"Those little guys are scary. Their hands are so small and their minds are smaller than the tip of a needle." Dean shrugged, and then his face darkened again.
"Listen, everything starts with ghosts and ghouls. They will get stronger and stronger. By daybreak, all the monsters we have seen and everything we hunt will gather here. This place will become a slaughterhouse." Sam's voice was full of urgency.
Bai Haorui was sitting on a chair by the window, tapping the peach wood sword on his fingertips lightly on the table, frowning. His Spiritual Sense could clearly feel that the yin energy over the town was getting heavier and heavier, and the boundary between life and death was thinning at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a piece of paper that was about to be punctured.
Bai Haorui:
Samhain...Hell's elder-level demon, the summoning ritual that occurs once in 600 years, happened to coincide with the node opened by Apocalypse. This is definitely not a coincidence. Lilith broke 66 seals, and this is definitely one of them.
The sun was dazzling, making the black body of the Impala very hot. Dean sat in the driver's seat, stuffing candy into his mouth, staring at the door of Wallace's house, and answered the call from Sam.
"Hey."
"How is the situation?" Sam's voice came from the phone. He was still checking information in the hotel.
"Awesome, I talked to Mrs. Blade again, and I sat outside her house for several hours without even noticing anything." Dean chewed some candy with a look of helplessness on her face, "This woman doesn't even go out much except to go shopping in the supermarket and take care of her children at home."
"Listen Dean, someone placed those curse bags. This person was able to get into both victims' houses. There must be a connection between them."
"Yeah, I hope we find him soon. I'm almost cramping just sitting there, like... a son of a bitch."
Dean suddenly stopped talking and stared at the other side of the street.
Tracy·David Si, the cheerleader girl, was walking towards the door of Wallace's house, raised her hand and knocked on the door. Mrs. Wallace opened the door with the child in his arms. When he saw her, a familiar smile appeared on his face, he said a few words to her familiarly, and turned sideways to let her into the house.
"No, Sam, I mean, son of a bitch." Dean's tone changed instantly.
"Stop complaining."
"I'm not complaining, I found a clue." Dean's eyes were fixed on the door of Wallace's house, "Tracy, that cheerleader, she is the nanny of Wallace's house. She told me that she had never heard of Luke·Wallace. She lied."
He hung up the phone, immediately started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and the Impala roared and sped away in the direction of the motel.
Dean threw the motel key card hard on the table with a "pop" sound. Sam came back a little early and was lying on the bed with his laptop open and looked up at him.
"So, our apple-biting cheerleader?"
"Tracy?"
"Hmm?"
"It's the nanny of Wallace's family. She told me that she had never heard of Luke·Wallace. She was lying." Dean looked unhappy. "This little girl acted quite like her in the movie. I almost believed her because of her frightened look."
"Oh, it's quite interesting to choose this image for a witch who has lived for hundreds of years." Sam raised his eyebrows and tapped his fingers quickly on the keyboard, "Who would doubt a sixteen-year-old cheerleading girl?"
"Yeah, if you were a 600-year-old witch and could choose anyone to come back to you, wouldn't you choose a hot cheerleader? I definitely would." Dean sat on the other bed with a matter-of-fact expression, and fell into reverie as he spoke.
Sam frowned and looked at him. Dean came back to his senses and raised his eyebrows innocently.
"Tracy is not as simple as it seems." Sam turned the laptop around and faced Dean. On the screen was Tracy's student profile. On the case, there was a line of red letters written on it, "Suspended from school for committing violent acts against teachers." "I checked and found that she had an extremely violent conflict with her art teacher Tang Harding and was suspended from school for a week."
The door of the art classroom was ajar. When I opened the door, I was greeted by the smell of clay and turpentine. The classroom was filled with all kinds of weird art masks and baked pottery. On the walls were bloody illustrations drawn by students, including demons, skeletons, and bloody wounds, all of which were lifelike.
Dean walked into the classroom, his eyes instantly fixed on a demon-shaped mask in the corner - the curved horns, ferocious fangs, and black eye sockets were exactly the same as the demon he had seen in Hell.
The sounds from Hell instantly rang in his ears: the clatter of iron chains on the rocks, the sizzling sound of the soldering iron on the flesh, the heart-rending screams of the tortured, and the devil's evil laugh. Every sentence, sentence by sentence, penetrated his ears clearly.
His whole body froze, his fingertips clenched instantly, his knuckles turned white, his face instantly turned pale, and he even paused for breath.
"Dean?" Sam walked behind him and patted his shoulder.
Dean suddenly came back to his senses and looked at him warily, with fear still in his eyes. He immediately covered it up and put on a cynical smile.
"Remember what?" Sam looked at him.
"What do you mean?"
"When I was a teenager, those were the anxious and rebellious days." Sam smiled and pointed at the things in the classroom, "Look at these, don't they look like those monsters we secretly drew when we were kids?"
Dean breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Sam didn't notice his flashback. He raised his hand to rub his nose and smiled, "Oh."
"What do you think I mean?"
"Nothing." Dean waved his hand and looked at the high-temperature kiln not far away.
Justin was carefully putting a giant hookah into the high-temperature kiln. When he saw them, he was stunned for a moment.
"This brings back memories." Dean walked over and said with a smile.
"Man, I need a bigger kiln." Justin smiled, with a look of helplessness on his face, "This thing is too big, it's hard to fit it in."
At this moment, a middle-aged man with glasses and a gentle temperament walked out of the corner office, holding a stack of drawing paper in his hand. It was Tang Harding.
"Two gentlemen, do you want to talk to me?" he said with a smile, his tone was very gentle.
"Ah, Mr. Harding." Sam walked over immediately.
"Oh, please, just call me Tang. Even my students call me Tang."
Dean walked over and showed his fake police badge. "Okay, Tang. I am Agent Geddy, and this is Agent Lee. We would like to ask a few questions about Tracy·David."
"Oh, yes, Tracy." A look of regret appeared on Tang's face, "A very smart child, very talented, it is really a pity to be suspended from school."
"You two had... a violent conflict?" Dean asked.
"Yes, she completely exploded." Tang sighed, "If Principal Morrow hadn't happened to pass by at that time, Tracy would have almost gouged out my eyes."
Sam's brows frowned instantly. "Why?"
"I just wanted to talk to her about her work, which was becoming increasingly inappropriate and disturbing."
Dean raised his eyebrows and pointed at the scary masks and bloody illustrations in the classroom. "Is it more disturbing than these guys?"
"She drew page after page of those weird mysterious symbols, and those paintings were full of detailed killing scenes, bloody and primitive, and she drew herself in them and participated in them." Tang's tone was full of worry, "I have been teaching for twenty years, and I have never seen a child who can draw something so... creepy."
"Where does she live?" Sam asked.
"It should be her apartment. She came here about a year ago, alone. As far as I know, she is a minor living independently." Tang shook his head, "God knows what kind of people her parents are."
At this moment, Bai Haorui stood at the door of the classroom, and Spiritual Sense quietly swept across the entire classroom. When his Spiritual Sense swept across the high-temperature kiln, True Fire in his Dantian jumped suddenly - the smell left in the kiln was exactly the same as the smell of the charred bones of the newborn baby in the curse bag, even stronger, with the burnt smell of burning Bones and the coldness of black magic.
He winked at Dean and Sam without leaving any trace, and pointed to the high-temperature kiln.
The two nodded clearly, said a few polite words to Tang, turned around and walked out of the art classroom.
On the evening of Halloween, it was already dark, and the corridor of the motel was filled with jack-o-lanterns and plastic spiders. The warm yellow light shone from the ghostly faces of the jack-o'-lanterns, illuminating the entire corridor.
A little fat kid in a spacesuit, holding a pumpkin bucket in his hand, stopped Sam, Dean and Bai Haorui who were about to go back to their room.
"Trick or treat." The child raised his head and looked confident.
Dean was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "This is a motel."
"So?" The child rolled his eyes.
"So, we don't have any sugar." Sam said with a smile.
"No, we originally had many, in..." Dean was interrupted immediately by Sam before he could finish his words.
"We've finished eating."
Dean helplessly spread his hands to the child. "Sorry, kid, we can't help you."
"I want candy." The child refused to leave and stared at Dean.
"I think you've eaten enough." Dean squatted down, pointed at his round belly, and said with a smile.
The child rolled his eyes hugely, snorted angrily, turned around and ran away.
Sam smiled and shook his head, took out the room card and opened the door to the room.
The lights in the room are on.
Two strangers were standing in the room.
Bai Haorui frowned instantly. His Spiritual Sense had been covering the entire hotel, and he was completely unaware of the existence of these two people, as if they appeared out of thin air. He instantly pulled out the peach wood sword from his waist, and Sam also instantly took out the gun from his waist and pointed it at the two people in the room.
"Sam! Bai, wait!" Dean immediately grabbed Sam's arm and shouted in a low voice, "It's Castiel!"
In the center of the room, Castiel stood there, still wearing the iconic beige windbreaker and the collar of his white shirt tightly buttoned. He looked at Sam calmly with a faint look on his face. There was a faint holy aura. Standing next to him was a tall black man with a stern face, leaning against the window, with his hands folded across his chest, his eyes full of condescending contempt, as if he was looking at a swarm of ants, none other than Uriel.
"Hello, Sam." Castiel said, his voice still carrying a trace of calm that could not be compared to otherworldly things.
Sam immediately put down the gun and stood there helplessly, his tone full of awe and nervousness, even a little embarrassed. "Oh my God--uh, ah, I didn't mean to... I'm sorry. It's an honor to meet you, really, I... I've heard a lot about you."
He took a step forward, stretched out his hand, and wanted to shake hands with Castiel.
Dean closed the door and rolled his eyes helplessly.
Castiel looked at his stretched out hand and was stunned for a few seconds before reaching out awkwardly and unnaturally to shake Sam's hand. His fingertips had a cold, sacred aura, like stones just taken out of the snow.
"Me too, Sam·Winchester." Castiel's eyes fell on him, his tone was calm, but with a hint of imperceptible scrutiny, "The boy with the blood of the devil flowing in his body. I'm glad to see that you have stopped those outrageous activities."
"Better keep it going."
Uriel, who was leaning against the window, suddenly spoke with a cold tone and undisguised hostility. His eyes scraped across Sam's body like a knife, full of disgust.
Dean frowned and looked at Uriel with an unhappy look on his face. "Okay, Smiling Tiger." He turned to Castiel, "Who is your friend?"
"Did you stop Samhain's resurrection?" Castiel did not answer his question and asked in a serious tone.
"What's wrong?"
"Dean, have you found the witch?"
"Yes, we found the witch."
Castiel's eyes remained calm. "Is the witch dead?"
"No, but--"
"We know who she is." Dean interrupted Sam and took over.
Castiel walked to the table beside the bed, picked up the curse bag that was opened on the table, and lightly brushed the surface of the bag with his fingertips. The black cloth bag instantly glowed with a dazzling white light, and the black magic runes on it were instantly purified.
He raised his eyes and looked at Dean and Sam with a serious tone. "Obviously, the witch also knows who you are. This was found in the wall of your room. If we hadn't found it, one or both of you must be dead by now. Do you know where the witch is now?"
"It's not that exaggerated." Bai Haorui held the mahogany sword and stood beside Dean, looking at Uriel with cold eyes. "I noticed this thing as soon as it was put in. Even if you don't come, I can find it in less than ten seconds and burn it until there is no ashes left."
Sam and Dean looked at each other, both a little embarrassed - they didn't realize that someone had placed a curse bag in their room.
"Why are you so concerned?" Dean looked at Castiel and frowned, "Isn't he just a demon? Is it worth a trip in person for you two archangels?"
"Resurrecting Samhain is one of the 66 seals." Castiel's words were like a stone smashed into the calm water.
Dean's face instantly darkened. "So this is for your old buddy Lucifer?"
"Lucifer is not our friend."
Uriel turned around suddenly, his eyes were fierce, and his whole body exuded cold divine pressure. The air in the room seemed to have solidified, making people breathless. His voice was full of rage, as if he had been touched.
"It's just a statement." Dean met his gaze without fear.
"Lucifer cannot be released, and the seal must be prevented from being broken at all costs." Castiel took over, his tone still calm, but with unquestionable determination.
"Okay, great." Dean smiled and spread his hands, "Since you are here, why not tell us where the witch is and let us kill her so that everyone can go home and everyone will be happy."
"We are not omniscient." Castiel said, "This witch is very powerful. She used black magic to block our perception, so we can't find her."
"Okay, we already know who she is, so if we cooperate-" Sam said immediately.
"That's enough."
Uriel interrupted him sharply, his tone full of impatience and contempt. He walked over step by step, his tall figure casting a heavy shadow, covering the three people.
Dean looked at him with an unhappy look on his face. "Okay, who are you and why should I care about you?"
"This is Uriel." Castiel said with a hint of warning in his tone, "You can call him... an expert."
"Experts in what kind of field?" Dean's vigilance was instantly raised, and his hand quietly touched the gun behind his waist, "What are you going to do?"
Castiel looked at him and said word by word, "You - uh, you three, must leave this town immediately."
Dean was stunned for a moment. "Why?"
"Because we're going to destroy this place."
These words were like thunder, exploding in the room.
Sam and Dean were stunned for a moment, looking at each other in shock, unable to believe what they heard.
At this moment, the red-gold color True Fire around Bai Haorui instantly surged. The peach wood sword was held in his hand, and the sword instantly glowed with three feet of purple flames, making a buzzing sword sound. He stepped forward step by step, firmly blocking Dean and In front of Sam, he stared at Uriel with cold eyes. The Pure Yang True Fire around him formed a golden barrier, blocking the breathless divine pressure exuded by Uriel.
"What did you say?" Bai Haorui's voice sounded like ice, "Destroy this place?"
Uriel looked him up and down, his eyes full of contempt and disdain, as if he was looking at an insect who didn't know the heights of the world. "How dare a mortal draw a sword in front of an angel? Oriental heretic, you have nothing to do with here, get out."
"There are more than 1,200 innocent people in this town. Are you going to destroy it just because you want to destroy it?" Bai Haorui's True Fire surged a few more points, and the air in the room was burned and distorted, "Just for the sake of a seal that might be broken?"
Uriel sneered, his tone extremely arrogant. "One thousand, two hundred and fourteen people. Using the lives of more than a thousand people to exchange the safety of six billion people around the world, this deal couldn't be more cost-effective."
"So this is your plan?" Dean instantly became furious, took a step forward, stood side by side with Bai Haorui, and roared at Uriel, "You want to destroy the whole damn town? Just because of a demon that may be summoned?"
"We have no time." Castiel said with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "This witch must die and the seal must be kept."
"There are more than a thousand people here! Are you willing to kill them all?" Sam also rushed up, his eyes full of disbelief. All the awe he had for angels before was completely shattered at this moment.
"This is not the first time that I... have purified a city." Uriel's tone was cold and without any waves, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.
"Look, I know it's sad," Castiel said.
"Regret? Just these two words?" Dean looked at him in disbelief, "You want to massacre more than a thousand innocent men, women, and children, and just say regret?"
"We must hold the line, too many seals have been broken."
"So you messed up a few seals and the town is going to pay for it?"
"It's the lives of a thousand people, compared with the lives of six billion people." Castiel's eyes fell on him, "There is a bigger picture here."
"Yes, because you are all people with a grand plan." Dean smiled, full of sarcasm, "Hide in the sky, watch us mortals die, and then say 'for the greater good', right?"
"Lucifer cannot be released. Once he comes out, Hell will come to the world." Castiel said in a serious tone, "Are you willing to take this risk?"
"We will stop the witch before she summons anything." Sam said firmly, "Your seal will not be broken, and no one needs to die."
"Following these mud monkeys is a waste of time." Uriel looked impatient and said to Castiel, then raised his hand suddenly.
A dazzling white light, carrying the divine power of destroying heaven and earth, shot towards Sam in an instant - he had long disliked this boy with the blood of demons flowing in his body, and wanted to turn him into dust directly, and finish him off.
"Be careful!"
Bai Haorui reacted instantly, Gang Steps smashed the floor under his feet, and his body stood in front of Sam like an arrow. Pure Yang True Fire in the Dantian instantly followed "" The meridians of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" skyrocketed crazily. True Fire in the eight meridians of the twelve regular meridians all converged on the mahogany sword. The purple flames on the sword instantly rose to five feet. He flipped his wrist and struck out with a sword - it was [True Fire Sky-Splitting Slash].
The huge slash condensed by purple flames, carrying the power of pure Yang that burned away all evil, collided hard with Uriel's Holy Light Spear.
"Boom--!!"
A deafening roar exploded instantly, and the piercing sonic boom blew away the tables and chairs in the room. All the glass exploded instantly, the furniture was shattered by the shock wave, and sawdust and glass fragments flew all over the sky. Dean and Sam were shaken back a few steps and hit the wall hard. Their chests felt tight and they could not move at all.
Bai Haorui's arm muscles tightened, and Bone Refinement into Steel's muscles and bones resisted the impact of the holy light. The tiger's mouth burst instantly, and golden blood flowed down the hilt and dripped on the floor, instantly burning the floor into small pits.
"Oh? It's interesting." Uriel was stunned for a moment, and then a cruel smile appeared on his face, "A mortal can actually catch my Holy Light? It seems that you, a heretic, are more interesting than I thought."
Before he finished speaking, he raised his other hand, and dozens of holy light spears instantly condensed on his fingertips, shooting towards Bai Haorui like a rain of arrows. Each spear carried the sacred power that could instantly purify resentful spirits. For Bai Haorui who practices Pure Yang Kung Fu, it is both the same origin and the ultimate suppression - the divine power of this angel is far more powerful than his current Pure Yang True Fire.
Bai Haorui's steps staggered, and he stepped out of [Gang Step Wandering Dragon], dodging like a dragon in the small room. At the same time, he quickly formed seals with his left hand, and the True Fire in his dantian instantly condensed in front of him, forming a half-person-high [True Fire Condensed Shield], blocking several spears of holy light that leaked through.
"Dang! Dang! Dang!"
The holy light spear hit the True Fire shield, making a crisp sound of metal collision, and countless cracks appeared in the True Fire shield instantly. Bai Haorui was unable to dodge., two holy light spears stabbed his shoulders hard, and the holy power instantly tore his Bone Refinement into Steel skin and flesh, creating two bone-deep wounds on his shoulders, and golden blood spurted out.
He groaned, but did not take half a step back. Instead, with the impact of the Holy Light Spear, he suddenly moved forward and stepped forward. He formed a seal with his left hand and chanted the spell in his mouth, and the red gold True Fire all over his body instantly condensed into a line. The fire dragon, which was more than ten meters long, had clear scales, each one made of Pure Yang True Fire that was condensed to the extreme. The dragon's eyes opened angrily, and with the pressure of burning the sky and destroying the earth, it roared and rushed towards Uriel.
Uriel's expression finally changed. He didn't expect that a mortal could actually explode with such strong power. He raised his hand and created a holy light barrier to block the impact of the fire dragon. The fire dragon hit the barrier and exploded instantly. True Fire filled the sky and swept across the entire room. The scorching temperature even caused the angel's holy light barrier to be slightly distorted.
Under the cover of True Fire's explosion, Bai Haorui had already rushed in front of Uriel. The mahogany sword in his right hand carried purple flames and stabbed Uriel's chest fiercely. At the same time, his left hand became Fist, the fist is wrapped with True Fire that has been condensed to the extreme, and uses [True Fire Silk-Winding Fist]. The fist wind carries fine True Fire silk threads, sealing all Uriel's dodge routes.
Uriel snorted coldly, and caught Bai Haorui's fist with his left hand. The holy light in his palm instantly collided with True Fire, making a sizzling sound. With his right hand, he held the mahogany sword that was being stabbed at him. The purple flames on the sword burned his palm crazily, and black smoke came out, but he didn't care. His fingers tightly gripped the sword, preventing Bai Haorui from making any further progress.
"The power of mortals is the power of mortals after all." Uriel's eyes were full of cruelty. He exerted force suddenly, trying to break the mahogany sword. At the same time, he slapped Bai Haorui's chest with a backhand palm, carrying the majestic power of an angel.