Bai Haorui put away the mahogany sword and looked at the direction where Alastair disappeared with cold eyes.
Dean and Sam came over, Dean's face was full of shock.
"Holy shit! Haorui, you are too fierce! That moment just now was so cool!" Dean patted Bai Haorui on the shoulder excitedly.
"Yes, Haorui, you are getting stronger and stronger." Sam also said, with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes.
Bai Haorui shook his head. "He didn't try his best. And he underestimated the enemy. Next time we meet, it won't be so easy. Alastair is one of the most powerful demons in Hell. His fighting ability and black magic are very powerful."
Bai Haorui:
Alastair's strength is indeed well-deserved. I have used 70% of my strength just now, but I can only barely suppress him. If he uses all his strength, it is hard to say whether he will win or lose. It seems that the sixth level [True Gang Condensation·Refining Qi into Gang]'s realm still needs to be polished. But Sam just... he was able to resist Alastair's attack. It seems that the demon blood ability in his body has reached a terrifying level. How much demon blood did he drink?
Dean was lying on the bed, applying an ice pack to his forehead. The shock wave just now gave him a headache. Sam walked into the room, holding two bottles of water in his hand. Bai Haorui sat by the window, carefully wiping the mahogany sword with a clean cloth. The purple-gold light on the sword had faded, but it still exuded a faint breath of pure sunshine.
"How are you?" Dean asked.
"I'm fine." Sam handed the water to Dean and Bai Haorui.
"Something's wrong with me. I have a terrible headache. It feels like I've been hit by a truck."
"Want aspirin?"
"No need, Dr. House." Dean put down the ice pack and sat up, "So it was the devil who did it, right? It seems like miracles are all nonsense."
"Yes. Alastair came in person, indicating that this matter is very important."
"Alastair What happened? Last time in the church, he threw you so far away that he almost killed you." Dean looked at Sam with sharp eyes.
Sam avoided Dean's gaze. "I don't know. Maybe he is not in good condition today."
"Sam, do me a favor." Dean's tone became serious, "If you want to keep your little secret, I can't stop you. But don't treat me as a fool, okay?"
"What? Dean, I didn't keep a secret." Sam raised his head and looked at Dean, his eyes a little dodgy.
"Uh-huh. Whatever." Dean stopped asking, "Did you go back and ask that dead child? Alastair ruined our ceremony."
"No need. Bobby called. He checked."
"Then what?"
"He thinks I'm right. The local Death is missing. Not just missing, he was kidnapped."
"By demons? Why? Why did they kidnap Death?"
Sam Listen to this: He died in blood under the new sky. It tasted sweet and tasted bitter.'"
"So gorgeous. What does that even mean?"
"This comes from a very obscure, very old version of Book of Revelation. Meaning, if you kill a Death on the winter solstice... which is tomorrow night by the way... you break a seal."
Dean frowned. "How to kill Death? Death cannot be killed. They are the incarnation of the laws of the universe."
"I don't know. Maybe demons can. Maybe they have some special rituals or weapons." Sam said, "What I want to know is, where are the angels? Will they help us this time, or will they have to deal with Haorui."
Bai Haorui's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and the corner of his mouth raised a sneer, "Haha, I do hope they can come."
"It seems we have to solve it ourselves." Dean said, "Are we just going to rush in and save our friendly neighbor Death?"
"If you have a better idea, I'm all ears." Sam spread his hands.
Sam paused and looked at Dean: "Dean, Death are invisible. Only dead or dying people can see them. We can't see them at all now, let alone save them."
Dean's eyes became determined. "If only ghosts can see them... then we will become ghosts. Let's go find Pamela. She can help our souls leave the body."
"You must have a concussion." Sam's eyes widened, "It's too dangerous for the soul to leave the body! If we are not careful, we will become real ghosts and never come back!"
"Is there any other way?" Dean asked, "Alastair will kill Death tomorrow night. Once the seal is broken, Apocalypse will be one step closer. We don't have time."
Bai Haorui raised his head and looked at the two people. "It is too dangerous for the soul to leave the body. If you are not careful, the soul will never come back. And... I can't go with you."
"Why?"
"My technique is mainly based on body training, and the soul is deeply bound to the physical body. My current state has not reached the point where the soul can leave the body. Forcing the soul to leave the body will damage the origin, and the cultivation level will regress at least, and it will become a vegetative state at worst." Bai Haorui said, "But you don't have to worry. You two go to Spirit World. I will stay and guard your physical bodies with Pamela."
Sam nodded. "Okay. That's it. I'll call Pamela now."
Pamela's home is located in a woods on the outskirts of a small town. It is an old wooden house. There are many herbs and strange plants planted around the house, and the air is filled with the smell of incense, herbs and whiskey.
The three of them knocked on the door, and after a while, the door opened. Pamela stood at the door, holding a glass of whiskey in her hand. She was wearing a black lace suspender skirt and a black leather jacket, with curly hair hanging casually on her shoulders. She took off the sunglasses on her face, revealing two white false eyes, but it did not affect her sexiness and charm at all, but added a mysterious and dangerous style.
"I don't even know where to start with how crazy you guys are." Pamela shook his head and turned sideways to let them into the house, "I just took a hot bath and was getting ready to go to bed."
"Okay, Pamela, I'm so happy to see you." Sam said with a smile.
"Oh, he's so sweet, he has a small temper, and he's a handsome guy with no heart or courage." Pamela smiled, turned to Dean, looked him up and down, and lightly traced his chest with his fingers, "Dean, you've become handsome again. It's just that the dark circles under your eyes are a little heavier. Have you not slept well recently? Do you want me to sleep with you, sister, to ensure that you sleep well?"
Dean took a step back. "Uh... Pamela, we have business with you."
"Business? What business can you three ask me for? Either you ask me to help you exorcise ghosts, or you ask me to help you summon ghosts." Pamela walked to the sofa and sat down, took a sip of whiskey, and turned to Bai Haorui, his eyes instantly softened a lot, "Haorui is still sensible. Every time you come, you bring me my favorite 12-year-old single malt. Unlike these two brats, they will only cause me trouble."
Bai Haorui smiled and handed the bottle of whiskey to Pamela: "I know you like this. I brought it specially for you."
"You still love me." Pamela took the whiskey, reached out and hooked Bai Haorui's neck, and kissed him hard on the face, leaving a red lip mark. Then she deliberately leaned into Bai Haorui's ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "When these two brats leave, my sister will love you."
Bai Haorui bared his teeth and smiled helplessly.
"Which genius among you three came up with the idea of out-of-body experience?" Pamela let go of Bai Haorui, crossed his legs, and asked, shaking the wine glass in his hand.
Dean raised his hand and showed a bright smile, "Me."
"Of course it's you. Chucky." Pamela sneered, "So let's make it clear. You want to tear your soul out of your body and take a walk in Spirit World?"
"Hmm."
"Do you know how crazy this is? It's like ripping your heart out, throwing it on the street, and hoping no one steps on it."
"Maybe, but Death is there, so..."
"So it's crazy."
"You're not crazy if you know what you're doing." Dean said.
Pamela put down the glass and stood up. "You don't know what you are doing. You know nothing about Spirit World. There are dangerous things everywhere, including evil ghosts, demons, and monsters that specialize in eating souls."
Bai Haorui stepped forward and looked at Pamela with sincere eyes: We know this time is really important. Alastair kidnapped Death and wants to kill them to break the seal. We have to stop him."
"Mission? Bullshit mission." Pamela sneered, but his tone had softened a lot, "They are just pawns of angels and demons. You too, Haorui. You shouldn't be involved in these nonsense. Your power is very special, you could have lived an ordinary life."
"I have no choice." Bai Haorui smiled, "I don't want to live in the script forever!"
Pamela looked at Bai Haorui, was silent for a while, and then sighed, "Okay. I'll help you. But here's the ugly thing, if your soul can't come back, I won't go to Spirit World to find you. I will donate your body to those in need."
"Awesome!" Dean said excitedly.
"Don't be too happy too soon." Pamela rolled his eyes at him, "Tell me, geniuses. Even if you can break through the curtain and find Death, how are you going to save it?"
"With style and elegance." Dean said seriously.
Pamela sneered, "You will become two walking masses of mist. You can't touch or move anything. You will be defenseless and arrogant."
"I remember a bunch of ghosts beating the shit out of us."
"Yeah, they have plenty of time to practice. You only have a few hours."
"Then we have to start a surprise study session."
Bai Haorui looked at Pamela with sincere eyes. "Pamela, thank you. I really bother you this time. I will stay here and won't let anyone disturb you."
"Why are you being polite to me?" Pamela patted Bai Haorui's arm, "Okay, lie down. Close your eyes. Relax."
Dean and Sam lay on the sofa and closed their eyes. Pamela walked up to them and began to recite ancient and obscure spells. Her voice was low and magnetic, as if from another world.
Bai Haorui stood aside and quickly formed seals with his hands. Purple-gold light flowed in his fingertips, and runes flew out of his hands and merged into the walls, floors and ceilings. Soon, three layers of powerful protective formations were deployed. The entire room was shrouded in a layer of faint purple-gold light, and no evil things could enter.
A faint white light flashed, and the souls of Dean and Sam sat up from their bodies. They looked down at their bodies with surprise on their faces.
Dean: Ah! Nothing beats the feeling of firing a blank gun. What's Plan B? Oh, I feel like I'm touching Demi Moore.
Pamela said to the air: Okay, I guess you are already over there. Remember, I have to bring you back. I will chant a spell in your ears.
Pamela bent down and whispered in Dean's ear
Pamela: Your ass is really nice.
Dean turned his head suddenly: What did she say? What did she say?
Sam couldn't help laughing, "I didn't hear anything."
"You must have heard it! She teased me!" Dean said angrily, and then he and Sam walked through the wall and disappeared into the air.
Pamela straightened up and blinked at Bai Haorui: "How is it? Is my move good? I really want to see how stupid he is."
Bai Haorui smiled helplessly, "Stop teasing him. He has a hard time with his brain."
The streets from the soul's perspective are gray and everything looks blurry. Dean and Sam wander around the town, passing through walls and pedestrians
Dean put his hand into Sam's body and shook it: Did I make you uncomfortable?
Sam slapped Dean's hand away: Get out of my body.
Dean: You are so conservative. Please. We have been wandering around this town for several hours. There are no demons, no black smoke. I say we go to Victoria's Secret and take a peek, how about it?
Sam suddenly stopped: Hey, hey. Three o'clock. That kid in the window. Am I crazy, or is he looking at us?
Dean looked in the direction Sam pointed: because we have seen him.
Sam: Have you seen it?
Dean: In the newspaper. Cole Griffith. The last person to die in this town.
They walked through the wall and walked into Cole's room. Cole's mother sat beside the bed, holding a photo of Cole in her hand, crying softly.
Cole's mom: Cole? It's mom. Your dad thinks I'm crazy. Are you here? A picture frame fell down. I swear it's you, baby. Are you still here with me?
A football bounced up from the ground and rolled to Cole's mother's feet. Cole stood in the corner of the room, looking at his mother
Dean looked at Cole in surprise: Sam! How did he do it?
Cole turned around and looked at Dean and Sam: Who are you?
Sam said gently: Relax, Cole. It's okay.
Cole: How do you know my name?
Sam: Look, this may be hard to accept, but you're dead. You're a spirit. So are we.
Cole rolled his eyes: Yeah, thank you, Haley Joel Osment. I know I'm dead. What do you want to do?
Dean: We just want to talk.
Cole: What are you talking about?
Sam: Tell us what happened.
Cole: I was outside all morning. They tell you to be careful when it's cold. Can cold air trigger an asthma attack? Then I went back to my room. Everything happened so fast. I wanted to call mom, but no sound came out. Everything started spinning, and then I just stood there looking at my body.
Sam: Did you see that person at that moment? The creepy old man in the black suit? He wanted you to go with him, but you didn't want to go.
Cole: Death.
Dean: How did you get rid of him?
Cole: I didn't. It was caused by black smoke.
Dean: Black smoke?
Cole: They were everywhere. I hid in the closet. When I came out, they were gone and so was he.
Dean: Do you know where the black smoke went?
Cole: I don't know. But I know where it is now.
The lights in the room started flashing crazily
Cole: They are back.
Sam: Who?
Cole: Another Death.
Tessa was wearing a black dress, standing in the living room, with her back to Dean and Sam. She heard the sound and turned around
Dean ran downstairs: Hey! Hey! Wait, we need to talk to you!
Tessa looked at Dean with complicated eyes: Dean.
Dean looked confused: Do I know you?
Tessa: We have known each other for a long time.
Dean: Honestly, if I had a nickel for every time a girl says that...
Tessa stepped forward and kissed Dean: Then you have to let me help you recall it.
The image of being in the hospital flashed through Dean's mind: He was lying on the hospital bed, Tessa sat next to him, telling him that he was dead
Dean took a step back and widened his eyes: Tessa.
Tessa: That's one of my names, yes.
Sam looked at Dean in surprise: Do you know her?
Dean: The time in the hospital, after the car accident. The time with my dad.
Sam: So this is the Death who came to you.
Dean: Yes.
Tessa: Okay, we had a great time chatting. Now, if you don't mind...
She turned around to go upstairs
Dean: Wait, wait, wait. You can't take that child away.
Tessa turned around: Why?
Dean: Because the devil is in town. They have captured your Death friend. That kid knows where.
Tessa: So?
Sam: So you should leave quickly. For all we know, they might take you away too.
Tessa: This town is out of control. Someone has to clean up the mess.
Dean: Yes, we understand. But the situation now is special.
Tessa: What's so special, your battle between angels and demons? I don't care. I just want to do my job.
Sam: We want to help you do your job. So if you could get out of town for a while...
Tessa: No.
Dean: Can you wait until we resolve this matter before starting? Please.
Tessa was silent for a while: Okay, but make it clear, when I start harvesting, the first one will be that child.
Dean: Understood.
Tessa: I'll go find him.
Dean: Wait, wait, wait. What... what are you going to tell him?
Tessa: What I should say.
Cole sat on the window sill, looking at the street outside. Sam walked into the room and sat down next to him.
Sam: All of this must be quite overwhelming to you, right? And scary.
Cole: The worst thing is my mom. It's so hard to see her like this. She always comes in and talks to me and tells me how sad she is. I knock something down to let her know I'm here, but she just gets sadder.
Sam: Yeah. You should probably throw less football.
Cole: I won't tell you where the black smoke is.
Sam looked at Cole with complicated eyes: Hey. What if I told you, if you help me, you will never have to leave here?
Cole turned his head suddenly: Where is the one downstairs? Tessa?
Sam: Oh, she won't bother you. Not any Death. You can stay here with your family for as long as you want.
Cole: Can you do it?
Sam: Yes, of course I can do it.
Cole: You swear?
Sam stretched out his hand: I swear.
Tessa stood in front of the window, looking at the moon outside. Dean walked to her side.
Tessa: Life is interesting, isn't it?
Dean: What? You... are you seducing me?
Tessa smiled: You are the one who slipped away from me, Dean. You would be surprised how often this happens to me.
Dean: Can I whisper to you?
Tessa: Who can I tell?
Dean: For a whole year after our experience, I always felt like there was a hole in my heart. Like something was missing. I don't know what it was. But do you know what it was? It was you. The pain of losing my dad and Sammy. I wish I had left with you. But I guess things are different now.
Tessa: What? The angel on your shoulder?
Dean: So you also know?
Dean: Hey, don't get me wrong. Most of the angels I've ever met were winged assholes. But still... you know, I've done some things. Horrible things. And yet someone up there decided to give me a second chance. It makes me feel like... I don't know.
Tessa nodded: Uh-huh.
Sam and Cole came down from upstairs.
Sam: Hey, guys.
Dean: Hey, Cole.
Tessa smiled at Cole: I am Tessa. I will not hurt you.
Sam: It's okay, Cole. Tell them what you told me.
Cole: I saw black smoke at my funeral.
Dean: In the cemetery?
Cole: In the funeral home. Everywhere.
The lights in the house began to flash wildly, and the door was slammed open. A huge cloud of black smoke poured in and swirled in the room.
Dean: Did you do it?
Sam: No.
Dean: Tessa? Cole, are you okay?
The black smoke disappeared. Tessa disappeared.
Dean punched the wall: Damn it! How should we fight that one?
Sam: I don't know. Learn some ghost tricks?
Dean: Study tonight? OK, we'll meet at Mr. Miyagi's place.
Cole looked confused: Who is Mr. Miyagi?
There were all kinds of debris scattered in the backyard. Cole stood in the center of the yard, and Dean and Sam stood opposite him.
Cole: If you don't pay attention, it won't move.
Dean stared at a small windmill on the ground, frowning and staring: I am concentrating. Come on, my Xiaobao baby, Kang is busy.
The small windmill slowly turned.
Dean: Are you having cramps?
Sam: Okay, little Yoda, let us see what you are capable of.