Dean waved his hands quickly, with a constipated expression on his face. "Wait! Wait! Last time you teleported me to a certain place, I didn't poop for a week! It felt so uncomfortable. Let's drive there."
Castiel nodded. "Okay. Let's drive there."
Dean put on his clothes, packed his things, and walked out of the motel with Castiel. The sun shone on them, but it did not bring any warmth. Dean started Impala, and the car made a low roar and drove in the direction of Maine.
Tennessee zhou Nashville, Jake's Bar-B-Que. 12:23 noon.
The barbecue restaurant was bustling with people, and the air was filled with the rich smell of hickory wood, the smell of burnt meat, and the smell of sweet and sour barbecue sauce, which made people salivate. On the wall were posters signed by country music legends such as Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson. The wooden tables and chairs were shiny with the grease plates of time. In the corner, a three-person band was playing guitar and singing "Jolene" with a hoarse and gentle voice.
Bai Haorui was sitting near the window, with a full pound of slow-smoked pork ribs in front of him. The ribs were grilled to a deep amber color, with a shiny oily surface. The gravy dripped down Bones and accumulated a small puddle on the white porcelain plate. Next to it were roasted sweet corn, creamy mashed potatoes sprinkled with black pepper, and a small plate of pickles.
He picked up the disposable gloves and put them on, reached out and picked up a rib, and with a slight tear, the soft meat completely fell off from Bones, revealing the pink texture inside. He opened his mouth and took a big bite, and the meat melted in the mouth. The smoky flavor of hickory wood penetrated deep into the bone marrow, mixed with the sweet, sour, spicy and a little bit of smoky bitterness of the secret barbecue sauce. The layers were amazingly rich.
"This is called barbecue." Bai Haorui's eyes lit up instantly, and he sighed contentedly, his voice unclear. "Slow smoking for twelve hours is indeed different. The meat is roasted and there is no firewood at all. It is a hundred times more delicious than Chicago's Internet celebrity barbecue restaurants."
He took another bite, picked up the iced sweet tea next to him and took a big sip. The cold sweet tea neutralized the greasiness of the barbecue, giving it a great taste.
The owner of the barbecue restaurant Jake walked over. He was a strong man in his fifties, with a thick brown beard and a round belly. He wore a white apron stained with oil and had a simple smile on his face. His hands were covered with calluses, the marks left by years of barbecue.
Jake patted Bai Haorui on the shoulder and said in a loud voice, "Young man, is this your first time in my store? Seeing how delicious you are, I know you are knowledgeable."
Bai Haorui nodded, still chewing the meat. "Yes, this is my first time here Nashville. I have long heard that your ribs are the best in the state, and it is indeed well-deserved."
Jake smiled proudly, showing his yellow teeth. "Of course. My barbecue sauce is an ancestral recipe. It uses more than 20 spices and is simmered for eight hours. The ribs are all free-range pigs from local farms. They are slaughtered and grilled every day, and they are slow-smoked with hickory wood for twelve hours. It's not even a minute off."
"No wonder it's so delicious." Bai Haorui said. "By the way, boss, I want to ask you about a place. Lebanon Black Manor on the outskirts of the town, do you know?"
Jake's face changed instantly, his smile disappeared without a trace, and his eyes were full of fear. He looked left and right, and then lowered his voice and said, "Boy, you must not go to that place. It is a haunted house, and it is very haunted. Several young girls have disappeared in the town recently."
Bai Haorui raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Old witch? Real or fake?"
"I really don't know." Jake said, his voice even lower. "In the legend, the old witch is called Agnes Black. She lived there more than a hundred years ago. It is said that she sacrificed a virgin's heart in exchange for Eternal youth. A few young people who did not believe in evil went on an adventure before, but they never appeared again. The police went to investigate, but found nothing. The place is very evil. Women's cries are heard at night, and some people have seen black shadows wandering in the manor."
Bai Haorui smiled and patted Jake's arm. "Thank you for the reminder, boss. I was just curious and asked, so I won't go."
After finishing the last rib, Bai Haorui threw Bones on the plate and wiped his mouth. He took out his wallet to pay, packed another portion of ribs and two baked potatoes, and put them in his backpack.
"Boss, goodbye." Bai Haorui waved his hand.
"Goodbye, boy." Jake said. "Mark my words, never go to the Black Manor."
Bai Haorui smiled, walked out of the barbecue restaurant without saying anything.
10:17 pm, Tennessee zhou Lebanon town, Black Manor.
The manor is located on a hill on the outskirts of the town, surrounded by a dense black forest. The moonlight shines through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled shadows on the ground, like distorted faces. The gate of the manor is a rusty iron fence, covered with withered vines, which looks eerie. The wind blows through the woods, making a "whining" sound, like a woman's cry.
Bai Haorui parked the off-road vehicle in the forest and walked to the gate of the manor. He was wearing a black jacket, carrying a mahogany sword on his back, hanging Five Emperor Coins and a cloth bag with a yellow talisman on his waist. Lotus Seal's eyebrows lit up slightly, and Divine Sense was like a large invisible net that instantly covered the entire manor.
"The six witches are all at the altar in the basement." Bai Haorui said to himself, in a very low voice. "There is a sixteen-year-old girl tied to the altar who is still breathing. She is going to be sacrificed. There are also thirteen black cats in the manor, all of them are her spies, and they have discovered me."
As soon as he finished speaking, thirteen black cats rushed over from all directions. Their eyes glowed with a faint green light, their mouths let out shrill screams, and their sharp claws shone coldly in the moonlight.
Bai Haorui snorted coldly. "How dare Hakimi be so presumptuous."
He quickly formed a seal with his left hand and silently recited "All those who are facing the enemy, march forward in formation" Nine-Syllable Mantra. As he chanted the mantra, his fingertips lit up with golden light. With a flick of his wrist, nine Evil-Breaking Talisman flew out at the same time, turning into nine golden rays of light, accurately hitting the nine black cats.
"Meow--"
The black cats who were hit let out shrill screams, and their bodies burned instantly, turning into a ball of black ashes that dispersed in the wind.
Seeing that the situation was not going well, the remaining four black cats turned around and wanted to run away. Bai Haorui raised his right hand, and Five Emperor Coins turned into four golden lights and shot out like bullets, hitting the four black cats between their eyebrows respectively.
The four black cats froze in place, their bodies slowly turning into a puddle of black sewage, seeping into the soil, leaving only four tufts of black cat hair.
"After taking care of the spy, it's time to deal with the real owner."
Bai Haorui kicked open the door of the manor. The door made a "clang" sound and fell to the ground, raising a puff of dust and smoke. The mahogany sword was unsheathed, and the purple-gold True Gang was injected into the sword body along the arm. The Three-Five Evil-Slaying Talisman inscription on the sword instantly lit up, emitting a dazzling golden light, illuminating the dark manor.
He walked quickly through the living room. The living room was covered with dust and cobwebs, and the furniture was covered with white cloth. It looked like no one had lived there for a long time. There were many yellowed old photos hanging on the wall. The people in the photos were all wearing clothes from more than a hundred years ago, looking ahead with empty eyes, as if they were silently telling something.
When I walked to the door of the basement, a strong smell of blood and putrid smell hit my face, which made me sick. There were low sounds of curses and the faint cry of a girl coming from the basement.
The voice of the witch leader Agnes came from the basement, sharp and hoarse, like scratching the glass with nails. "Who?"
Bai Haorui's voice was cold and emotionless. "Kill your people."
He opened the door and walked into the basement. There were more than a dozen white candles burning in the basement, and the candlelight flickered, illuminating the entire room. In the center of the room was a stone altar with strange runes engraved on it, and a girl in a white dress tied to it. The girl was about sixteen years old, with long brown hair, a pale face, and her eyes were closed. She was unconscious. There were five young witches standing around the altar, all wearing black robes, with strange red runes painted on their faces, and holding sharp daggers in their hands.
Agnes stood in front of the altar, holding a staff made of human bones in her hand. She looked about seventy years old, her face was covered with deep wrinkles, and her skin was sagging and saggy, like a piece of crumpled paper. Her eyes were red and shining with an evil light. Her nails were long and black, like eagle claws.
When Agnes saw Bai Haorui, he screamed, his voice shrill and harsh. "Damn it! You want to destroy my ritual! I will dig out your heart and sacrifice it to the God of Darkness! You will never be reincarnated!"
She waved her hand, and five young witches rushed over at the same time, chanting spells in their mouths, and their daggers shone coldly in the candlelight.
Bai Haorui took his time, pressed his toes against the ground, took a step back, and dodged the first witch's dagger. "It's a small trick."
He quickly formed seals with his left hand and recited "Supreme Three Officials Ghost-Slaying Mantra" in his mouth. "The official of heaven bestows blessings, the official of earth pardons sins, and the official of water relieves misfortune. The Xuanzong of heaven and earth has the root of Wanqi. I have cultivated it for hundreds of millions of kalpas and proved my magical powers. Within and outside the three realms, only the Tao is the most respected."
As he recited the incantation, a golden light lit up in the palm of his left hand. The light became stronger and stronger, and finally formed a small Tai Chi pattern. He slapped the first witch on the chest with his palm.
"Ah--"
The witch let out a shrill scream, and her body began to melt rapidly as if sulfuric acid had been poured on it. Black smoke came out of her body, and her skin, muscles, and Bones disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally turned into a puddle of black sewage, with not even Bones left.
The remaining four witches turned pale with fright, stopped in their tracks, and did not dare to step forward. Their eyes were full of fear when they looked at Bai Haorui.
Agnes screamed angrily, the sound almost piercing people's eardrums. "Trash! They are all trash! Give it to me! Kill him! Whoever kills him, I will pass on the secret of eternal youth to him!"
The four witches looked at each other, gritted their teeth, and rushed over again. Their eyes were full of greed and fear.
Bai Haorui snorted coldly and shook the mahogany sword. The purple-gold True Gang flowed on the sword, making a "buzzing" sound. "I don't know whether to live or die."
His figure was like lightning, shuttling between the four witches. His speed was so fast that the witches couldn't see his movements clearly. They could only see a purple-gold shadow flashing beside them. Every time the peach wood sword was swung, it would bring up a purple-gold sword energy, with fierce evil-destroying power.
The first sword pierced the throat of the second witch. Blood spurted out and sprinkled on the ground, making a "sizzling" sound.
The second sword cut off the third witch's arm. The broken arm fell to the ground, and her fingers continued to twitch.
The third sword split open the fourth witch's head. The red and white brains splashed all over the floor.
The fourth sword pierced the heart of the fifth witch. The witch's body stiffened for a moment, and then she fell to the ground, dead.
In less than ten seconds, all four young witches fell to the ground, dead. The basement was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was nauseating.
Agnes saw that all her disciples were killed, the red light in her eyes became even brighter. A ferocious expression appeared on her face, and she looked even more terrifying. "You damn bastard! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to make your life worse than death!"
She raised the bone staff and shot a black energy wave at Bai Haorui. The energy wave carried a strong smell of blood and putrefaction. Wherever it passed, the air was corroded to the point of making a "sizzling" sound, and a deep ravine appeared on the ground.
Bai Haorui's eyes focused, and he quickly formed a seal with his left hand, forming a purple-gold True Gang shield in front of him. "Break it!"
The black energy wave hit the True Gang shield hard, making a loud noise. The shield shook violently, and cracks appeared. Bai Haorui took three steps back.
: This old witch is quite capable, and is stronger than I thought. Her black magic has been practiced to a very high level, and it seems she cannot afford to be careless.
Agnes laughed triumphantly, the laughter was sharp and harsh, with a bit of bravado. "How about it? Do you know how powerful I am? Now kneel down and beg for mercy, and I can give you a good time. Otherwise, I will let you taste the most painful torture in the world."
Bai Haorui wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes became even colder. "Begging for mercy? It's you who should beg for mercy. You have killed so many innocent girls. Today I will do justice to God and make you pay with blood."
He took a deep breath and activated the Three Altars Pure Yang True Fire deep in the Dantian. A blazing energy rose from the Dantian and flowed throughout the body along the meridians. At the same time, he activated the faint Nezha's Samadhi True Fire ember in the Lotus Seal between the eyebrows. Two flames, one red and one gold, wrapped around the peach wood sword, forming a three-layer superimposed evil-destroying flame. The temperature of the flame was extremely high, and the surrounding air was roasted and distorted.
Bai Haorui shouted loudly, his voice was like thunder. "Three Altars True Fire·Fen Xie!"
He held the sword with both hands and slashed forward with all his strength. A huge flaming sword energy shot out of the air, slashing towards Agnes with a destructive momentum. Wherever the flaming sword energy passed, the ground was scorched black, the candles melted instantly, and the stone altar began to glow red.
Agnes's face changed drastically, and her eyes were full of fear. She finally realized that she had met an opponent she could not compete with. "No! What kind of fire is this! Why is my black magic useless to it!"
She quickly raised the bone staff and formed a black energy shield in front of her. The shield was covered with strange runes and shone with black light.
"Bang!"
The flaming sword energy hit the energy shield hard, and the shield shattered instantly, falling apart like glass. The flaming sword energy remained unabated and struck Agnes's body.
"Ah--!"
Agnes let out a scream, and her body was wrapped in flames. Her black magic was vulnerable to Samadhi True Fire. The flames burned from her skin to her muscles, and then to Bones, and her body shrank rapidly in the flames.
"I'm not willing to give in! I'm not willing to give in! I've lived for one hundred and fifty years! I still don't want to die!" Agnes struggled painfully in the flames with a shrill voice.
Bai Haorui looked at her coldly, "This is the fate of all your evil deeds."
A few minutes later, Agnes's body slowly burned out in the flames, and finally turned into a pile of black ashes, which was blown away by the wind. Only the staff made of human bones was left, which fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.
Bai Haorui put away the mahogany sword and the flame slowly disappeared. He walked quickly to the altar and untied the rope that tied the girl. The girl slowly opened her eyes and saw Bai Haorui, she was so scared that she trembled all over and shed tears.
"Don't be afraid, it's okay." Bai Haorui showed a gentle smile and tried to be as gentle as possible. "I have beaten the bad guy away. I will take you home."
He picked up the girl and walked out of the basement. The girl hugged Bai Haorui's neck tightly, buried her face in his arms, and cried softly.
Bai Haorui hugged the girl and walked out of the Black Manor, heading towards the town. The moonlight shone on them, as if giving them a silver halo.
He sent the girl home and handed it over to her parents. The girl's parents were so grateful that they were so excited that their eyes filled with tears. They insisted on giving Bai Haorui money, but he politely declined.
"You're welcome, it's just a convenience. If we really need money, you can't afford it." Bai Haorui said. "Take good care of her."
After saying that, he turned and left.
It was already past one in the morning when we drove out of the town. Passing by a 24-hour convenience store, Bai Haorui stopped the car and bought a vanilla milkshake and a chocolate donut.
He sat in the car, drank a cold milkshake, ate donuts, and said to himself, "Done. Next stop, Missouri St. Louis. Bobby said that the state prison there is haunted and several inmates died. I happened to try St. Louis's Imo deep-dish pizza. I heard that their pizza is baked in a cast iron pan. The crust is crispy and the cheese can stretch up to one meter long."
Bai Haorui starts the car and drives in the direction of Missouri: This is just the beginning. Apocalypse has already kicked off, and it is estimated that more and more monsters will run out of Hell in the future. I can save every one.
Maine Waterville City, police station. 2:05 p. m.
The clock on the wall in the lobby of the police station was ticking, and several police officers were sitting at their desks, listlessly processing documents. News about the explosion at the gas station was being broadcast on the TV, and the picture was a mess, with thick smoke billowing.
Dean and Castiel wore FBI uniforms and walked into the police station. Dean walked in front, head held high, looking like a proud federal agent, holding a Carrying a black briefcase, his steps were steady and powerful. Castiel followed behind, his face expressionless, his walking posture as stiff as a robot that had just learned to walk, and his hands hanging straight on both sides of his body, attracting the curious eyes of the police around him.
"Listen, don't talk when you get in, let me deal with it. Do you understand?" Dean stopped, turned around, and whispered to Castiel.
Castiel nodded, expressionless. "Understood."
Dean nodded with satisfaction and turned to the front desk. Deputy Sheriff Framingham at the front desk was reading a newspaper. The headline in the newspaper was "Mysterious explosion occurred at a gas station, dozens of people died." The big black characters were shocking. He was about fifty years old, with gray hair, wrinkles on his face, and tired eyes.
Dean flashed his fake FBI ID, with a professional smile on his face and his big white teeth. "Deputy Sheriff Framingham? Hello. I am Agent Alonzo Mosley, and this is my partner Eddie Moss, Agent Cohen. We are from the FBI. Do you mind if we ask you a few questions?"
The deputy police chief raised his head, looked them up and down, and frowned. "Of course. Let's talk about it here." He pointed to the chair in front of the front desk.
Dean and Castiel opened their chairs and sat down. Dean opened his briefcase, took out a notebook and pen, and got ready to record. Castiel sat upright with his hands on his knees, like a sculpture.
"The gas station thing. That's why you came here, right?" The deputy police chief put down the newspaper, sighed, and his expression became serious.
"Yes." Dean nodded. "Do you mind telling us what happened? The more detailed the better."
The deputy police chief rubbed his temples. "We received a call - there was a riot at the 'Gas-N-Sip' gas station on Highway 4. When a few colleagues and I rushed there, we saw thirty or forty people beating each other there, like crazy, biting and beating everyone they saw. Their eyes were all red, and they roared with unknown meaning in their mouths, completely losing their minds."
Dean"What kind of riot? Did anyone use weapons?"
"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never believe it." The deputy shook his head. "It was a fight to the death - a full-scale, life-and-death fight. They used their fists, their feet, anything in the gas station as weapons. One guy took a fire extinguisher and smashed another guy's head open."
"Do you know what caused it? Is anyone stirring up trouble?" Dean asked while recording in his notebook.
Castiel suddenly spoke, his tone was flat and without any emotion. "Maybe it's angels and demons. They are having small-scale conflicts all over the world. In order to compete for territory and prepare for Apocalypse's future."
Dean's body instantly froze. He quickly turned his head and glared at Castiel, his eyes full of warning, almost popping his eyes out. Then he turned to the deputy police chief, smiled awkwardly, and scratched his head with his hand, trying to cover up his embarrassment.
"Demons. Nothing. Demons, you know - drinking, adultery. Each of us has our own demons, Walter. Right? Everyone has a demon in their heart." Dean said with a dry smile.
The deputy police chief looked at them doubtfully, obviously suspicious. "I guess so." He obviously didn't believe Dean's lies, but he didn't ask further questions.
"Anyway, what happened next? How did the riot end?" Dean quickly changed the topic, scolding Castiel ten thousand times in his heart.
"A damn explosion, that's what it was," the deputy said, his tone even more serious. "They said it was an underground oil tank explosion, but I don't think so."