"Don't listen to her, Jessie!" Sam struggled and said, "She is a devil, she is lying!"
The devil waved his hand, trying to strangle Sam's throat again. Bai Haorui's eyes turned cold, and with a flick of his fingers, a small golden light shot towards the devil's wrist. "You are thinking of attacking them, I will kill you now!"
"Ah!" The devil cried out in pain and quickly retracted his hand.
"Come with me, Jessie." The devil tempted, "I will teach you how to use your power. You can have anything you want and do anything you want. Imagine a world without lies."
Jessie's eyes began to waver. Bai Haorui didn't speak, just looked at him quietly. He believed that Jessie would make the right choice.
Jessie was silent for a long time, then raised his head, his eyes became firm. "No."
The devil was stunned. "What did you say?"
"I said no." Jessie repeated, "I don't want to own anything, and I don't want to do anything. I just want to be an ordinary kid."
The devil's face turned ferocious. "Do you think you have the right to choose? You are an anti-Christ, and you were born to serve Master Lucifer!"
"No," Jessie shook his head, "I am not anyone's tool. I am Jessie Turner."
He stretched out his hand and pointed at the devil. "Come out of her body."
The demon let out a scream of terror, and black smoke spurted out from Julia's mouth and disappeared into the air. Julia collapsed on the chair and lost consciousness.
Dean said in disbelief, "Kid, you are amazing."
Jessie walked up to Bai Haorui and said with some embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I asked you to stop just now."
Bai Haorui smiled and touched his head, "It's okay."
Sam walked up to Jessie and said sincerely, "We lied to you, and I'm sorry. So now I tell you the truth. I am Sam·Winchester, this is my brother Dean, and this is Bai Haorui. We hunt monsters."
"That woman, her name is Julia, is your mother, but the thing inside her is a demon. There is a war going on between angels and demons, and you are part of this war."
"I'm just a child." Jessie whispered.
"Yes, you are just a child." Sam said, "But you are also the most powerful. You can choose to go with her, or you can choose to go with us. If you go with her, millions of people will die. If you go with us, we will teach you how to control your power and how to use it to help others."
"She said I am half-demon, is this true?" Jessie asked.
"Yes," Sam nodded, "But you are also half human. You can make the right choice. You have the right to choose, Jessie."
Jessie turned his head and looked at the Castiel doll on the ground. "He wants to kill me."
"He's just a little confused." Dean said, "He thought that killing you would save the world. But he was wrong. What saves the world is not killing an innocent child, but giving people a chance to choose."
Bai Haorui said, "Jessie, I know this is hard to accept. But you have to remember that your bloodline does not determine who you are. It is your choices that determine who you are. No matter what you choose, we will support you."
Jessie was silent for a long time, then raised his head. "Can I go see my parents? I need to say goodbye to them."
"Of course." Sam nodded.
Jessie walked up the stairs and went to his parents' bedroom. Sam, Dean and Bai Haorui were waiting downstairs.
Bai Haorui walked to the Castiel doll on the ground, squatted down, and shook his head helplessly.
He pinched an anti-curse formula with his left hand and whispered in his mouth, "The heaven and earth are natural, and the odor is dispersed. The void in the cave is shining brightly. The power of the eight directions makes me natural."
A light golden light popped up from the fingertips and fell on the doll.
I saw that the doll began to grow slowly, the plastic texture gradually disappeared, and it turned back into human skin and muscles. The windbreaker became soft again, and the plastic knife turned into a real silver knife. Castiel's expression also returned to vividness. He staggered and stood firm.
"Ahem..." Castiel coughed a few times and looked at Bai Haorui with complicated eyes, "Why do you want to stop me? Do you know the consequences of doing so?"
"I know." Bai Haorui said, "But I also know that if we kill him, we will be no different from those demons. Isn't the point of our fighting just to protect innocent people?"
Castiel was silent. After a long time, he said, "Maybe you are right. But I am still worried."
Dean patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, Cas. We will watch him."
After a long time, Jessie has not come down yet.
Dean said, "He has been up there for too long."
The three of them walked up the stairs and opened the bedroom door.
The room was empty, Jessie was missing. There was a note on the bed.
Sam picked up the note and read it, "I have to leave so that I can protect my parents. I love them and I'm sorry."
Dean sighed, "He's gone."
Bai Haorui walked to the window and looked at the dark night sky outside. He stretched out his hand, and a trace of Divine Sense condensed on his fingertips and spread in all directions.
Bai Haorui: His breath has completely disappeared. With his power, as long as he doesn't want to be found, no one can find him yet. However, I left a Divine Sense mark on him when I was downstairs just now. If he is in danger, I will know it as soon as possible.
Bai Haorui turned around and said to the two of them, "He restored everyone in the town to normal."
Castiel said, "With this boy's strength, it would be a pity that we didn't find him."
Sam looked out the window, his eyes full of worry. "Do you think he will be fine?"
Bai Haorui didn't answer immediately. He took out Five Emperor Coins from his backpack, exuding a faint yang energy.
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tossed it gently.
Five copper coins spun in the air and fell, making a crisp sound, landing on his open palm.
Bai Haorui looked at the front and back of the copper coin, his brows wrinkled slightly, and then relaxed. He put away the copper coin and said calmly, "It's Heaven over Mountain Retreat Hexagram."
"Heaven over Mountain Retreat Hexagram? What does that mean?" Dean asked quickly.
"Escape means hiding." Bai Haorui explained, "The hexagram shows that he is now hiding in the world and is safe for the time being. The hexagram says 'Escape, Heng, Xiao Li Zhen', which means that although he retreats, he will be prosperous and will have good results."
He paused and continued, "However, there are also variables in the hexagram. The movement of the ninety-five lines indicates that there will be a big test waiting for him in the future. At that time, he must make the final choice."
"Then which side will he choose?" Sam asked nervously.
Bai Haorui shook his head. "The road is impermanent, and people's hearts are unpredictable. Which path he will take in the end depends on his own choice, and also on us."
He raised his head and looked at the starry sky outside the window with firm eyes. "But I believe that he will choose the light. Because he is a kind child."
At 11:30 in the night, Impala was driving on the road again.
There was silence in the car, only the roar of the engine. Dean held the steering wheel and looked at the road ahead. Sam leaned on the passenger seat and looked at the passing scenery outside the window. Bai Haorui sat in the back seat with his eyes closed.
Dean suddenly said, "You know, we told that child the truth and ruined his life."
Sam said, "We have no choice, Dean."
"Yeah," Dean nodded, "You know, I'm starting to understand now why parents lie to their children. You want them to believe that the worst thing in the world is to mix popping candy and cola and drink it to protect them from real evil. You want them to sleep peacefully. If that means lying to them, so be it."
Dean paused, his voice a little hoarse. "The more I think about it, the more I feel that I really wish my father had lied to us."
"Me too." Sam said softly.
Bai Haorui was sitting in the back seat, looking at the passing scenery outside the window. He took out a yellow talisman from his backpack, with a complex rune drawn on it. This was the amulet he had just drawn, with his True Gang and Power of Faith infused into it.
Bai Haorui said, "In fact, parents' lies are sometimes a kind of love. They just want to use their own way to protect their children from harm. But one day, the children will grow up and know the truth. At that time, what they need is not more lies, but support and trust."
Bai Haorui put the yellow talisman in the palm of his hand and squeezed it gently. The yellow talisman turned into a golden light and disappeared into the air. The golden light flew into the distance to find the trace of Jessie.
Bai Haorui inner activity: Jessie, I wish you good luck. I hope you can find your own way. We will wait for you to come back.
Colorado Denver The night in the suburbs was like a black cloth soaked in ink, weighing heavily on the clusters of single-family villas. At 1:17 in the morning, the bathroom light on the second floor of Xavier's house suddenly came on.
Twenty-five-year-old Zach·Xavier stumbled into the bathroom. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, and his heart seemed to be held by an invisible hand and was beating crazily. He held on to the cold sink and raised his head to look in the mirror.
The person in the mirror made him let out a terrified whimper.
The originally smooth and tight skin was loosening and wrinkled at a speed visible to the naked eye, like an apple wilted by the sun. His dark brown hair began to turn white rapidly from the roots, and strands of silver quickly spread. In just a few seconds, his temples were completely white. The corners of his eyes were covered with crow's feet, bags under his eyes began to droop, and his originally bright eyes became cloudy.
"No... no... no!" Zach shouted, reaching out to touch his face. His fingers were also aging rapidly, the skin lost elasticity, the knuckles protruded, and the nails became yellow and brittle. He could feel that his Bones was becoming brittle, his muscles were shrinking, and it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe.
He stared at the mirror, watching himself transform from a young and strong boy to an eighty-year-old man with wrinkles and gray hair. Finally, his body shook, making a heavy muffled sound, and he fell to the cold tile floor.
Outside the bathroom door, Sarah·Xavier, who was awakened by the scream, opened the door suddenly. When she saw the strange old man on the ground, she was stunned for a moment, and then recognized the familiar clothes on his body.
"Zach?" She walked over tremblingly, squatted down and touched his shoulder lightly. The old man's body had begun to become cold, his eyes were wide open, and the last fear still remained on his face.
Sarah let out a horrified scream, which cut through the silent night sky and echoed in the suburban streets.
South Dakota, Bobby's junkyard.
It was three o'clock in the morning, and the light in the study was still on. Bobby was sitting in a wheelchair, with a thick wool blanket covering his legs, and a thick stack of supernatural case reports from various places spread out in front of him. His brows were furrowed, and his fingers were holding a pen so hard that his knuckles turned white from the exertion.
"Damn it." Bobby cursed in a low voice and punched his knee hard. There was a dull pain in his knee, but he didn't care. He hated this feeling of powerlessness and hated that he could only sit at home and watch those young people working hard on the front line.
The door to the study room was gently pushed open. Bai Haorui walked in with a cup of steaming milk. He was dressed in black casual clothes and had a tall figure. There was an imperceptible tenderness in his deep eyes. There was a light purple-gold Lotus Seal between his eyebrows, which was almost invisible if you didn't stare carefully.
He frowned slightly when he saw Bobby beating his knees.
"It's still too urgent." Bai Haorui sighed in his heart, "It will take three months to heal the leg injury. He has only been cured for one month and he wants to go out to fight with a gun."
Bai Haorui put the milk on the table in front of Bobby, then stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on Bobby's knees. A warm purple-gold True Gang slowly flowed out from his fingertips and seeped into Bobby's knees, gently nourishing the damaged muscles and bones.
"Don't worry," Bai Haorui's voice was low and calm, "You will be able to drive in two weeks."
Bobby sighed, picked up the milk on the table and took a sip. The warm liquid flowed down his throat, slightly easing the irritability in his heart. "Now is the time of chaos," he looked at the dark night sky outside the window, "There are demons and monsters everywhere. But I can only sit here, like a useless person."
Bai Haorui Before he could speak, the phone on the table suddenly rang, and the harsh ringing sound was particularly abrupt in the quiet early morning.
Bobby picked up the phone. "Hello?"
A frightened voice came from the other end of the phone, it was Joey, the old hunter Denver.
Bobby's face became serious as he listened. He hung up the phone and immediately reached for the coat that was placed on the back of the chair.
"Pack your things and let's go."
Bai Haorui held down his hand. "Dean, Sam and I will go. You can sort out the information at home."
"No!" Bobby stubbornly threw away his hand, "I'm going to adapt first. Once my legs are healed, I have to join the fight. I can't let you protect me all the time."
The two were arguing when Dean and Sam yawned and walked into the study. They were obviously awakened by the ringing of the phone. Their hair was messy and their eyes had not been fully opened.
"What's wrong? What happened?" Dean asked, rubbing his eyes.
"Denver has a case, it's urgent." Bobby said, "We have to leave now."
Dean saw that Bobby had put on his coat, and then looked at Bai Haorui's helpless expression, and immediately understood what was going on. He quickly smoothed things over. "Okay, okay, let's go together. It just so happens that you can sit in the co-pilot and take command while the three of us work. Just think of it as going out for a ride and getting some fresh air."
Bai Haorui sighed helplessly, knowing that he could not defeat this stubborn old man. He turned around and walked out of the study to pack up his mahogany sword and charms.
At ten o'clock in the morning the next day, Denver opened the hospital morgue.
Four people wearing CDC uniforms walked into the hospital building. The one walking at the front was Dean. He was wearing sunglasses and chewing gum in his mouth, looking carefree. Following him was Sam, who was holding a folder in his hand. The expression was serious. Bai Haorui was walking next to Sam, looking around sharply. Bobby was sitting in a wheelchair, being pushed by Bai Haorui, looking at the case information in his hand with a frown.
Dr. Aldrich stood at the door of the morgue with his arms folded. He saw them approaching and raised his eyebrows. He was a man in his fifties, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, with a sarcastic smile on his face.
"You guys are actually a day ahead of schedule." Dr. Aldrich said, "For the first time in history, I don't have to sit and wait for you people."
Dean grinned and took off his sunglasses. "The new government is about change. You can always believe in change."
Dr. Aldrich snorted, turned around and opened the door of the morgue. "Come with me. The body is in drawer three."
The cold morgue was filled with the smell of formalin. Dr. Aldrich walked to the metal drawer No. 3, reached out and grasped the ring and pulled hard. The drawer slid out, and Xavier's old corpse lay inside, covered with a piece of white cloth.
Dr. Aldrich pointed at the corpse with a pen. "The date of birth was April 3, 1984. The DNA was tested twice, and it was definitely him. He died of multiple organ failure, just like he lived for eighty years and then died naturally due to body failure. There was no trauma, no signs of poisoning, and no known disease that could cause this."
Dean leaned over to look at the corpse. He carefully inspected the nails, skin and hair of the deceased. "It seems that he doesn't like to wear sunscreen." Dean complained.
Sam rolled his eyes helplessly. "Dean."
Bai Haorui stepped forward, he stretched out his right hand, and a faint purple-gold color condensed on his fingertips True Gang. His fingertips lightly touched the forehead of the corpse.
A cold, ancient and unfamiliar energy flowed down his fingertips. There was no smell of sulfur from demons, no yin energy from ghosts, and no holy light from angels. This was a completely different kind of energy. It was like a slowly flowing river, carrying the breath of time, directly draining away the life force of the deceased.
Bai Haorui straightened up, his face serious.
"How is it?" Sam asked.
"It's magic," Bai Haorui whispered, "Manipulating the passage of time and directly draining his life force. It's not a curse or possession, it's a contract-type magic."
"Extract life force?" Sam looked at him in surprise, "How to do it?"
"I don't know." Bai Haorui shook his head, "I have never seen this kind of magic system. It is very ancient and very powerful."
The four people walked out of the morgue. Bobby returned to the car because it was inconvenient for a wheelchair to enter the morgue door. Dean took out his phone and called Bobby.
"Bobby, we've finished looking at the corpse. Haorui said it's an ancient magic that can drain away the life force."
"Check the recent missing persons," Bobby's voice came from the other end of the phone. "There won't be just one case like this. There must be other people missing, or they may suddenly die of old age."
"Understood." Dean hung up the phone and said to Sam, "Go to the police station to check the missing persons and mysterious death cases in the past six months. I'll go to Xavier's house to see if there are any clues."
Bai Haorui nodded. "Dean and I are together. After you finish the investigation, go to Xavier's house to meet us."
Two o'clock in the afternoon, Whitlow's house.
Dean and Bai Haorui were sitting on the sofa in the living room, with two cups of cold coffee on the coffee table in front of them. Mrs. Whitlow was sitting on the sofa opposite them, holding a tissue in his hand, with red and swollen eyes and tears on his face.
"He said he was going to work overtime on Tuesday night," Mrs. Whitlow choked, "And then he never came back. I called him, but his phone kept showing it was off. I went to his company to ask, and they said he didn't work overtime at all that day."
Dean nodded sympathetically. "Mrs. Whitlow, we understand your mood. Has your husband done anything unusual recently? For example, is he emotionally unstable, or has he suddenly become very rich?"
Mrs. Whitlow shook his head. "No. He has always been normal. It's just that... his health seems to have improved a lot recently. He used to have a severe lumbar disc herniation and presbyopia, and he couldn't even read a newspaper clearly. But about a month ago, he suddenly got better. His waist no longer hurts, his presbyopia is gone, and even his hair has turned a lot darker."
Dean and Bai Haorui looked at each other and saw a hint of understanding in each other's eyes.
"Mrs. Whitlow, can I borrow the bathroom?" Dean asked.
"Of course, it's right at the end of the corridor upstairs."
Dean stood up and walked up the stairs. He did not go to the bathroom, but walked directly into Mr. Whitlow's bedroom. The bedroom was tidy. Dean walked to the closet, opened the door, and rummaged carefully. Finally, he found a crumpled receipt in the inner pocket of a jacket.
The receipt reads, "Golden Palace Motel, Room 44, hourly room, 4 hours."
Dean put the receipt in his pocket, walked out of the bedroom, and went back downstairs to the living room.
"Thank you for your cooperation, Mrs. Whitlow." Dean said, "If there is news about your husband, we will notify you as soon as possible."
The two walked out of Whitlow's house and got into the car.
"Golden Palace Motel?" Bai Haorui looked at the address on the receipt and asked.
"Yes." Dean started the car, "It seems that this Mr. Whitlow has some little secret that he doesn't want his wife to know."
Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the "Golden Palace" hotel. It was a dilapidated motel located on a dirty street. There were several dilapidated cars parked at the door and the neon signs were flashing. It didn't look like a serious place.
Dean and Bai Haorui walked into the hotel, and a fat woman at the front desk said without raising her head, "Forty for an hourly room, eighty for an overnight stay. The deposit is one hundred."
"We are looking for someone." Dean said, "Room 44."
The fat woman raised her head, looked them up and down, and then pointed to the end of the corridor. "The last room."
The two walked to the door of Room 44. Dean checked the room number on the receipt, then raised his foot and kicked the door violently.
With a "bang" sound, the door was kicked open.
A woman's scream and a man's gasp came from the room. A young man and two naked women pulled the quilt over in panic and covered their bodies.
Dean cleared his throat awkwardly. "Sorry, we went to the wrong room."
At this moment, Sam also rushed over. He walked into the room and saw the tattoo on the young man's arm at a glance. It was a tattoo of an eagle holding a snake, which was exactly the same as the tattoo on the photo Mrs. Whitlow showed them.
"Cliff Whitlow?" Sam said, "Your wife thought you were dead and was preparing to hold a funeral for you."
The young man's face instantly turned pale. He looked at Sam, his lips trembling and said, "Please don't tell my wife. For God's sake, just let her think I'm dead."
Dean raised his eyebrows, pulled up a chair and sat down. "Okay. But you have to tell us, how did you go from a fifty-year-old bald man to a young man in his twenties?"
Cliff's body trembled suddenly. He raised his head and looked at Dean in horror. "You... how do you know?"