I will come back ten years later."
At this moment, the closet door was suddenly opened, and Dean rushed out from inside holding Colt gun, aiming at Azazel, his eyes full of hatred.
"You bastard."
Azazel turned around, looked at Dean, and raised his eyebrows. There was no trace of panic on his face, but a smile of interest, "Hey, hello. Where have they been hiding you? I like you, and you are smart enough to dare to break in alone."
As soon as he finished speaking, the bedroom door was kicked open, and Samuel and Mary rushed in with guns raised, aiming at Azazel.
"Let her go!" Samuel shouted, his finger on the trigger.
Azazel turned to look at Mary, the smile on his face instantly became weird, and he read word by word, "Mary. Mary!"
He waved his hand violently, and a powerful shock wave of black magic instantly swept through the entire bedroom. Samuel and Mary were thrown against the wall, unable to move, and the guns in their hands fell to the ground.
Mary gritted his teeth, broke free from the shackles of black magic, took out the dagger from his waist, and stabbed Azazel in the back. His movements were clean and deadly. Azazel seemed to have eyes behind his back. He turned around suddenly and grabbed her wrist. With a slight force, the dagger fell to the ground. He stared at Mary's face, his eyes full of greed and interest.
"Oh, look at you." Azazel smiled, with a playful tone, "What an interesting little girl."
At this moment, Bai Haorui rushed in instantly, the fifth level of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" was operating at full strength, the golden fire between the eyebrows shone slightly, and the fingertips made a secret, a three-foot-long purple flame True Fire burst out of the air, with a scorching wave of air and a sharp sound that broke through the air, and struck hard at Azazel. This purple flame is the nemesis of Hell's evil power. The temperature is so high that even steel can melt instantly.
Azazel's pupils shrank suddenly, and he could clearly feel the pure power of pure Yang in the flames, which was enough to burn his demonic body. He immediately let go of Mary's wrist and stepped back suddenly. True Fire rubbed his shoulder. The host's clothes were burned through in an instant, and the skin was burnt black, making a sizzling sound, and even his possessed soul felt a sharp burning pain.
Azazel turned to look at Bai Haorui, a trace of surprise and viciousness flashed in his eyes. "Oh? Another interesting one. This fire is quite new. I didn't even feel your existence."
Bai Haorui raised the mahogany sword horizontally, and the sword body was instantly covered with a thick layer of red gold True Fire. The True Fire around him formed a half-person-high barrier, protecting Mary behind him. He stared at Azazel with cold eyes and said in a cold tone, "Yellow-Eyed Demon, your good days are over."
"Mary, get down!" Dean shouted, raised Colt gun, pointed it at Azazel, and pulled the trigger.
The gunfire rang out, and the bullets flew towards Azazel with the power of destroying demons. Azazel's face darkened, and instantly turned into a thick black smoke, and rushed towards the window. The bullet missed and was embedded in the wall.
The black smoke hit the True Fire Barrier that Bai Haorui had laid out in advance, and let out a shrill scream. It was burned a little, but it still broke through the barrier forcefully, flew towards the distant night sky, and disappeared in an instant.
Mary collapsed on the ground, shocked, gasping for air, looking at the direction where the black smoke disappeared, and his voice trembled. "What on earth was that just now?"
"Azazel. That Yellow-Eyed Demon." Dean gritted his teeth and punched the wall, his eyes full of unwillingness.
Bai Haorui put away True Fire around him, frowned, walked to the window, looked at the night sky in the distance, and said in a serious tone, "He ran away. But when we fought just now, I could feel that he had already targeted Mary, his interest in Mary far exceeds that of other people. Next, he will definitely attack Campbell's family. We will go back to your house immediately to protect Aunt Deanna. If we are late, it will be too late."
Samuel got up from the ground, his face was pale, he immediately picked up the shotgun on the ground, and said in an extremely urgent tone, "Let's go! Go home immediately!"
The four picked up their equipment, rushed out of the Walsh house, jumped into the car, and drove crazily in the direction of City of Lawrence Campbell's house.
Azazel: Interesting... A Winchester who traveled back from the future, a variable with Pure Yang True Fire. It seems that this trip to Lawrence is much more interesting than I thought. Mary·Campbell... A powerful hunter bloodline, a pure soul, a perfect nurturing woman. I will make a decision on this woman.
The four of them walked out of the Walsh house. The night was dark and the wind was blowing coolly. Samuel patted Dean on the shoulder, his tone full of recognition, which was completely different from his previous vigilance.
"You did a good job just now."
Dean shook his head, his face full of unwillingness. "I missed. I let him run away."
"Take this compliment, kid." Samuel smiled, "I mean, I misjudged you before. We need to talk alone."
Dean nodded, and walked to the distant tree with Samuel, avoiding Mary and Bai Haorui. Bai Haorui stood beside the car, Spiritual Sense always swept around, leaving enough space for the two of them, and was always alert to Azazel's return.
"We must kill this thing now, otherwise Mary will die." Dean looked at Samuel, his tone was extremely urgent, and his eyes were full of pleading.
"How do you know?" Samuel frowned and looked at him.
"I just know, okay?" Dean's voice was trembling, "It may be today, or it may be a few years later, he will definitely kill Mary. He will destroy her life and her family."
Dean took a deep breath, looked at Samuel, and finally told the secret hidden in his heart. His voice was extremely firm. "Mary is my mother. I am your grandson."
Samuel froze on the spot for a moment, with a face full of shock, as if he had heard some fantasy. He stared at Dean's face and asked word by word, "Can you say it again?"
"My real name is Dean·Winchester. I was born on January 24, 1979. My parents are Mary·Winchester and John·Winchester." Dean's voice was choked with sobs, and his eyes were filled with pain. Bitter, "In 1983, Mary will be killed by that Yellow-Eyed Demon, and burned alive next to my brother Sam's crib. If we don't catch this bastard and kill him now and let him escape, Mary will be dead. My brother will also be destroyed by him, and our family will be ruined."
Samuel stared at Dean's face for a long, long time. He could see the pain and sincerity in Dean's eyes, and could see his and Mary's brows With the similarity between his eyes, you can feel his care for Mary, which you can't pretend. He has lived a lifetime and hunted demons, and has seen too many unexplainable things. Although time travel is outrageous, it is not completely impossible.
He finally nodded, patted Dean on the shoulder, and said in a very firm tone, "Okay. How do we find this bastard?"
Dean's eyes turned red instantly. He took out the witcher's diary in his pocket and opened it to Samuel: "It's all here. On this list, they are all the cases he has done, and they are all his patterns of committing crimes. And with this Colt gun, we will definitely be able to kill him."
"Okay." Samuel looked at him and smiled, his eyes full of tenderness, "I am your grandpa. Let's go home, protect your grandma, and then we will kill that son of a bitch together."
Dean: He believed it. Grandpa believed me. Our family can finally fight this devil together. This time, we will definitely win. This time, I will definitely be able to protect my family.
Samuel: My grandson... comes from the future. Mary will be killed by that demon... Absolutely not. I will never let my daughter end up like that. Whoever dares to touch my family, I will take his life.
The four of them drove back to Campbell's house. As soon as the car stopped outside the fence, Bai Haorui's expression changed instantly. His Spiritual Sense swept through the whole house, but he did not sense any breath of life from Deanna. There was only a strong smell of sulfur and black magic that could not be dissolved, permeating the whole house.
"No!" Bai Haorui immediately pushed open the car door and shouted to the three of them, "Something happened to Aunt Deanna!"
The four people immediately took out their weapons and rushed into the house. The living room was in a mess, the tables and chairs overturned to the ground, Deanna·Campbell fell on the floor of the living room, his neck was broken, his eyes were wide open, he was no longer breathing, and his body was cold.
"No!" Mary let out a heartbreaking cry, rushed over, and knelt beside Deanna, trembling all over.
Dean looked at Deanna on the ground, reacted instantly, turned his head suddenly, looked at Samuel beside him, raised Colt gun in his hand, and pointed it at him. Because he clearly felt that the breath of Samuel had changed, a strong smell of sulfur emanated from his body, and a strange yellow light flashed in his eyes.
"Get out of his body." Dean's voice was cold, his finger was on the trigger, his whole body was shaking, and his eyes were full of anger and pain.
Samuel, who was possessed by Azazel, smiled, with a strange expression on his face, and walked towards Dean step by step. "Oh, I'm just here to kill you. Didn't you expect that, did you, little grandson?"
"If that slut Mary is your mother, then you... no, it's not you." Azazel touched his chin and pretended to think, his eyes full of fun, "Then you must have a younger sister or younger brother. Interesting."
"You don't want the souls of these people at all." Dean gritted his teeth and stared at him.
"Yes, what I want is their child." Azazel smiled even happier, his tone full of madness, "I came here just to choose the perfect parents, such as your mother."
"Why her? Why these people?" Dean's voice was shaking.
"Because they are strong, pure, and law-abiding. They belong to my superior race, and they are perfect breeders." Azazel licked his lips, and his eyes fell on Mary at the door, his eyes full of greed, "Don't think wrong, I won't have anything happen to them. But Mary... God, I really want to make an exception for her. So far, she is my favorite one."
"Then why trade?"
"I need permission, I have to be invited to enter their house." Azazel sneered, "These breaking of rules can really drive people crazy. But after just ten years, it will all be worth it. Do you know what I will do to your brother? I will stand next to his crib and feed my blood into his mouth. This will make him extremely powerful and become my most perfect weapon."
Dean's pupils shrank suddenly, and his whole body was cold. "For what? Let them lead your demon-breaking army? Is this your big plan?"
"Please, my final plan is much grander than this, kid." Azazel's smile instantly faded, and his eyes turned sinister.
"The final plan? What final plan?" Dean immediately asked.
"Do you think I will tell you? Or tell you those angels lying on your shoulders?" Azazel sneered, "No way. I will wipe all my traces clean."
"You wipe it as you please, I will kill you." Dean's eyes were extremely determined.
"Really? Then I'd like to take a look." Azazel smiled.
Dean gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Although it's not today. But remember, bastard, I am the one who will kill you in the end."
"So you want to save everyone, right? Is that so?" Azazel's smile turned cruel, "Then let me tell you, there is one person you definitely can't save. That's your grandfather."
Before he finished speaking, Azazel waved his hand violently, and a powerful black magic burst out instantly. Dean was pinned to the wall by the invisible force, unable to move, and Colt gun in his hand also fell to the ground. Mary wanted to rush over, but was also pressed hard against the wall by black magic, unable to move.
At this moment, Bai Haorui exploded instantly, and the fifth level of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" [Muscle and Bone Forging·Bone Refinement into Steel] reached its peak. The red-gold True Fire around him instantly rose sharply. The temperature of the entire house rose instantly, and the wooden floor was heated up. The air was filled with the hot breath of pure Yang power.
"Get out of him!"
Bai Haorui shouted loudly, and quickly knitted his hands [Three Altars Fire Emperor Seal]. The peach wood sword was wrapped with three feet of purple flame True Fire, and with a destructive momentum, it stabbed Azazel's chest fiercely. The True Fire runes on the sword all lit up, making a buzzing sound, and the power of pure Yang was concentrated to the extreme.
Azazel's face darkened, he turned his head suddenly, waved his hand and threw out a thick black magic shock wave, carrying Hell's sulfurous breath and countless wailing ghosts, and slammed into Bai Haorui. This was his native black magic, enough to tear the soul of a senior hunter to pieces in an instant.
But the black magic collided with the True Fire barrier around Bai Haorui, like ice and snow colliding with fire, and was instantly evaporated by the power of pure Yang without causing even a ripple.
Bai Haorui bullied himself and rushed in front of Azazel. His left fist gathered all the pure Yang power in his body, and Bone Refinement into Steel's physical body burst out with extremely strong power. [True Fire Earth-Splitting Fist] hit Azazel hard on the chest.
There was a loud "bang", and the True Fire on the fist exploded instantly. The chest of Samuel controlled by Azazel instantly sunk in. The host's skin and flesh were burned black by True Fire. He let out a shrill scream, and the black smoke from the demon's body was shaken away, and there was a sharp burning pain in his soul.
Azazel was completely furious. He knew that in Samuel's body, he couldn't defeat Bai Haorui at all. This body limited his power, and Bai Haorui's True Fire just restrained his demon body. He looked hard, picked up the hunting knife on the table with his backhand, and stabbed Samuel into the stomach, and blood spurted out instantly.
"Want to save him? It's too late!" Azazel smiled crazily, and the black magic followed the hunting knife, tearing at Samuel's soul crazily.
Bai Haorui's pupils shrank suddenly, and he immediately withdrew his strength, not daring to do anything again for fear of hurting Samuel's body. Azazel seized this opportunity and instantly turned into a black smoke, broke through the window, and disappeared into the night.
Samuel fell to the ground, the wound on his stomach was bleeding, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth. Bai Haorui immediately squatted down, condensed a wisp of pure True Fire on his fingertips, and carefully protected Samuel's heart and the remaining remnant soul prevented his soul from completely dissipating. But he could clearly feel that Samuel's soul had been mostly torn apart by Azazel's black magic, leaving only the last remnant soul, which was powerless.
Dean fell from the wall and rushed to Samuel. Looking at the wound on his stomach, he collapsed and shouted, "No! No! Grandpa! Hold on! Hold on!"
"Dean..." Samuel looked at him, with blood pouring from his mouth, and smiled, his hands slowly dropped, and he lost his breath completely.
"No! Grandpa!" Dean hugged Samuel's body, collapsed and cried, trembling all over.
Mary rushed over, looked at the dead father and mother on the ground, let out a heartbreaking cry, and collapsed to the ground, completely collapsed.
Bai Haorui gritted his teeth and retracted his fingertips True Fire. Looking at the two people who collapsed, his heart was full of powerlessness.
Dean: It's my fault... It's all my fault. If I hadn't told them about Azazel, if I hadn't taken them to the Walsh house, my grandparents would not have died. I originally wanted to save them, but ended up pushing them into Hell with my own hands. What on earth have I done...
Bai Haorui: It still happened. It's exactly the same as the original work. Dean's resistance eventually became the gear that drove the tragedy.
The night was dark, and the wind by the river was cool, making the leaves rustle. John drove the black Impala and took Mary to the river where they often came. They stopped on the grass and looked at the river in the distance.
Mary was leaning on the passenger seat, with tears on her face, her eyes were red and swollen, and her whole body was shaking. The tragic death of her parents completely broke her down. The only thing she could rely on now was John beside her.
John held her hand, his eyes full of distress and tenderness, and comforted her softly. When Mary's mood calmed down a little, he took a deep breath, took out the velvet ring box from his pocket, opened it, and placed it in front of Mary.