Reggie quickly rushed to Lindsay, grabbed her arm, and pinned the baseball bat to her neck. Lindsay was so frightened that she screamed again, and tears fell instantly.
"Don't say anything, or I'll kill you!" Reggie said viciously, his eyes full of madness.
"Let her go!" Sam looked at Reggie angrily, with fire finally coming out of his eyes. "This has nothing to do with her! She doesn't know anything! If something happens to you, come to me!"
Tim took out a small glass bottle from his pocket, which contained a dark red liquid that glowed strangely under the light.
"What is this?" Tim shook the glass bottle in his hand. "What do you think this is? This is power juice, Sam boy. This is your favorite thing."
Sam took a step back, his eyes full of disgust and his body trembling slightly. His throat was so dry that it hurt, and every cell in his body was clamoring for desire for it. The familiar, shuddering feeling came back, like a sleeping beast, slowly waking up.
"Take that away." Sam's voice was hoarse and trembling. "Stay away from me."
"Take it away?" Tim sneered. "Wrong. This is for you. Damn it, if what that demon said is not true. Drink it, boy. Drink it, transform, and then kill all the demon scum that killed my best friend. Otherwise she will die."
Sam looked at Lindsay's horrified face. Her tears kept falling down. She looked at Sam, her eyes full of fear and pleading.
Sam struggled in his heart. His reason told him that he could not drink. Once he drank, he would become the monster again, the self he desperately wanted to get rid of. However, if he did not drink, Lindsay would die. Another innocent person would die because of him:
Drink it. I will become stronger. I can easily deal with these two guys and save Lindsay. Then I can go to Town of Holly and kill all the demons. Drink it. Just one sip. It's okay. I can control myself. No... no! I can't! I've quit! I can't touch it anymore! I can't be that monster anymore! I can't let anyone get hurt because of me anymore!
Sam shook his head, his eyes became firm again, with a hint of determination. "You are crazy. I will not drink this thing."
Tim smiled, his smile full of madness. "Watch your friends die, and you will know how fun it is. Come on, Sam. You know what you want to drink. Reach out and take it. You are a monster at heart, stop pretending. You are different from us, you are different from those ordinary people. You are born to be a killer."
Reggie pushed Lindsay forward with force. Lindsay screamed in pain and cried even harder.
"No!" Sam shouted.
Sam rushed forward suddenly. His speed was so fast that Tim didn't react at all. Sam had already hit with one punch. Tim's face. Tim was beaten so hard that he fell backwards, blood spurted out from his nose, the glass bottle in his hand fell to the ground, and the demon's blood spilled all over the floor, exuding a strong smell of blood and a faint smell of sulfur.
Seeing this scene, Reggie roared angrily, raised his baseball bat and hit Sam on the head. Sam ducked sideways, and the baseball bat hit the bar. A big hole was made in the bar. Sam grabbed Reggie's wrist and twisted it hard. Reggie screamed in pain and the baseball bat fell to the ground.
Sam pushed Reggie to the ground, then turned to face Tim. Tim got up from the ground, wiped the blood from his nose, and faced Sam He rushed at him. Sam turned sideways and punched him in the stomach. Tim bent over in pain. Sam punched him in the face again. Tim fell to the ground and fainted.
Reggie got up from the ground, Sam rushed over, grabbed his collar, and pressed him tightly against the wall. Sam's eyes were so cold that it could freeze a person to death, and he exuded a strong aura.
"Get out." Sam's voice was low and hoarse, with a strong murderous intent. "Take your friends and get out of this town. Don't come back again. If you dare to come back again, I won't show mercy anymore."
Reggie was so frightened that he nodded repeatedly. "Okay... okay... we'll leave right away. Let's go right now."
Reggie quickly helped Tim and stumbled out of the bar without looking back.
Sam turned around and looked at Lindsay. Lindsay was standing there blankly, her eyes full of fear and confusion, and her tears kept falling. She looked at Sam as if she were looking at a stranger.
Sam walked towards her, with a gentle voice and a hint of guilt. "Are you okay? I'm sorry for frightening you."
Lindsay took a step back and avoided his hand, his body shaking even more.
"Who are you?" Lindsay's voice was trembling and crying. "Who are you? What was that just now? Is that blood? Why did they let you drink blood?"
Sam He lowered his head and fell silent. He didn't know what to say. What could he say? Tell her the truth?
Missouri St. Louis, Imo's Pizza. 3:41 PM.
People were coming and going in the pizza shop, and the seats were packed. The strong aroma of cheese, tomato sauce and burnt dough filled the air, making people salivate. In the open kitchen, the chefs were baking the pizza on a heavy cast iron stove, making a "sizzling" sound. The pizza slowly expanded inside, and the cheese slowly melted, turning into a golden color.
Bai Haorui There is a 12-inch classic Italian sausage deep-dish pizza in front of him. The pizza is freshly baked and steaming. The thick cheese is stretched into long strands. It is topped with thinly sliced Italian sausage, fresh mushroom slices and black olives. The edges are grilled to a golden crisp and are slightly bulging.
He picked up the pizza cutter and cut off a piece. The cheese was stretched to a length of 20 centimeters, and it had an attractive sheen under the light. He put the pizza on the plate, blew on it, and then took a big bite. The crispy crust made a "click" sound, the rich tomato sauce exploded in his mouth, the salty Italian sausage, and the brushed cheese.
"Yeah, not bad." Bai Haorui sighed with satisfaction and narrowed his eyes. "This is what deep dish pizza should be like. The crust is crispy, the cheese is rich, and the tomato sauce is sweet and sour. It's not as greasy as I thought."
He took another big bite, picked up the ice Coke next to him and took a big sip. The cold Coke flowed down his throat, with the excitement of the bubbles, which perfectly relieved the greasiness of the pizza and reset the temperature of his mouth.
After devouring the pizza, he took out his cell phone and looked through the information on Missouri State Penitentiary sent by Bobby. The information included the history of the prison, floor plans, and detailed reports on several recent deaths.
"Missouri State Penitentiary, built in 1868." Bai Haorui said to himself and nodded. "More than a hundred prisoners have been executed here in history, most of them died unjustly. Recently, two criminals were found dead. In the room, the death was quite horrific, with an expression of extreme fear on the face. The police investigation said it was a heart attack, but it was obviously not. It seems that the ghosts of those who died unjustly were at work. Their grievances were too strong, and they could only wander here to take revenge on all the living people who intruded into their territory."
8:27 pm, Missouri State Penitentiary.
The prison is located on a hill on the outskirts of St. Louis, surrounded by dense woods. The prison walls are made of gray stone, eight meters high, covered with vines and moss, and look eerie and terrifying. The prison door is closed.
Bai Haorui parked the off-road vehicle in the woods southwest of the prison, put on his backpack, and took out the mahogany sword. He affixed a breathing charm to himself to restrain his breath. Then he took a few steps, jumped over the high wall, and landed in the prison yard.
The prison seemed gloomy, and the temperature was at least five degrees lower than outside. The wind blew through the empty yard, making a "whining" sound, like the sound of a cat in heat. The corridor was pitch black.
"So much resentment." Bai Haorui frowned and said to himself. "The souls of the dead prisoners are trapped here and cannot be reincarnated. They can only repeat the pain of death day after day. As time goes by, they turn into evil spirits and start hurting innocent people."
He took out Five Emperor Coins from his pocket and scattered it on the ground. Five Emperor Coins spun around on the ground several times and finally pointed to the death chamber at the deepest part of the prison.
"In the death chamber." Bai Haorui nodded. "That's where the grievances are the most. All the executed prisoners ended their lives there."
He walked forward along the corridor. There were cells on both sides of the corridor, some were open and some were closed. Occasionally, he could hear faint crying and heavy breathing of men in the distance, echoing in the empty prison, which was creepy and a little disgusting.
When he reached the door of the death chamber, Bai Haorui stopped. The door of the death chamber was a heavy iron door, covered with scratches. He took a deep breath and opened the door.
In the center of the death chamber is an old electric chair. The electric chair is covered with dust, and dark blood stains can be seen on the armrests. There is a black hood hanging on the wall, and there are several wires hanging there, like venomous snakes.
There were more than a dozen ghosts standing in the room, all of them were executed prisoners wearing prison uniforms. Their faces were ferocious and filled with resentment. Some had hemp ropes wrapped around their necks, some had bullet holes in their heads, and some had their skin burnt black by electricity.
The ghost with the most obvious power fluctuation was a hanged murderer. He had a thick hemp rope wrapped around his neck, his tongue was stretched out very long, and his eyes were protruding. He looked particularly terrifying. When he saw Bai Haorui, he roared and rushed towards him.
"This is our place! Everyone who lives must die!"
All the ghosts rushed towards Bai Haorui. Their nails were sharp and long, filled with black resentment, and could easily tear open human skin.
Bai Haorui stood still, his voice calm and powerful, with an unquestionable majesty. "You are already dead. Don't linger on the world anymore and hurt innocent people. Otherwise, I will make your souls fly away and you will never be reincarnated."
The ghost laughed crazily, and the laughter was shrill and harsh, echoing in the death chamber. "Leave? We were unjustly accused and died here, and we were tortured before death. Why should we leave? We want revenge! We want to kill all the living people who come in! Let them also taste the suffering we have suffered!"
Bai Haorui shook his head, with a trace of pity flashing in his eyes. "Every injustice has its owner, and every debt has its owner. The person who hurt you is dead. You should not vent your grievances on innocent people."
"Innocent?" the ghost leader roared. "There are no innocent people in this world! Everyone deserves to die!"
All the ghosts rushed over together, and the black resentment condensed into a ball, like a huge black hand, grabbing at Bai Haorui.
Bai Haorui was calm and unhurried, with his left hand tied Three Pure Ones Seal and his right hand on his chest, he recited the "Tai Shang Cave Xuan Ling Bao Miao Sutra for Saving Suffering and Eradicating Sin". His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every ghost, like a clear spring, extinguishing the anger in their hearts.
"Tai Shang Tai Xing, the response is endless. Expelling Evil binds the charm, protects the life and body. The wisdom is clear, the mind is peaceful. The three souls are eternal, and the soul has no loss."
Golden runes flew out of his mouth, spinning around the ghosts like fireflies. Wherever the runes passed, the black resentment began to slowly dissipate. The ghosts screamed in pain, and their bodies became more and more transparent.
"Shut up! Shut up!"
Bai Haorui did not stop and continued to recite scriptures. His voice became more and more solemn and more ethereal. Golden light radiated from his body and illuminated the entire death chamber.
He took out the mahogany sword and quickly drew Eight Trigrams Soul-Suppressing Formation on the ground. The mahogany sword slashed across the ground, making a "sizzling" sound. Golden runes emerged from the ground, with him as the center, forming a Eight Trigrams Formation. Eight Trigrams Formation rotated, emitting powerful suction, trapping all ghosts in the formation.
"I know you have suffered a lot." Bai Haorui looked at the ghosts in the formation with a gentle tone. "I know you have a lot of grievances. I will save you and let you go to a place without pain and start over. Let go of the resentment in your heart so that you can be relieved."
Bai Haorui activated the formation, and golden light burst out instantly. A golden vortex appeared in the center of the formation.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust." Bai Haorui's voice was solemn and sacred. "This life is over, and the next life will be peaceful. Go."
The ghosts looked at the golden whirlpool and hesitated for a moment. Then, the first ghost slowly walked into the whirlpool. Then, the second, the third... all the ghosts walked into the whirlpool.
After the last ghost walked into the whirlpool, the golden whirlpool slowly disappeared. The resentment in the prison also dissipated, the temperature slowly rose and was no longer so cold. The death chamber returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.
Bai Haorui put away the mahogany sword, breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. Saving these ghosts cost him a lot True Gang.
"Done." Bai Haorui said to himself. "I can finally take a rest."
He walked out of the death chamber and walked back along the corridor.
He left the prison quietly again, and Bai Haorui had just sat in the car when his cell phone rang. It was Bobby, and his tone was very anxious.
"Haorui! Something happened!" The voice of flipping books came from the receiver. "Those two fools Dean and Castiel went to Maine to find an archangel named Raphael. Hurry up and stop them!!"
Bai Haorui's eyes became solemn. "Okay, I'll go there now!"
He started the car and stepped on the accelerator. The off-road vehicle rushed onto the highway like a black lightning and sped towards Maine.
Maine St. Peter's Hospital, Donnie's ward. 10:03 pm.
The ward was dark, with only the moonlight from the window shining in, illuminating a corner of the room. Donnie was still lying on the hospital bed, motionless.
Castiel squatted on the ground and used Holy Oil to draw a perfect circle on the ground, surrounding Donnie's hospital bed. His movements were very serious, every stroke was meticulous, and there was a fine drop of sweat on his forehead. Dean stood beside it, concentrating on memorizing the runes drawn by Castiel.
"When the oil burns, no angel can pass through the flames, otherwise he will die." Castiel said in a serious tone while drawing a circle. "This is the only way to trap Raphael."
"Okay. So we trapped him in a dog cage with a sacred flame." Dean nodded and swallowed. "But, there is a question - how did we get him here? He is not a fool, how could he obediently walk into our trap?"
"Between the container and the angel... there is an open phone line." Castiel said, straightening up. "Just know how to dial."
Castiel finished drawing the circle, stood up straight, closed his eyes, and began to recite the incantation with Enochian. His voice was low and solemn, and the air in the room began to vibrate slightly. The window glass made a "buzzing" sound, and the lights began to flash crazily.
After reciting the incantation, he opened his eyes and said with a hint of provocation in his tone, "I'm here, Raphael. Come and catch me, you bed bug."
Dean looked at him curiously and swallowed. "Just curious, what is the average waiting time for a call with the Archangel? Will he not come?"
Castiel looked at him seriously and said, "Be prepared. He will definitely come."
As soon as he finished speaking, all the lights in the room suddenly went out. Deafening thunder was heard outside the window, and the power across the entire east coast was cut off. The city fell into darkness, with only distant lightning occasionally illuminating the sky. The glass in the room began to shake violently, making a "clanging" sound, and the lime on the wall fell down.
A powerful aura enveloped the entire room. Dean felt difficulty breathing, as if a mountain was pressing on his chest. He couldn't help but take a step back and tightened his grip on the gun.
A tall figure appeared in the room. He was emitting a dazzling white light, making people afraid to look directly at him. Archangel Raphael.
"Dean. Castiel." Raphael's voice was deep and majestic, echoing in the room like thunder. "You two are very courageous. You actually dare to set a trap to catch me."
Dean looked at him pretending to be calm, putting his hands in his pockets. "I mean, I thought you were supposed to be very impressive. Are you just going to black out the room? Can you get something fresh?"
"And the entire east coast." Raphael said.
Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Wow. That's amazing. I'm so scared."
"I didn't kill you immediately here, which is already my endless mercy." Raphael looked at him coldly, his eyes full of murderous intent. "If it weren't for you being Michael's container, you would have turned into a puddle of flesh by now."
"Oh, that... sounds really scary. Indeed." Dean said, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. "But, I want to tell you... I won't go anywhere with you. Don't even think about it."
"You must remember that Zachariah gave you stomach cancer, right?" Raphael said, with a cruel smile on his lips. "Do you still remember that kind of pain?"
"Yeah. That's so... funny." Dean said.
"Yes, okay. His imagination is far less rich than mine." Raphael said. "I can make you experience pain that you can't imagine. I can make you unable to live or die. I can make you spend eternity in endless pain."
"Oh, really?" Dean. "I bet you didn't think of a thing."
"What's the matter?" Raphael asked, with a hint of disdain in his tone.
"We called you here, you stupid **********." Dean shouted and lit Holy Oil on the ground.
The flame rose instantly, forming a burning circle, trapping Raphael inside. The flame was golden, exuding a sacred light, and the temperature was extremely high, and the surrounding air was roasted and distorted.
Raphael looked at the surrounding flames in surprise. "What is this? Holy Oil? How dare you use Holy Oil to deal with me?"
"What do you think?" Dean smiled proudly and crossed his arms on his chest. "You didn't expect it, Mr. Archangel? Now you are trapped."
Raphael looked at Castiel angrily, with fire almost coming out of his eyes. "How dare you use this against me? I am your superior! You should obey my orders!!"
"I stopped obeying Heaven's orders before, right?" Castiel looked at him coldly. "I only obey my own heart. Where is God? Tell me!"
Raphael laughed, and the laughter echoed in the room. "God? Haven't you heard yet? He is dead, Castiel. Dead. Died a long, long time ago."
Castiel's body was shaking slightly, and his eyes were full of disbelief. "You are lying! This is impossible. God can't die. He is almighty!"
"Am I lying?" Raphael said, his tone full of sarcasm. "Do you remember the 20th century? Think about how bad the 21st century has become. Do you think if God was still alive, he would let this happen?"
"Oh, really? Maybe he just hates you." Dean
Raphael looked at Dean angrily and yelled, "Be careful. You are talking about my father, my child."
"Yeah, he will be very proud when he sees his sons launching the damn Apocalypse." Dean said, his tone full of ridicule. "What a good father. He abandoned his children and let them kill each other."
"Who ran away and disappeared? Who didn't leave any instructions and left a world for us to manage?" Raphael roared, his aura surged, and all the glass in the room shattered. "It's him! He abandoned us! Abandoned all of us!"
"So Dad ran away and disappeared?" Dean said. "He doesn't happen to work at the post office, does he?"
"Is this interesting to you?" Raphael looked at him angrily, his eyes bloodshot. "You live in a universe without God. You, your brother, and all humans are destined to die. No one will come to save you."
"So what?" Dean said, with firm eyes. "You and the other children decided to start a Apocalypse war while he was away? Do you really want to fight?"
"We are tired." Raphael said, his tone full of exhaustion. "We just want to end it all. We just want..."