"Do you think Jessie would want you to be like this?" Little Sam continued, with a sharper tone, "She loves you. What she loves is the kind, upright Sam·Winchester who wants to help others. Do you think she will be happy that you use her as an excuse? Do you think she will be happy to see you addicted to drinking demon blood and working with demons?"
"I'm sorry. Really." Sam's voice trembled, tears streaming down her face, "But life doesn't go the way you imagined it would when you were 14. We'll never be normal. We'll never escape. Grow up."
"Maybe you are right." A strange smile suddenly appeared on Little Sam's lips, "Maybe there is no possibility of escape at all. After all, how can you escape from what is inside you?"
His eyes instantly turned yellow, like two burning flames. They were exactly the same as Azazel's eyes.
Sam backed away in horror, and his back hit the wall. His eyes widened, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar self in front of him, unable to say a word.
"Pah--!"
The last complete Clear Heart Talisman on the chest suddenly cracked and turned into fragments scattered on the ground.
The hallucination disappeared.
Sam slid to the ground, holding his head and burst into tears. Tears flowed down his cheeks and dripped on the ground. He now felt that he could never get rid of the demon blood in his body, and could never get rid of this curse. He was born to be a monster.
Bai Haorui drove a black pickup truck, speeding on the highway. He set off from South Dakota at nine in the morning and arrived at New York Queens at one in the afternoon. This was already the fastest speed he could drive.
There was a yellow cordon around the primary school building, and several policemen stood outside the cordon, talking solemnly. The door to the teaching building was closed, and it looked very eerie.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and a faint smell of sulfur, which could be smelled even from hundreds of meters away.
Bai Haorui parked the car on the side of the road, opened the door and walked out. He was wearing a black hoodie and a baseball cap, and hid the mahogany sword in his backpack. He bypassed the cordon and climbed in through a broken window behind the teaching building.
The corridor was clean, with various cute cartoon patterns painted on the walls, including little rabbits, little tigers, and sunflowers. But these cute patterns looked particularly weird now, as if they were silently telling the tragedy that had happened here. The floor was wiped spotless.
The sun shone in through the broken windows, casting mottled light and shadow on the ground. The entire teaching building was deathly silent, not even a bird chirping could be heard.
"Are you Bai Haorui?"
A voice came from the end of the corridor.
Bai Haorui raised his head and saw a man walking out of the shadows. He was about thirty years old, wearing a black leather jacket and jeans stained with dust. His hair was short and there was a long scar on his face, extending from his forehead to his chin. He was holding a modified salt gun in his hand and looked at Bai Haorui warily.
"It's me." Bai Haorui nodded, "Are you Mike?"
"Yes. Bobby told me you would come." Mike breathed a sigh of relief and put down the salt gun in his hand, "Thank God you are here. I can't handle this thing by myself."
"How is the situation?" Bai Haorui asked, closing his eyes at the same time, running Divine Sense to sweep across the entire teaching building. A strong evil aura came from a classroom on the third floor, mixed with the child's painful resentment.
"The teacher's name is Smith. During the third period yesterday morning, he suddenly locked the classroom door and killed all the children in the class with a machete. Sixty-six children in total." Mike's voice was slightly choked, and his fists were clenched tightly, and his knuckles were white." After the police arrived, he committed suicide. He slit his throat with a machete and died on the podium. But since then, the building has become haunted. You can hear the crying of children and the laughter of Smith at night. Several police officers who went in to check were frightened and went insane."
"It's not haunted. It's possessed by a demon." Bai Haorui said calmly and opened his eyes, "Teacher Smith should be possessed by a low-level demon. This demon was attracted by the energy released when the seal was broken. After it killed the children, it stayed here and sucked the children's resentment. It has now become much more powerful than ordinary low-level demons."
At this moment, the door of a classroom at the end of the corridor suddenly opened with a "squeak".
There were the sounds of children reading and the gentle voice of a man lecturing.
"Very good, the students read well. Now we ask classmate Keston to explain the meaning of this poem to everyone."
The voice came through clearly, sounding warm and normal. But in this empty teaching building, it seemed particularly weird and terrifying.
"That's the classroom." Mike clenched the salt gun in his hand and said nervously, "None of the police who went in could tell what was going on inside. They just kept screaming, and then they went crazy."
"You wait here. I'll go in alone." Bai Haorui said to Mike, then took out the mahogany sword from his backpack and walked towards the classroom step by step.
His steps were very light and he didn't make a sound. The purple-gold True Gang flowed slowly inside his body, ready to explode at any time.
He walked to the door of the classroom, took a deep breath, and reached out to push the door open.
The sight in front of him made his pupils shrink suddenly.
The classroom was brightly lit, and sixty-six children were sitting at their desks, reading seriously with their heads lowered. They were wearing colorful school uniforms and carrying small schoolbags. They looked no different from ordinary primary school students. The sun shone in through the windows and fell on their faces. Everything looked so beautiful.
Teacher Smith is standing on the podium, with his back to him, writing on the blackboard. He is wearing a white shirt, a pair of black trousers, and holding a Mark pen in his hand.
But Bai Haorui could tell something was wrong at a glance.
The faces of these children were as pale as paper, without a trace of blood. Their eyes were hollow and without any focus. Their reading sounds were terrifyingly neat, like robots, without any emotion.
Moreover, they all had deep knife marks on their necks. Blood flowed from the knife marks, staining their school uniforms and desks red.
Teacher Smith on the podium slowly turned around.
There was a smile on his face, and his eyes were pure black without a trace of white. There was a huge wound on his throat, and the skin was turned out, exposing the trachea and cervical vertebrae inside. Blood flowed down his shirt and pooled on the podium.
"Welcome to my class." He said in a strange, hoarse voice, "New students, please find a seat and sit down. We are about to start class."
As soon as the words fell, the children raised their heads at the same time.
There was no expression on their faces, and their eyes turned pure black, all looking at Bai Haorui.
"You monster, you will die!"
Bai Haorui shouted loudly, and pointed the mahogany sword directly at Smith. The purple-gold True Gang flowed along the sword body, and the Three-Five Evil-Slaying Talisman inscriptions engraved on the sword instantly lit up, emitting a dazzling golden light. The five Five Emperor Coins on the hilt also jingled, exuding a powerful power to suppress evil.
"You don't know how to live or die!" the demon roared angrily and jumped down from the podium. Its nails became sharp and long, shining with a cold black light.
At the same time, the resentful spirits of the sixty-six children also rushed forward. They stretched out their pale hands and grabbed Bai Haorui's limbs. Their eyes were filled with blood and tears, and screams came from their mouths.
Bai Haorui did not dodge or dodge, he made secrets with his left hand, and muttered words in his mouth, "Xuanzong of heaven and earth, the root of ten thousand Qi. I have cultivated it for hundreds of millions of kalpas and proved my magical power!"
A golden light shield appeared in front of him, blocking the attacks of the children's resentful spirits. The resentful spirits hit the light shield and let out painful screams, and bursts of black smoke came out of their bodies.
At the same time, Bai Haorui waved his right hand, and the peach wood sword struck the devil fiercely with a sound of breaking through the air.
"Clang!"
The peach wood sword struck the demon's body, making a loud sound like gold and iron. The demon screamed and took a few steps back, with bursts of black smoke coming out of his body.
"You damn guy! I'm going to tear you apart!" The demon roared angrily, waving his hands, and countless black resentments condensed into sharp claws, grabbing at Bai Haorui.
Bai Haorui tiptoed the ground and dodged the attack with a light body. He flicked his left hand, and three Evil-Suppressing Talisman came out. With golden light, they were accurately attached to the demon's forehead, chest and dantian.
"Ah--!"
The demon let out a shrill scream and his body began to twitch violently. The golden light on Evil-Suppressing Talisman became brighter and brighter, burning the demon's soul like a soldering iron.
At this moment, the resentful spirits of several children bypassed the light shield and pounced on Bai Haorui from behind.
Bai Haorui was already on guard. With a thought in his mind, the five Five Emperor Coins on the sword hilt flew out, forming a golden five-pointed star array in the air.
"The five emperors suppress evil spirits and all ghosts hide them!"
Five Emperor Coins emits a dazzling golden light, sending the resentful spirits of the children flying away. Five Emperor Coins is a coin minted by an ancient emperor. It has been circulating for hundreds of years and has gathered the yang energy of the world and the spirit of the emperor. Qi has a very strong restraining effect on the soul. What's more, these five Five Emperor Coins have been warmed by Bai Haorui and True Gang for many years, and their power is even more extraordinary.
Bai Haorui stepped forward, and the peach wood sword pierced the devil's heart.
At the same time, he activated True Fire in his body. A trace of red flame surged out from his fingertips and poured into the demon's body along the peach wood sword.
"No--!"
The demon let out one last scream, and his body was instantly burned to death by True Fire, leaving not even a fragment of his soul behind.
After the demon was eliminated, the children's resentful spirits returned to normal. They no longer attacked Bai Haorui, but just stood there, looking at him blankly. Their faces still showed the fear and pain before death.
Bai Haorui put away the mahogany sword and looked at these poor children, feeling a pang in his heart.
He did not directly disperse their grievances. He knew that these children died too tragically and had heavy grievances. If they were forcibly dispersed, their souls would be scattered and they would never be reincarnated.
Bai Haorui closed his eyes and started running Divine Sense.
His consciousness slowly sank into the children's memories.
He saw that sunny morning, the children were reading and playing seriously in the classroom. Teacher Smith's expression became very strange. He locked the classroom door and took out a machete from under the podium.
He saw the frightened eyes of the children and heard their desperate cries.
He saw the machete fall and blood splatter.
One after another, the children fell in despair in a pool of blood.
A little girl was hiding under the table, trembling with fear. Teacher Smith found her and dragged her out.
"Teacher, can you please stop killing me? My mother is still waiting for me to come home for my birthday." the little girl cried.
But teacher Smith still raised the machete.
Bai Haorui felt the fear, pain and despair of the children before they died. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and he was so painful that he couldn't breathe.
He injected a trace of himself True Gang into the soul of each child, gently wrapping their painful memories. He used his own strength to share their pain.
Slowly, the fear and pain on the children's faces disappeared. Their eyes became clear.
"Thank you, uncle." The little girl said softly, showing a sweet smile to Bai Haorui.
Then, she turned into a white light and disappeared into the air.
The other children also bowed to Bai Haorui, and then turned into streaks of white light and disappeared.
Calm returned to the classroom. Only scattered desks and chairs and blood stains on the walls remained.
Bai Haorui walked to the podium and lit a rebirth talisman. He clasped his hands together and softly recited the "Tai Shang Cave Xuan Ling Bao Sutra for Saving Suffering and Eradicating Sin" to save the children.
The golden talisman burned and turned into a wisp of smoke, drifting out the window.
Mike walked in from the outside, looked at the empty classroom, and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, Bai Haorui." He said sincerely, "You saved this building and those children."
"You're welcome." Bai Haorui shook his head, his eyes solemn, "This is just the beginning. The seal is still breaking, and more and more terrifying things will come out later. Take care of yourself. If you encounter something that cannot be solved, just call Bobby."
After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out of the teaching building.
The sun has begun to set in the west, and golden sunlight is shining on the earth. But Bai Haorui's heart is cold. He knows that there is not much time left for him.
He started the car and drove towards the next destination-Port of Nome, Alaska.
As night fell, only a dim desk lamp was turned on in the living room of Bobby's house. The orange light barely illuminated a corner of the room, and the rest of the place was shrouded in darkness.
Dean was sitting on the sofa, drinking beer constantly. There was a pile of empty beer cans at his feet. He stared blankly ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.
Bobby was sitting opposite him, smoking a cigar. Amidst the smoke, his face looked even older and tired.
In the magic-proof secret room downstairs, it has been quiet for a long time, and there is no sound of Sam. This kind of silence is more disturbing than the previous shouts.
"I'll go check on him." Dean put down the beer can in his hand, stood up, and walked toward the basement.
Walking to the door of the magic-proof secret room, he gently opened the cover of the iron window and looked inside.
Sam was sitting cross-legged on the ground, with his back to him, motionless, looking particularly lonely and lonely.
Dean looked at Sam's back, and felt a sting in his heart. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he said nothing. He gently closed the lid of the iron window, turned around and left.
He returned to the living room, picked up his coat, and walked to the door.
"Where are you going?" Bobby raised his head and asked.
"I'm going to summon Castiel." Dean's voice was low, "I want to ask him what happened and what Heaven is planning to do. They can't just disappear."
"Be careful, Dean." Bobby warned, "Those angels are not trustworthy. They have their own agenda."
"I know." Dean nodded, opened the door and walked out.
The dark scrapyard was filled with old cars and scrap metal. A few dogs barked in the distance, making the surroundings even more silent.
Dean stood among a pile of scrap metal and had been waiting for a long time. He kept pacing back and forth, raising his head to look at the sky from time to time, his face full of anxiety and impatience.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and prayed silently in his heart. "Castiel, come out. I have something to ask you. Hurry up, I don't have time to waste with you."
After a few minutes, there was still no response.
Dean kicked the scrap metal next to him irritably, making a loud "clang" sound.
"Damn it! Are you going to get out!" he shouted angrily, "Sam is dying! Apocalypse is coming! What on earth are you angels doing! Didn't you say you want to save this world?"
A white light flashed.
Castiel appeared behind him, looking at him expressionlessly. He was still wearing the iconic windbreaker, and his hair was meticulously combed. But there seemed to be a hint of exhaustion and confusion in his eyes.
"I finally gave up. I've been shouting here for almost two and a half hours." Dean turned around and said angrily.
"What do you want?" There was no emotion in Castiel's voice.
"Can you tell me first what happened to Illinois?" Dean stared at Castiel, his eyes full of questioning, "You were about to tell me something at that time, and then you were caught back to Heaven. What on earth could make an angel scared like that?"
"What do you mean?" Castiel pretended to be confused and avoided Dean's gaze.
"Stop pretending. I remember your expression clearly at that time." Dean's tone became more severe, "You are scared and panicked. What on earth is going on?"
"It's nothing important." Castiel said calmly.
"You were severely punished at Heaven, but that's not important?" Dean said sarcastically, "Or do you dare not tell me at all? They threatened you, right?"
Castiel was silent.
"Dean, I can't." After a long time, he whispered, "I'm sorry. Tell me the real reason why you are looking for me. It's about Sam, right?"
Dean took a deep breath and suppressed the anger in his heart.
"Can he do it?" His tone softened, his eyes full of expectation and uneasiness, "Kill Lilith and stop Apocalypse?"
"It's possible, yes." Castiel nodded, "But as you know, he must take certain necessary steps."
"Increase the dose of Hell's blood!" Dean's face darkened.
"Not your brother. Our only problem is..." Castiel hesitated to speak.
"If I do this, Sammy won't be needed?" Dean interrupted him, his eyes full of determination, "I will be the angel's weapon, and I will kill Lilith. As long as I can change Sam back to his original self, I will do anything."
Castiel looked at Dean with complicated eyes.
"If you want to think so." He nodded.
"Oh my God, you've been becoming more and more of an asshole lately." Dean cursed, then walked away a few steps and sighed deeply.
After a while, Dean turned around and looked at Castiel firmly.
"Okay, I'll join," he said.
"Are you willing to devote yourself completely to God and his angels?" Castiel's expression became serious.
"Yes, that's right." Dean said without hesitation.
"Say it." Castiel demanded.
"I am completely dedicated to serving God and you guys." Dean said every word, each word hitting his heart like a stone.
"Do you swear to obey his will and word as quickly and obediently as you obeyed your father?" Castiel continued to ask.
"Yes, I swear. What should I do now?" Dean was a little impatient.
"Now you wait, we will summon you when the time comes." After Castiel finished speaking, a white light flashed and disappeared into the night sky.
Dean stood there, looking at the place where Castiel disappeared, his eyes full of complex emotions. He looked up at the dark sky, feeling confused.
He didn't know whether his choice was right or wrong. He only knew that he couldn't lose Sam.
Bai Haorui drove for twelve hours and finally arrived at Port of Nome, Alaska in the early morning of the next day.
The icy sea breeze howled, rolling up waves and lapping at the rocks on the pier. The temperature had dropped below zero, fine snowflakes were flying in the air, and visibility was very low. There were more than a dozen fishing boats parked on the pier, and there was no one on board, making it look particularly deserted.
Bai Haorui parked the car at the pier and opened the door. A biting cold wind blew in his face, cutting his face like a knife. He wrapped his coat tightly and walked towards an old man standing by the pier.
The old man was about sixty years old. Most of his hair was white and his face was covered with deep wrinkles. His eyes were covered with a white cloth and he held a cane in his hand. He stood there quietly, listening to the sound of the waves.
"Are you Bai Haorui?" The old man heard the footsteps and turned his head and asked.
"It's me." Bai Haorui nodded, "Mr. Ryan, your eyes..."
"I am the captain of that fishing fleet." Old Ryan smiled bitterly, "Three days ago, we went out to sea to fish. When we drove to a place about fifty nautical miles away from the port, a black mist floated on the sea. Nothing could be seen in the mist. It had a pungent stench, like rotten eggs. All of us were shrouded in fog, and then there was a sharp pain in our eyes, and then we couldn't see anything. Other brothers were even worse than me. They were not only blind, but also crazy, and they are all in mental hospitals now."
"That's not an ordinary fog. It should be Hell Mist." Bai Haorui said, "The seal broke and the energy of Hell leaked out, forming this kind of fog. It can burn the human soul and cause blindness and insanity. Ordinary medical methods are of no use at all."