Night

The old lady's hand paused and her voice trembled slightly. "I have already told the local police that there is blood everywhere. Mr. Gibson? His body was broken into pieces everywhere."

"How long have you been cleaning Mr. Gibson's house?" Sam asked, holding a notebook in his hand, ready to take notes at any time.

"Five years."

"Then you should know him very well, right?"

Mrs. Curry shook his head and sighed, "Actually, I don't know him very well. He is very withdrawn and difficult to get along with. But I don't blame him."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"His wife died in childbirth, and twenty years later, his daughter hanged herself in Busty Asian Beauties. If it were me, I would be mean." The old lady said, opened the photo album beside her, pulled out a few old photos, and handed them to the two of them, "I seem to have a few photos, here."

Dean took the photo. The photo showed a young and beautiful girl with gentle eyebrows. She was the daughter of Gibson, Rebecca. "Thank you. Can we keep these photos?"

"Whatever you want."

Sam looked at the photo and looked up at Mrs. Curry: "Then why did his daughter commit suicide?"

"I don't know. That was all before I came here."

"When you were cleaning the house, did you notice anything strange?" Sam continued to ask, "Like what? You know, like lights turning on and off by themselves, or things not being in their original positions?"

Mrs. Curry was stunned for a moment, thought for a moment, and nodded. "No. Oh, but there may be one thing."

Dean immediately sat up straight. "What's the matter?"

"Sometimes I seem to hear rustling in the wall."

"Like a mouse?"

"Yes."

Dean and Sam looked at each other, and Dean continued to ask, "Those must be some pretty big guys, right?"

"I don't know, I've never seen it before." The old lady shook her head.

"Do you know where Mrs. Gibson and his daughter are buried?" Sam asked.

Mrs. Curry shook his head again. "They were both cremated."

After asking all the questions, the two thanked Mrs. Curry, left her house, and sat back in Impala's car. Dean threw the photo on the passenger seat, frowned, and tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips.

"Okay, that shouldn't be the ghost of Mrs. Gibson or his daughter. It was cremated, there are no bones, and there are no items with souls attached to it. Whose ghost could it be?"

Sam flipped through his notebook and frowned. "I don't know. I think we should go back and search the house thoroughly, especially the rustling noises in the wall that Busty Asian Beauties and Mrs. Curry said are definitely not as simple as mice."

The setting sun shone in through the narrow transom window in the basement, coating the dark secret room with a layer of warm golden light.

Bai Haorui is still sitting cross-legged in the center of the formation. The purple-gold color True Fire around him is no longer diffuse, but flows tightly around him, like a thin layer of flame armor. Each ray of flame carries a clear imprint of will, calm and heavy, without the feeling of emptiness.

He guided Pure Yang True Fire, which was completely integrated into the Daoist Heart, and started to compress again. This time, True Fire did not explode again, but shrank smaller and smaller in the Dantian, rotating faster and faster, like a high-speed rotating golden nebula. Finally, at the moment of extreme compression, Suddenly, the nebula suddenly shrank, condensing into a drop of needle-sized, purple-gold particles that looked like solid metal, suspended above the True Fire Pill in the dantian, with unparalleled force. Every rotation caused the True Fire all over the body to resonate.

It's done! The first ray of True Gang!

Bai Haorui: That's it, Refining Qi into Gang, what is refined is Qi, what is condensed is heart. Only with the soul as the furnace, the Tao heart as the fire, and the thought of guardianship as the guide, can the liquid True Fire be truly refined into the solid True Gang. The energy density of this drop of True Gang is hundreds of times that of the previous True Fire of the same volume, and it is completely controlled by my will. Even if it is released tens of meters away, it can be controlled at will, and there will no longer be the problem of collapse when released.

This is just the beginning. Next, I will refine all the Pure Yang True Fire in my body into True Gang!

Bai Haorui didn't pause at all, closed his eyes again, and guided the remaining liquid True Fire in the Dantian, flowing, compressing, and melting the Daoist heart over and over in the meridians. Drop after drop of True Gang It continued to condense, like purple-gold stars, suspended in his Dantian, echoing the golden fire between his eyebrows. The temperature in the entire secret room was getting higher and higher, and the candlelight was pressed by the pressure of True Gang to the point where it almost stuck to the candlestick, but it never went out.

Night fell completely, and Stratton Town fell into a dead silence. Only a few dim lights were lit in the old house, like lonely eyes in the darkness.

In the living room, Ted took a hammer and knocked on the wall a few times. Hearing the solid sound coming from inside, he turned his head and said to Brian with a disdainful look on his face, "It's nonsense to call the "Building Code Enforcement Bureau". There is no asbestos at all. This wall is solid and there is not even an insulation layer. Where did the asbestos come from?"

Brian was stunned. "Are you sure?"

"Nonsense, I've built enough houses, and I still can't tell the difference." Ted threw the hammer on the ground with a clang sound, "There is no gas leakage at all. I just checked all the pipes, and there is no problem at all."

Brian's face suddenly darkened. "Who are those two people?"

"It's not from the county anyway, I'm sure of that." Ted shrugged, picked up the beer on the table, and took another sip.

At the same time, in the bedroom on the second floor, Susan found Kate who was lying by the window with an unhappy face. He sat next to her and gently held her shoulders. There was no big light in the bedroom, only the small bedside table lamp was on, and the warm yellow light shone on the faces of mother and daughter.

"Hey. Are you okay?" Susan asked softly, gently brushing his daughter's hair with his fingertips.

Kate shook his head, sniffed, and said with a bit of grievance in his tone, "It's okay, it's okay. I just seemed to see something just now, it's nothing."

"We will have a good life here, Kate. Really." Susan looked at her daughter, her eyes filled with distress, "I know you don't like it here, I know you miss your friends and your previous home. But... we need a new start, okay?"

Kate nodded, leaned on her mother's shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Well, Mom. I know. Everything will be fine."

In the corner of the living room downstairs, Danny was squatting on the ground, whispering to a small hole in the wall. The hole was dark and bottomless, like an open mouth. He handed the crayon in his hand, and a dirty little hand with long black nails stretched out from the hole and took the red crayon.

"Danny, are you packing your things?" Susan's voice came from the stairs.

Danny immediately made a shushing gesture towards the hole in the wall and responded in a low voice, "Well, yes, I'm almost done cleaning it up."

He leaned closer to the hole in the wall again, and his voice was lower, soft and gentle, with the unique tenderness of a child. "Is there anyone there? Don't be afraid. My name is Danny. Hi."

There was no response from the hole in the wall, only a rustling sound, as if something was crawling inside.

In the living room, Susan and Brian were sitting on the sofa, with a gardening book spread out in front of them. They chatted incessantly, their voices very soft, as if they were afraid of disturbing something.

"Zucchini can be grown, but the soil is too acidic to allow beets to grow. Do you understand this?" Susan was flipping through the book, his tone full of confusion.

Brian suddenly frowned and moved his nose. "Did you smell something?"

Susan was stunned for a moment, then sniffed, and then showed a disgusted expression. "(Sigh) That's the smell. It smells like a raccoon died on it."

"It's really comforting, thank you." Brian twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, it's about the vegetable garden." Susan put down the book and looked at Brian, his eyes full of exhaustion and confusion, "What on earth are we doing, Brian?"

"What do you mean?"

"The two of us came to this quiet farm and talked about zucchini." Susan's voice trembled slightly, "We thought that by changing places, we could forget about Andy and pretend that nothing had happened, but we can't do that, right?"

Brian was silent for a few seconds, then reached out and held his wife's hand. His hand was cold and trembling slightly. "Everything will be different. I promise, we will have a happy life."

"What if you can't be happy?"

"It will definitely happen." Brian's voice was firm, "We must be happy. I can't let the children go through days like last year again."

At this moment, Ted's shout suddenly came from the corridor, breaking the short-term peace in the living room. "Hey, come here and take a look at this!"

The family immediately gathered around and saw a huge, ferocious grimace painted with red crayon on the white wall of the living room. Below the grimace, there was a large, crooked word "Go" written on it. The red crayon marks were particularly dazzling on the white wall.

Brian's face instantly turned red and he shouted, "Danny!"

Danny ran from the corridor holding the dinosaur doll. When he saw the painting on the wall, he took a step back in fright, his eyes widening.

Ted folded his arms and leaned against the wall. "Let me tell you, if my child does this-"

"He is not your child, Ted. Please mind your own business." Susan immediately interrupted him, protected Danny behind him, and said to Brian, "Hey, don't be too harsh to him. His teacher said that after Andy leaves, he may behave rebelliously."

Brian took a deep breath, squatted down, looked at Danny, and tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart. "Hey, kid. Do you have something to tell me and your mother?"

Danny shook his head desperately, his voice crying, "I didn't draw it."

"Okay. Listen, as long as you tell me the truth, you just need to wipe it clean, okay? I won't punish you." Brian tried his best to sound gentler.

"It's really not me. It was painted by the girl on the wall." Danny's tears fell and he pointed at the hole in the wall, "She wanted you to leave and let me stay."

Brian's face completely darkened. "Okay, go back to your room."

"Mom!" Danny cried and looked at Susan, "If Andy is still here, he will definitely believe me!"

These words were like a knife, piercing into the hearts of Susan and Brian. Susan's eyes turned red instantly. She gritted her teeth and said to Danny word by word, "Go upstairs. Go now."

Danny turned around crying and ran upstairs.

In the living room, Brian and Susan started arguing instantly, with Ted fanning the flames. The family's accumulated fatigue from the journey, the pain of losing a child, and the uneasiness about the new environment completely broke out at this moment.

In Impala outside the house, Dean and Sam looked at the lights on in the house and listened to the quarrels coming from inside, with helpless expressions on their faces.

"Damn. What should we do now?" Dean scratched his hair irritably, "This family didn't listen at all and insisted on living in this damn place."

Sam sighed, "We can tell them the truth."

Dean turned to look at him as if he were a madman. "Are you serious? Tell them that there might be a ghost in your house who might kill you? They will just treat us as lunatics and call the police to arrest us."

"No, it's just talk." Sam waved his hand helplessly.

Time passed little by little, late at night fell, and the whole old house became completely quiet. Only the clock on the wall ticked, which was particularly clear in the silent night.

In Kate's bedroom, she was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. The room was dark, with only the moonlight from the window shining through the gaps in the curtains, casting a faint light and shadow. Drowsily, she felt something soft and wet, licking her hand hanging by the bed, warm and sticky.

She thought it was Buster, turned over, closed her eyes, and muttered with disgust, "It's okay, Buster, it's okay. I hate it here too."

The soft licking feeling came again, Kate frowned, and his tone became more impatient. "Uh. Oops, Buster, it's so disgusting. What's wrong with you? Stop licking."

She opened her eyes suddenly, turned her head to look at the bed, and froze instantly.

Buster, standing at the door of the bedroom, the hair all over his body was standing up, his back was arched high, facing the direction of the bed, he let out a low, threatening roar, and there was a purring sound in his throat.

But the licking feeling on her hand continued.

Kate's pupils suddenly shrank, and the hairs all over her body stood on end. The next second, she let out a heart-rending scream, and the sound pierced the silence of the old house.

"Ah--!!!"

Brian and Susan rushed in instantly, turned on the light in the bedroom, and saw Kate huddled in the corner of the bed, shaking all over and looking pale. Brian immediately rushed over and hugged his frightened daughter. Dean and Sam also heard the screams and immediately kicked open the main door and rushed in.

When Brian saw the two people rushing in, he was instantly furious. He let go of Kate, rushed over, and grabbed Dean by the collar. His eyes were bloodshot and he glared angrily. "It's you two. You touched my daughter? What on earth do you want to do?"

"What? No." Dean raised his hands without resisting and spoke calmly.

"Who are you?"

Sam immediately took a step forward and said seriously to Brian: "Please calm down. There is a ghost in your house."

"Ghost." Brian repeated it through gritted teeth as if he had heard a big joke.

"I told you a long time ago. It's that girl." Danny poked his head out of the door and whispered, his eyes full of fear.

Susan immediately walked over and hugged Danny: "Who?"

"Okay, you two, stop talking nonsense." Brian yelled at the two children, still holding on to Dean's collar.

At this moment, Buster's shrill wails and whimpering sounds suddenly came from outside the house. They only screamed twice, then stopped abruptly, and there was no movement in an instant.

Everyone in the room froze in place instantly.

"What the hell?"

"Buster! Buster! Buster!" Brian immediately let go of Dean, rushed outside, opened the door, and shouted into the dark yard.

There was deathly silence in the yard, only the sound of the wind blowing through the cornfield, without any response.

Everyone rushed outside the house and saw only a pool of fresh blood on the grass in the yard. Buster had disappeared, as if it had been dragged into the boundless darkness by something.

Dean's face instantly darkened, and he immediately shouted to the Brian family, "Pack your things immediately, leave here, and go to the motel in the town, now!"

But at this moment, he caught a glimpse of Impala out of the corner of his eye, and his face instantly became extremely ugly. He rushed over and saw that Impala's two front tires had been slashed to pieces with sharp objects and were completely deflated. He pulled open the door suddenly, and the car was turned upside down. The demon hunting guns, salt bombs, holy water, EMF detectors, and all the demon hunting equipment they put in the car were all gone.

"Oh no. No. What are you doing!" Dean punched the car door and cursed through gritted teeth, "Brother, the gun is gone. And... basically everything is gone. The car is also useless, and both tires are scratched. What kind of ghost would scratch someone's tires when they are free?"

At this moment, Kate suddenly pointed to the cornfield at the edge of the yard and let out a scream, his fingers shaking like crazy. "There! I saw her! It's that girl! She's there!"

Dean and Sam immediately looked in the direction she pointed. There were only shaking shadows in the cornfield and nothing could be seen clearly. The two looked at each other, and Dean immediately shouted to the Brian family, "Everyone, go back to the house immediately! Quick! Lock the doors and windows!"

In the underground secret room late at night, the candlelight flickered, and the purple-gold light flickered in and out of the secret room.

Bai Haorui's whole body has been shrouded in a thin layer of purple-gold Gang Qi. As Gang Qi circulates, it carries unparalleled strength. The dust scattered in the secret room cannot get even half a foot closer to him. He was shaken away by Gang Qi. Dozens of drops of True Gang had condensed in his Dantian and were slowly merging, forming a complete stream of True Gang that could be controlled at will, flowing rapidly in his meridians.

He slowly opened his eyes, and with a slight flick of his fingertips, a strand of True Gang as thin as hair shot out from his fingertips, condensing into the shape of a small, purple-gold dagger in front of him, with a sharp edge glowing with cold light. With a thought in his mind, the dagger instantly dissipated, transformed into a wisp of True Gang, and returned to his body.

Bai Haorui:

Refining Qi into Gang is not only a qualitative change in energy, but also a simultaneous leap in the body and soul. True Gang enters the body, tempers the internal organs, and nourishes the meridians and bone marrow. This is the inner gang. The foundation of protecting the internal organs. Only when all the True Fire in the body are refined into True Gang, the inner gang can protect the origin, and the outer gang can block all enemies, can one truly step into the sixth level.

He closed his eyes and guided the True Gang in his body to flow again, washing the meridians and bones of the whole body. Wherever True Gang passed, the meridians were broadened and tempered little by little, becoming tougher, and the bones, flesh, flesh, and organs were all True Gang carefully nourished and tempered it, and the strength of his physical body once again achieved a qualitative improvement. He could clearly feel that his body contained unprecedented power. Even without True Fire, he could smash granite with just one punch using his physical strength.

His five senses were also infinitely amplified under the warmth of True Gang. He could clearly hear the footsteps of Bobby pacing in the living room, hear the chirping of insects in the fields several miles away, and feel the movement of the wind through the woods.

His mind moved slightly, and the True Gang in his dantian instantly became restless. But he gritted his teeth and forcibly calmed his mind, not disrupting the rhythm of his practice.

He closed his eyes again, got rid of all distracting thoughts, and devoted all his attention to the condensation of True Gang.

In the living room of the old house, all the doors and windows were locked, and the wooden boards were nailed tightly. Dean used the remaining small bag of salt to spread salt rings on the floor of the living room.

Carter's family huddled in the salt circle, with fear on their faces and trembling all over. Susan hugged Danny and Kate tightly. Brian stood in the front, holding a shotgun in his hand, staring at the door, his hands shaking all the time.

"Listen, no matter what is outside, nothing can enter this circle." Dean looked at the family and said in a serious tone, "As long as the salt line is not broken, this is the safest place. Stay in the circle and don't run around, do you understand?"

Brian swallowed, his voice trembling. "Can you prevent ghosts?"

"That's right, it can."

Ted squatted beside the salt circle, looked at the salt line on the ground, curled his lips with disdain, and said with ridicule in his tone, "Okay, I don't want to listen to your nonsense anymore. Let's go. I have to take my family out of here. Let's go."

"No one can leave until we deal with this thing." Dean stopped him immediately, his tone unquestionable.

Sam also took a step forward, nodded to the Brian family, and said in a sincere tone, "Sir, this is what we do. Trust us."

"You hunt ghosts?" Ted looked at the two of them as if they were fools, "Like in "Scooby-Doo"?"

Dean looked at him expressionlessly. "It's much better than that."

Sam took out the photo of Rebecca, handed it to Kate, and asked softly, "Kate, is the girl you saw just now the person in the photo?"

Kate looked at Rebecca in the photo, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he immediately nodded wildly, pointing his finger at the photo, his voice trembling. "Yes! It's her! It's this girl! I can see it clearly!"

Susan's face turned pale, his hands holding the child tightened, and his voice trembled. "So it's that daughter? This girl in the photo, isn't she dead? She died twenty years ago!"

"Then what's going on? The butler made a mistake? Rebecca was not cremated?" Dean frowned and looked at Sam.

Sam shook his head and frowned. "Unless her soul is attached to something in the house. She hanged herself in Busty Asian Beauties, right?"

Dean nodded and said to Sam, "You watch them here, I'll go to Busty Asian Beauties to look for anything that has her soul."

"Listen, I don't care who hangs himself where." Ted suddenly stood up, with a grumpy look on his face, "Even if something really happened, she is a country crazy woman, and I don't want to sit here... waiting for her to kill me. I want to leave now."

"No one can leave this house." Dean looked at him coldly.

"You try to stop me." Ted frowned and was about to walk out of the salt circle.

At this moment, Brian suddenly took out a pistol, pointed it at Dean, put his finger on the trigger, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

"Hey, hey, hey." Brian's voice was trembling, but he still stared at Dean, "Listen, brother, I have a gun in my hand. I want to take my family out of here now, no one can stop me."

Dean looked at him expressionlessly, and even took a step forward with a calm tone. "Brother, your gun is useless against me. It's even less useful against that thing outside."

"Really?"

"I won't let that bastard, or anyone else, die tonight. Do you understand?" Dean's eyes were extremely firm, and he looked into Brian's eyes and said every word.