Bai Haorui's eyes flashed, and all the True Fire in the Dantian instantly gathered on the chest. Bone Refinement into Steel's sternum was tightened to the extreme. At the same time, his waist and abdomen exerted force, and his body The shape suddenly rotated, and with the force of the rotation, the peach wood sword slid along Uriel's palm, carrying purple flames, and fiercely opened a deep wound on Uriel's chest.
At the same time, he made a fist with his left hand, pumping all his strength True Fire, and collided hard with Uriel's palm.
"Boom--!!"
The angel's divine power and Pure Yang True Fire exploded again in the small room, and each of them took three steps back. Bai Haorui used the force of the retreat to exert force on his waist and abdomen again, soared into the air, turned around and slashed, and the Taomu Sword, carrying True Fire all over his body, struck hard at the head of Uriel.
Uriel instantly pulled out the Angel Blade from his waist and blocked it horizontally. The holy light on Angel Blade collided with the purple flame of the peach wood sword again, and sparks flew everywhere. Bai Haorui felt Uriel had a steady stream of angelic power in his body, as majestic as the sea. As soon as he bit his teeth, the True Fire in his Dantian was compressed crazily, and then exploded instantly, spurting out along the meridians, forcefully shaking open the Angel Blade of Uriel.
The tip of the peach wood sword once again opened a wound on Uriel's shoulder.
But because the blow was too hard, his body was out of position for a moment.
Uriel seized on this flaw and slapped Bai Haorui on the chest with a backhand palm, carrying the power of an angel that could destroy heaven and earth.
"Pfft--"
Bai Haorui spurted out a mouthful of golden blood, and huge angelic power instantly poured into his body, like countless knives, ruthlessly tearing apart his twelve regular meridians and eight extraordinary meridians. The originally stable meridians were instantly covered with cracks. His body was like a broken kite, hitting the wall behind him hard, and then fell heavily to the ground. The peach wood sword came out and slid to Dean's feet.
"Haorui!"
Dean instantly became red-eyed, picked up the mahogany sword on the ground, and rushed forward to fight Uriel.
"Dean, stop."
Castiel immediately stepped forward, stopped Dean, and at the same time stretched out his hand to hold Uriel's shoulders. His eyes were cold, looking at Uriel, and there was an unquestionable toughness in his tone, which was firmer than Dean had ever seen before.
"Uriel, stop."
"Castiel!" Uriel looked at him in disbelief, the wound on his chest was still bleeding, "This heretic dares to attack an angel, and these two mortals, they don't understand the overall situation at all! They will only ruin everything!"
"This is my decision." Castiel's tone did not waver in the slightest, and he still pressed Uriel's shoulders firmly.
He turned to look at Dean, and then at Bai Haorui who was lying on the ground, holding his chest and coughing violently, with a trace of imperceptible complexity and worry in his eyes.
"Tell me, Dean, how much time do you have?"
Dean was stunned for a moment, supported Bai Haorui on the ground, and looked up at him. "What?"
"Midnight, the ritual must be completed at midnight, right?" Castiel looked at him and said word by word, "We will wait until midnight. If you haven't stopped the witch by then, we will purify the city."
"Castiel! Are you crazy?!" Uriel was instantly furious and roared at Castiel, "You actually disobeyed Heaven's order for these mud monkeys?!"
"This is my decision." Castiel turned his head and faced Uriel, his tone still strong and unquestionable.
Uriel's eyes glanced at Dean, and then at Bai Haorui on the ground. His eyes were full of undisguised murderous intent. He spat out a mouthful of blood, snorted coldly, and disappeared into the room in an instant.
Castiel glanced at Dean, then at Bai Haorui, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, but in the end said nothing, his figure flashed and disappeared instantly.
The room instantly returned to silence, leaving only the mess on the floor and Bai Haorui's suppressed coughing.
"Haorui, how are you? Damn it, that bitch bitch angel!" Dean immediately squatted down and supported Bai Haorui, looking at the injury on his chest and the blood flowing out of the corner of his mouth, his eyes were red.
Bai Haorui coughed a few times, spit out another mouthful of blood, waved his hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm fine... I can't die. It's just that the meridians were shattered, and True Fire can't use all my strength for the time being... Damn it, the power of this archangel is really not something I can resist now."
Sam also immediately squatted down, took out the first aid kit from the bag, his hands were shaking, and carefully treated the wounds on Bai Haorui's shoulder and chest. The bandages were wrapped around them and were instantly soaked with golden blood.
Bai Haorui:
Uriel's power is okay, but my current state is still a little behind when it comes to confronting an archangel... The meridians are damaged, and it will take at least twelve hours for True Fire to fully recover. I'm afraid I won't be able to help much when facing Samhain later. Damn it, Uriel, I'll take note of this account.
Dean walked out of the hotel and immediately saw his precious Impala - eggs were thrown all over the car. The egg liquid and eggshells were sticky on the black car body. There was even half a broken eggshell hanging on the front windshield.
"Son of a bitch! That space suit Little Bastard!"
Dean jumped up in anger, roared angrily, and kicked the tires hard. The Impala made an aggrieved roar, and he immediately touched the body of the car in distress. Cursing, he walked to the trunk, took out a rag and a bucket, squatted on the ground, and carefully wiped the egg liquid on the car, still cursing in his mouth.
Sam sat at the table, staring at the scorched bones of the newborn in the curse bag, his brows furrowed and his face solemn.
Dean pushed the door open and walked in, wiping the water on his hands with a look of displeasure on his face and still cursing. "That little brat, don't let me see him again, or I have to take off his spacesuit and spread his ass."
"I can't believe it." Sam's voice was deep and he ignored his complaint.
"Yes, that boy is pretty accurate at throwing eggs."
"No, I mean angels." Sam raised his head, his eyes full of confusion and disappointment, "I thought... I thought they were just and bright, and they came to help us stop Lucifer."
Dean walked up to him, patted his shoulder, and said calmly, "They are indeed just. But there is nothing more dangerous than a bastard who thinks he is performing a sacred mission."
Sam was stunned for a moment. "Are you actually speaking for them now?"
"No, I'm not." Dean shook his head, "Listen, man, I know you believe in God these things, like Jesus appearing on tortillas. But just because of a few bad apples doesn't invalidate the entire system. Maybe God hates these guys too. I just want to say, don't give up on your faith. Babe Ruth was an asshole, but baseball is still a great game."
Sam looked at him, finally nodded and sighed, "Okay."
He picked up the burnt baby metacarpal bone again, put it on his fingertips and rubbed it, his eyes suddenly lit up, as if he thought of something.
"Wait, I think I found a clue."
"What?" Dean immediately came over.
"This piece of baby Bones has been burned so thoroughly." Sam's tone was full of excitement, "Ordinary fire cannot burn it like this at all. You have to use a kiln, a high-temperature kiln that can reach thousands of degrees, to burn Bones so burnt and broken."
Dean reacted instantly and his eyes lit up. "It's just like the one in the art classroom... the high-temperature kiln of Tang Harding!"
"That's right!" Sam nodded and spoke quickly, "We found the curse bag in the room after we went to his house. And the bloody symbols Tracy drew might not have been drawn by her, but were taught to her by Tang! Tang was the witch! No, it was the wizard!"
Dean immediately picked up his coat and gun, tucked them behind his waist, and turned to look at Bai Haorui on the bed.
Bai Haorui was leaning on the bed, his chest was wrapped with a thick bandage, his face was still a little pale, and he was using weak Pure Yang True Fire to warm the damaged meridians little by little. After hearing their words, he supported the bed, sat up slowly, picked up the mahogany sword placed beside the bed, and fastened it to his waist.
"Haorui, how are you? Can you leave?" Dean walked over with a worried look on his face.
"It's okay, he won't die." Bai Haorui smiled, "Even if we can't mobilize True Fire with all our strength, we can still deal with the wizard. Let's go and meet this Don Harding."
In the deserted park, the autumn wind carried the fallen leaves across the ground, making a rustling sound. The warm yellow light from the street lamps fell down and shone on the park benches.
Castiel and Uriel stood beside the bench, and the atmosphere was tense.
"The decision has been made? Did a mud monkey influence your judgment?" Uriel's tone was full of ridicule and anger, "Have you forgotten our mission here? Castiel, you have changed."
"You shouldn't call them that." Castiel's tone was calm, but with a hint of unquestionable determination.
"Oh, they are just savages, just skin with two legs, dirty, stupid, and short-sighted." Uriel sneered, "The Father created them just on a whim, and you actually take them seriously?"
"You are almost blaspheming." Castiel turned his head and looked at him, "They are the creations of Heavenly Father and they are works of art."
"Artworks? You actually like them?" Uriel seemed to have heard a big joke, "Have you forgotten our responsibilities at Heaven? We are soldiers, not nannies! Our mission is to prevent Lucifer from being released, not to play house with mortals!"
"I obey orders."
"Our orders are to prevent the seal from being broken!"
"Our real order is to observe Dean and see what he will do." Castiel interrupted him and said word by word, "This is a test. You know."
Uriel was stunned for a moment, then snorted coldly, "He will fail. Then we will clean up the mess he left."
"Maybe." Castiel looked at the pumpkin lanterns lighting up in the small town in the distance, his eyes full of confusion and doubt, "But we have to wait until midnight. This is an order."
Uriel snorted coldly, shook his sleeves, and disappeared in a flash.
Castiel was the only one left in the park. He stood there, looking at the lights of thousands of houses in the small town in the distance and the laughter of the children, the confusion in his eyes getting deeper and deeper.
Castiel...
Heavenly Father... did I do the right thing? If Dean fails, the seal is broken, and Lucifer comes to earth, can I shoulder this responsibility? But... if I don't even give them a chance to save themselves, what's the difference between us and the demons of Hell?
I pray you succeed, Dean.
Tang's home is a single-family house on the edge of the town. There are no neighbors around. The yard is full of withered sunflowers, which looks particularly eerie on Halloween night.
The iron door of the basement was closed tightly, and there was the sound of obscure spells and the crackle of burning candles coming from inside.
Dean kicked open the iron door of the basement and rushed in angrily. "Don't move! FBI!"
Sam and Dean rushed forward with guns raised, Bai Haorui followed behind, covering his chest, his steps a little frivolous, and tightened the mahogany sword in his hand, Spiritual Sense firmly locked the two people in the basement.
The basement was arranged into a gloomy altar. A huge Celtic blood array was painted on the ground. In the center of the array were the Holy Grail, a silver dagger and a skull. A dozen black candles were inserted into the ground. The flames jumped wildly, making the entire basement flicker.
Don Harding was wearing a black sacrificial robe, standing in the center of the blood array, holding a silver dagger in his hand, with fierce eyes, about to stab Tracy in the chest who was tied to the chair.
Hearing Dean's roar, Tang turned around suddenly, and before he could react, Sam immediately pulled the trigger.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Three bullets accurately hit Tang's chest. His eyes widened and he fell heavily to the ground. The blood instantly dyed his black robe red. His body twitched twice and he completely lost his breath.
Dean quickly ran over, tore off the tape on Tracy's mouth, and untied the rope that tied her.
"Are you okay?" Dean looked at her with a gentle tone.
Tracy gasped, looking at Tang's body on the ground, his eyes full of hatred, and gritted his teeth and said, "You sick son of a bitch..."
"Okay, it's safe." Dean patted her shoulder and comforted her.
At this moment, Tracy suddenly stood up straight, raised his hands, and uttered an obscure Celtic spell.
An invisible huge force exploded in an instant. Dean and Sam didn't even have time to react. They were thrown violently and hit the stone wall behind them. Bones almost fell apart. They were in severe pain and curled up on the ground, unable to move at all.
Bai Haorui who was following behind immediately rushed in, and a True Fire popped out from his fingertips, hitting Tracy. However, his meridians were damaged, and True Fire's power was greatly reduced. Tracy just waved his hand, and the True Fire instantly dissipated into the air.
She used a black magic backhand, and the black energy ball hit Bai Haorui hard on the chest.
Bai Haorui groaned and fell heavily against the wall. The bandage on his chest was instantly soaked with golden blood. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the mahogany sword in his hand fell to the ground.
"Can you believe how sloppy his spells are?"
Tracy looked at the three people on the ground, with a cruel and cold smile on his lips. He still looked like the frightened girl from before.
Dean and Sam instantly understood that Tracy was the mastermind witch who had lived for 600 years. Tang Harding was just her tool man and her scapegoat.
"He originally wanted to use me as the last sacrifice. This was his idea." Tracy walked to Tang's body, squatted down, and picked up the silver dagger and Holy Grail that fell on the ground. His tone was full of ridicule, "But now, this honor belongs to him. The resurrection of our master, the spell requires two people to complete, do you understand? So for six hundred years, I have had to endure this arrogant son of a bitch. Planning and preparation, I'm really fed up."
She inserted the dagger into the bullet hole in Tang's chest and used the Holy Grail to catch the blood that flowed out, her eyes full of pleasure and enthusiasm.
"I always wanted to tear his face off. But you killed him with a gun. Oh, it's so cool."
She took the Holy Grail, walked back to the center of the blood array, and slowly poured the blood in the Holy Grail into the blood array's eyes. The blood seeped into the lines on the ground, and the entire blood array instantly lit up with a dazzling red light.
"Do you know, in the past, you would keep your children at home on this day." Tracy stood in the center of the blood array, opened his arms, and began to chant obscure summoning spells, "Tonight, you will see what Halloween really looks like."
The obscure Celtic spell echoed in the basement, carrying a creepy and cold power. The red light of the blood formation on the ground surged, cracks spread from the formation's eyes, and thick black smoke poured out crazily from the cracks, carrying the Hell smell of sulfur and blood.
The witchcraft restraints on Dean and Sam disappeared the moment this powerful dark force broke out.
Sam endured the severe pain and crawled to Tang's body, smearing his blood on his face. He quickly crawled to Dean and Bai Haorui and smeared his blood on their faces.
"What are you doing?" Dean asked weakly and in a hoarse voice.
"Do as I say." Sam's tone was urgent, "Lie down and pretend to be dead, quickly!"
He lay back on the ground, closed his eyes, held his breath, and remained motionless. Dean and Bai Haorui looked at each other, and immediately lay down, closed their eyes, held their breath, and pretended to be killed by black magic.
Tracy's spell is finished.
Thick black smoke poured out crazily from the cracks, and penetrated into Tang Harding's body as if it were alive.
The temperature in the entire basement instantly dropped to freezing point.
Tang's body suddenly opened its eyes.
His pupils turned completely black, without a trace of white, and the whites of his eyes were turbid. His whole body exuded a suffocating dark aura, which was cold and powerful, like coming from the deepest abyss of Hell.
Samhain, was successfully summoned.
Another 66 seal was completely broken.
Dean, Sam and Bai Haorui were lying on the ground, breathing very lightly for fear of being discovered.
Samhain stood up from the ground, his joints making a cracking sound. He moved his neck and glanced around the entire basement.
Tracy turned around and looked at him, with a fanatical and obsessed smile on his face, like looking at his lover.
"My love."
Samhain looked at her, his tone was cold and without any warmth. "You are getting old."
"This face... can't fool you." Tracy said with a hint of shyness in his tone.
"Your beauty transcends time."
Samhain came close to her and pressed his forehead against hers with gentle movements.
The next second, his hand suddenly grabbed Tracy's neck and twisted it hard.
There was a crisp "click" sound.
Tracy's eyes widened, and before the smile on his face disappeared, his body fell softly to the ground, completely out of breath.
"Bitch."
Samhain's tone was cold and emotionless.
He turned around, sniffed the air, his eyes fell on Dean, Sam and Bai Haorui lying on the ground, and walked over step by step.
He knelt down and stared at Dean's face for more than ten seconds.
Dean's heart was beating fast, he held his breath and didn't even dare to move his eyelids.
He stood up, turned around and walked out of the basement, slamming the iron door shut.
It wasn't until the sound of the iron door closing completely disappeared that Dean suddenly opened his eyes, moved closer to Sam, lowered his voice, and asked in disbelief, "What the hell was that just now?"
"There is a legend about Halloween that people wear masks to avoid him, so I tried it." Sam also sat up and wiped the blood from his face, with a look of fear on his face.
"You just tried it?!" Dean looked at him in disbelief, "You almost killed all three of us!"
Bai Haorui supported the wall, stood up slowly, covered his chest, coughed violently several times, and golden blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
"The seal... is broken." His voice was hoarse and his eyes were solemn, "We must catch up with him and not let him summon the undead, otherwise the whole town will be really over, and the angels will immediately start to purify the place."
On Halloween night, the streets of the town are bustling with activity. Children wearing various costumes, carrying pumpkin buckets, knock on the door from door to door asking for candy. Laughter, screams, and shouts of "trick or treat" come and go. The pumpkin lanterns at the door of every house are on, and the warm yellow light makes the whole town warm and lively.
No one noticed that a man covered in blood was walking on the street.
Samhain was wearing Tang's black robe. The blood on his body had dried, and he exuded a cold, dark aura. But because it was Halloween, everyone passing by thought he was a young man in costume. Some even whistled at him, praising his realistic makeup.
Several children wearing masks ran past him with a smile. One of them accidentally bumped into him and the candy in his hand fell to the floor.
The child was so frightened that he froze in place, thinking that he would be scolded.
Samhain just looked at him expressionlessly and continued walking towards the town cemetery without taking any action.
He is going there to summon the undead and turn this Halloween back into the night of death 600 years ago.
Sam and Dean supported the injured Bai Haorui, crossed the road, and walked towards the Impala parked on the side of the road. Dean helped Bai Haorui into the back seat, let him lean on the seat, and got into the driver's seat. Sam got into the passenger seat.
"Where on earth are we going to find this bastard?" Dean started the car, holding the steering wheel tightly with his hands and speaking urgently.
"If you want to summon the power of darkness, where will you go?" Sam turned to look at him.
Dean was stunned for a moment, then reacted. "Cemetery."
"That's right." Sam nodded, "The Yin Qi is the strongest there and the boundary between life and death is the weakest, which is the most suitable place for him to summon the undead."