Bai Haorui shook his head helplessly. He walked up to Dean, and without waiting for Dean's reaction, he directly carried him on his back.
"I'll take you up." Bai Haorui said.
Bai Haorui carried Dean on his back and climbed up to the sixth floor quickly. Sam watched from behind and was dumbfounded.
The three of them arrived at the door of Patrick's apartment. Old Dean took out a set of lockpicking tools from his pocket, squatted on the ground, and prepared to pick the lock.
He squinted his eyes, got very close, and tried to insert the tool into the keyhole. But his presbyopia was very serious, and his hands kept shaking. After trying for a long time, the tool could not be inserted into the keyhole properly.
"Damn it." Old Dean cursed in a low voice, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
Sam squatted down and patted his shoulder. "Let me do it."
Sam took the unlocking tool and opened the door lock three times, five times and two times.
The three of them quietly walked into the apartment. The apartment was very luxuriously decorated, with Dali stone floors, crystal chandeliers, precious oil paintings hanging on the walls, and antiques and works of art everywhere.
"Wow," Old Dean exclaimed, "If you live for nine hundred years, you are rich. If you sell just one of these things, it will be enough for us to spend a lifetime."
"Don't touch anything." Bai Haorui whispered, "There are magic traps everywhere."
The three of them split up to look for the chips and the DNA of Patrick.
Sam searched in the living room, Bai Haorui went to the study, and Old Dean limped into the bedroom.
Old Dean was rummaging around in the bedroom. He opened the closet, which was filled with expensive suits. He opened the drawer of the bedside table and found some watches and jewelry inside.
Suddenly, he found a safe under the desk.
Old Dean squatted on the ground excitedly and began to try to crack the password.
Sam walked in and saw Old Dean trying the password, and couldn't help but laugh.
"Let me come." Sam said.
Sam took out the stethoscope, attached it to the safe, and listened carefully to the sounds inside. After a while, he turned the combination lock and there was a "click" and the safe opened.
But the safe was empty.
At this moment, a woman's voice came from behind.
"What are you looking for?"
The three of them turned around suddenly and saw a woman standing at the door of the bedroom, holding a glass of red wine in her hand and a cold smile on her face.
She is Leah.
Leah looks to be in her thirties, tall, wearing a red dress, fair skin, long brown hair and a pair of green eyes. She is very beautiful, but there is a hint of exhaustion and vicissitudes in her eyes.
Leah waved his hand, and light green time ripples swayed in the air. Sam and Dean felt as if their whole bodies had been filled with lead. Their limbs were instantly nailed to the wall by an invisible force, and they could not even move their fingers. This was not a simple thought, but a local time flow freeze. Their bodies were sealed in a time flow of 0.01 times speed, and only their consciousness remained awake.
Bai Haorui's pupils shrank suddenly, and the "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" in his body instantly reached its peak. The purple-gold True Gang in his dantian surged to his limbs and bones like a volcanic eruption, his eyebrows Lotus Seal lit up, and a pale golden halo formed a thin shield around him, blocking out the incoming time ripples.
The thumb of his left hand quickly clasped his index finger, middle finger, and ring finger, forming the first seal of Nine-Syllable Mantra with the word "Lin". A dazzling True Gang fire light condensed on his fingertips. At the same time, his right hand held the hilt of the mahogany sword behind him. With a flick of his wrist, the sword was unsheathed half an inch with a sound of breaking through the air.
"Those who are facing a battle should march forward in formation!"
Bai Haorui shouted the curse in a deep voice and swung the sword with his right hand. Purple-gold Pure Yang True Gang spurted out along the sword body and turned into a three-foot-long flaming sword energy at the tip of the sword - this was not an ordinary flame, it was the innate pure Yang fire refined by "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art". The temperature reached thousands of degrees and could burn out all evil energy.
Wherever the sword energy passed, the air was ignited and crackled, and even the surrounding time flow was distorted by the scorching energy, creating tiny ripples. For the first time, Leah's face showed a look of horror. She did not expect that Eastern Daoism could directly interfere with her time magic. She quickly dodged sideways, and at the same time, with a wave of her left hand, a time deceleration wave hit the sword energy.
But it's too late.
True Fire flew past her shoulder, and the hot air wave instantly scorched her red dress, leaving a black burn on her white shoulder. The sword energy hit the Dali stone wall behind her hard, and the hard Dali stone was melted to create a deep ravine, with hot magma still bubbling at the edge.
"You can actually break my time freeze?" Leah covered his injured shoulder, his eyes filled with disbelief, "Celtic's magical time domain has never been broken by external forces!"
Bai Haorui's horizontal sword stood in front of Sam and Dean. The tip of the sword pointed diagonally at the ground. The purple-gold True Fire slowly flowed on the sword's body, roasting the surrounding air into distortion.
"Your magic controls the flow of time, and my Daoism controls the yin and yang of energy." Bai Haorui's voice was cold and calm, "No matter how slow time is, it cannot stop the pure burst of energy. If you strike again, the next sword will not be as simple as a scratch."
At this moment, Patrick walked out of the bathroom. He was wearing a bathrobe and his hair was wet. He was not surprised at all when he saw the scene in the room.
"Don't be nervous, dear." Patrick said with a smile, "They have no ill intentions. They are just a little unwilling to lose the card."
Patrick waved his hand. Sam and Old Dean fell from the wall and fell to the ground.
Patrick looked at Bai Haorui and said with admiration, "Your power is very interesting. It is completely different from our Celtic magic. The balance of yin and yang, the origin of the soul... It is really a magical power system."
"The chips are just a gimmick." Patrick pointed at a pile of wooden chips on the table, "The magic is in me, not in these broken pieces of wood. These chips are just containers used to store life span. If you want to get your life back, just follow the rules. Sam, you can play. Dean I guess you can't even see the cards clearly now."
"No!" Old Dean said immediately, "Sam, you can't bet with him! He cheats!"
Patrick smiled. He suddenly looked at Sam and clapped his hands three times.
"A little gift." Patrick said.
Sam suddenly turned red and started scratching his crotch. He felt that his private parts were extremely itchy, as if there were countless ants crawling around.
"Oh, damn!" Sam cursed, his face flushed like a ripe apple.
Bai Haorui immediately took out a piece of Evil-Breaking Talisman and put it on Sam's back. Purple-gold light flashed, and Sam's scratching movement stopped for a moment, but it was still a little itchy.
"I can only remove half of it." Bai Haorui said solemnly, "His magic resonates with your body. There is a dark power in your body, making it easier for his magic to take effect."
Patrick raised his eyebrows and looked at Sam with interest. "Interesting. What is hidden in your body?"
"Meet you at the bar at eight o'clock tomorrow night." Patrick said, "If you don't come, Dean will really die of old age."
After saying that, Patrick waved his hand. The three of them felt a powerful force coming and were pushed out of the apartment.
The apartment door slammed shut.
Old Dean turned around and looked at Sam scratching his crotch, and laughed.
"Man," Old Dean laughed so hard, "I can't believe that wizard gave you gonorrhea."
"That's not funny!" Sam said angrily, his face even redder.
Bai Haorui held back his laughter and said, "I'll make some medicine for you when you go back. You'll be fine tomorrow. Let's go back to the hotel first and then think of a solution."
Next morning, motel room.
Sam sat on the chair, scratching his crotch from time to time, his face full of embarrassment. Old Dean leaned against the wall, drank warm water, and kept coughing. Bobby lowered his head and clenched his fists with his fingers.
"I still think I should go play." Sam broke the silence, "I'm pretty good at poker. Maybe I can beat him."
"No." Old Dean immediately shook his head, "You are not good enough. Bobby and I are both better than you, and we both lost. He is too powerful, and he can also do magic. You can't beat him at all."
Bobby suddenly raised his head, his eyes were frighteningly firm.
"I'll go." Bobby said, "I know his playing style, I know his habits. I can beat him this time."
"No!" Old Dean said sternly, "You don't have enough life to bet! If you lose, you will die immediately! We can't lose you anymore!"
"So what?!" Bobby slammed the table, his voice hoarse, "I'm old!! I'm no longer a hunter! I'm just a waste! I will only hold you back!"
Bobby's eyes were red, and tears were rolling in his eyes.
"If I wasn't a coward," Bobby's voice trembled, "I should have shot myself to death the day I came home from the hospital. That way I could at least retain some dignity, instead of being like a useless person needing your protection like I am now."
There was dead silence in the room.
Sam and Dean looked at Bobby in shock, speechless. They had never seen Bobby like this. This strong, optimistic man who would never be knocked down finally showed his vulnerable side at this moment.
Bai Haorui walked up to Bobby and squatted down. He looked into Bobby's eyes, his eyes serious and gentle.
"Bobby, you are not useless." Bai Haorui said.
Bai Haorui understands this feeling. Seeing the people you care about fighting on the front line while you can only wait in the rear, that feeling of powerlessness and frustration can destroy any strong person.
"You are our brain and our backbone." Bai Haorui continued, "Without you, we wouldn't even be able to investigate the case. Being able to hunt is not everything a hunter has. Your experience, your wisdom, and your connections are more precious than any weapon."
"We can't live without you." Bai Haorui's voice was very soft, but with unquestionable power, "Dean can't live without you, Sam can't live without you, and I can't live without you. You are our family."
Old Dean also came over and patted Bobby on the shoulder. His eyes were red and his voice was choked with sobs.
"He's right." Old Dean said, "You are our family. No matter what you become, you are still our old Bobby. I can't live without you, I really can't. So you are not allowed to think about suicide anymore, do you hear me?"
Bobby looked at the three of them, and tears finally fell. He quickly wiped away his tears and said harshly, "Okay, okay, are you done with the sensationalism? If we continue like this, we will all have women's breasts."
The three of them all laughed, and the solemn atmosphere in the room dissipated a lot.
Just then, someone knocked on the door.
Bai Haorui walked over and opened the door.
Leah stood at the door, holding a piece of paper in his hand.
Leah walked into the room and closed the door. Her face was very pale, and there was a hint of exhaustion and determination in her eyes.
Bobby looked at the paper in her hand and asked suspiciously, "What is this?"
"The most powerful reversal spell you have ever seen." Leah said, "It can reverse all the magic of Patrick. All the people whose age has been changed by him will be restored to their original state as long as they are still alive."
"That includes you and Patrick?" Bai Haorui asked.
Leah touched the pendant around his neck and nodded. "Yes. We will also return to our original age."
"Why should we believe you?" Old Dean raised his eyebrows and said, "You are his woman. Why do you want to help us?"
Leah smiled bitterly, "Believe it or not, it's up to you. I'm just tired of it. I'm tired of watching him gamble with others over and over again. I'm tired of watching those people lose their lives. I'm tired of eternal life."
Leah turned around and walked to the door, stopped, turned his back to them and said, "The spell requires the DNA of Patrick and the blood of a person whose age has been changed by him. At eight o'clock tonight, you go to the bar and arrest Patrick. I will steal his toothpick and give it to you. There is his saliva on it."
After saying that, Leah opened the door and left.
Bobby picked up the piece of paper and read it carefully. He knew some Celtic ancient sayings.
"It's an ancient saying from Celtic." Bobby said, "Yes, it's a reversal spell. I've seen similar records in an ancient book."
Bai Haorui took the paper and read it carefully. His brows wrinkled tighter and tighter.
"No." Bai Haorui said, "There is something wrong with this spell."
"What's the problem?" Sam asked.
"This spell has been modified." Bai Haorui pointed to several symbols on the paper, "Look here, and here. These symbols have been modified. If this spell is cast according to this spell, it will not only backfire on the caster, but also transfer all the reversed lifespans to Patrick."
The three of them were shocked.
"This bitch!" Old Dean cursed, "She actually lied to us!"
"No." Bai Haorui shook his head, "She didn't lie to us. She just didn't know that this spell had been modified by Patrick. Patrick must have known what she would do."
Bai Haorui picked up the pen and started revising it on the paper. His pen moved quickly on the paper, drawing complex and mysterious Daoist runes one after another.
"I added the Daoist yin and yang reversal rune," Bai Haorui said as he changed it. "It can offset the backlash of the spell and cut off the connection between Patrick and the spell. In this way, the spell can really take effect. However, we still need Patrick's DNA. Without his DNA, the spell cannot be located."
Sam nodded. "Then we will proceed as planned. I went to the bar to gamble with Patrick and held him back. Leah stole the toothpicks. Dean and Bobby went to the cemetery to prepare for the ceremony. Haorui, you preside over the ceremony. Your Daoism is the most powerful, and only you can successfully cast this improved spell."
Bai Haorui nodded. "Okay. Remember, you must hold him for an hour. The ritual takes time. Once Patrick finds out that we are casting a spell, he will definitely try his best to stop us."
8pm.
The night was dark and the moonlight was pale. The cemetery in the suburbs was eerie and scary. The wind blew through the treetops and made a whining sound, like a ghost crying.
Bai Haorui, Old Dean and Bobby came to the cemetery. They chose an open place and prepared to perform the ritual.
Old Dean held a shovel and laboriously dug a shallow pit. His movements were very slow, and he had to take a breath every time he dug.
"Oh, my God!" Old Dean complained while digging, "My elbows! My back! My whole body is creaking! I feel like my Bones is about to fall apart!"
Bobby was sitting in a wheelchair, holding an ancient book in his hand, and was about to recite the Celtic spell. He said angrily, "Hurry up and dig, you crybaby. If you wait any longer, you will really die here of old age."
Old Dean straightened up and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "At least you can't feel your legs. I'm about to suffer from sciatica. When I change back, I will definitely eat ten cheeseburgers and go ride a big horse."
At this moment, Sam sent a text message: "I got the toothpick. Patrick has begun to doubt it. Leah sent it to you, please hurry up."
After receiving the toothpick, Bai Haorui nodded towards Bobby: "Okay, let's get started."
Bai Haorui drew a huge Eight Trigrams Formation on the ground. The lines of Eight Trigrams Formation were made of cinnabar, and some glutinous rice and copper coins were sprinkled on it. There was a pottery bowl at the center of the formation, and the bowl contained the blood of Dean.
Bobby began to chant the ancient Celtic spell. His voice was low and hoarse, with a mysterious rhythm.
Bai Haorui simultaneously began to recite Daoist Yin-Yang Reversal Spell. His hands quickly formed seals, and the True Gang in his body was running wildly. Purple-gold light poured out from his body, covering the entire Eight Trigrams Formation.
Purple-gold light and green Celtic magic light intertwined to form a huge light ball over Eight Trigrams Formation. The light ball rotated slowly, emitting powerful energy fluctuations.
Old Dean threw the toothpick stolen by Leah into the bowl.
The toothpick dropped into the blood and made a "sizzling" sound.
Patrick, who was far away in the bar, suddenly changed his expression. He suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the cemetery.
"Someone is casting a reversal spell!" Patrick said through gritted teeth.
Patrick waved his hand in the direction of the cemetery, and a pure black torrent of time shot into the sky.
This torrent of time carries the vicissitudes of time. Wherever it passes, the birds in the sky instantly fall off their feathers, their bodies rot, and turn into a pile of bones falling to the ground; the trees on the roadside sprout, bloom, bear fruit, and wither at a speed visible to the naked eye, completing a hundred-year life cycle in a few seconds.
In a cemetery dozens of kilometers away, Bai Haorui was presiding over a ceremony. He suddenly felt a cold and biting energy coming. The energy had the aura of destroying everything, as if it was going to drag the entire cemetery into the end of time.
"Not good!"
Bai Haorui immediately interrupted the spell, quickly formed seals with his hands, and injected all the True Gang in his body into the two-color light ball above his head. The purple-gold light surged, forming a thick shield of pure sun outside the light ball.
"Bang!"
The black torrent of time hit the shield hard, making a loud noise.
The entire cemetery began to shake violently, and the surrounding tombstones shattered and collapsed. Countless fine cracks instantly appeared on the surface of the shield, and the green Celtic magic light was eroded by time energy and quickly dimmed.
Bobby's spell was forcibly interrupted, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper. "His power is too strong! I can't hold on!"
Bai Haorui bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of pure yang essence blood on the ball of light. This is the most original power of the ascetic and contains his vitality.
"Xuanzong of heaven and earth, the root of all things! The reversal of yin and yang, the reversal of heaven and earth!"
The Lotus Seal between his eyebrows suddenly erupted with dazzling golden light, and the Power of Faith and True Gang in his body completely merged, turning into a power beyond the ordinary. The purple-gold light instantly swallowed up the green magic light, and the cracks on the shield healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The ground that was originally eroded by the torrent of time and began to decay miraculously returned to its original state; those broken tombstones were also reassembled completely under the power of the reversal of yin and yang.
Patrick felt this power in the bar, and his face became extremely ferocious. He waved his hands at the same time, and two thicker black torrents of time shot towards the cemetery.
This time, wherever the torrent of time passed, the space was distorted into huge folds, and even the light was swallowed up.
Bai Haorui did not flinch. He pulled out the mahogany sword stuck on the ground, held the sword upright in front of his chest, and pressed his left hand on the sword.
"Three Altars Body Refinement, True Fire Burns the Heavens!"
Purple-gold mimicry True Fire spurted out from his body, covering the entire mahogany sword. The sword instantly turned red, like a red-hot iron. He slashed out with his sword, and a huge True Fire sword energy tens of meters long faced the torrent of time.
True Fire The sword energy and the torrent of time collided in the air.
There was no earth-shattering noise, just a heart-stopping silence.
The purple-gold Pure Yang True Fire and the black time energy annihilate and cancel each other out. True Fire is burning time, and time is corroding True Fire.
Countless small black holes appeared in the surrounding space, which were space cracks created by the collision of two regular-level forces.
Bai Haorui's hair began to turn white and wrinkles appeared on his face - the time energy had passed through the shield and began to erode his body. But his eyes were firm and he did not flinch at all, constantly injecting True Gang sword energy.
"You can't beat me!" Patrick's voice came through the space, with a crazy roar, "I have lived much longer than you, and the strength I have accumulated cannot be compared to you."
"No one can use time without cost." Bai Haorui's voice was calm but with unquestionable power, "Time also has yin and yang, there is the past and there is the future, there is aging and there is new life. Your magic can only see the passage of time, but not the reincarnation of time."
Bai Haorui quickly formed the word "formation" with his left hand, and Eight Trigrams Formation on the ground lit up. Eight rays of light of different colors rose from the eight directions of the Bagua, forming a huge Yin-Yang Tai Chi diagram.