The tires of Impala ran over the gravel road in the countryside of Ohio, kicking up yellow dust along the way.
Sam in the passenger seat ran his fingertips across the keyboard of the laptop, and the fluorescence reflected on his frowning eyebrows; Dean held the steering wheel, tapping his knuckles lightly to the in-car rock drums, humming an off-key melody.
Bai Haorui was sitting cross-legged in the back seat, his eyes were slightly closed, and the purple-gold True Gang in his dantian was slowly flowing. The pure Power of Faith absorbed in the previous battle had already merged with him With the preliminary integration of the true essence, the cultivation of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" is firmly on the edge of the mid-term condensed True Gang, and the purity of Pure Yang True Fire has reached a new level.
There are only three invisible silver-white hairs hidden on the temples. They are the faint traces of time magic left in the meridians, like the fine silver embedded in the ice and snow, which cannot be found without looking carefully.
The pale golden Lotus Seal between his eyebrows loomed as he breathed, and the Divine Sense spread out, covering a radius of several miles, checking for abnormal energy in the way ahead.
"Bobby just added the information," Sam raised his eyes and looked in the rearview mirror, "Wellington Three people have died in half a month, and each one died in more outrageous ways than the last. The first one had his head ripped off, and the police said it was a wild bear; the second one fell from the third floor, but his body was covered with scratches from wild beasts; the third one was even more evil, he choked to death on candy, and had a full 200 fruit candies stuffed in his mouth."
"The energy response is not right." Bai Haorui slowly opened his eyes, and the golden light in his eyes flashed away, "I just glanced in the direction of the crime scene, and there was a very mixed chaotic energy. It was not the sulfur smell of demons, nor the cold air of ghosts. It had a... cynical and joking energy. It was very similar to the mischievous elves we met at Mystery Spot, but the energy concentration was at least ten times stronger."
He picked up a Five Emperor Coins with his fingertips, and the copper coin turned gently between his fingers, with a warm golden light on the surface. "Go and have a look, this guy is not easy to deal with, let's be careful."
Dean raised his eyebrows and stepped on the accelerator a little deeper. Impala roared through the dusk and sped away in the direction of Wellington.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, the motel's fluorescent lights made a dull buzz, and the dim light illuminated the messy scene in the room. A printed police file was spread out on the bed, and leftover hamburger wrappers and empty Coke cans were piled next to it.
Dean was nestled in the quilt against the wall, sinking into the pillow. He held the TV remote control in his hand and stared at the screen without blinking.
A medical drama was playing on the screen. The male and female protagonists in white coats looked at each other affectionately at the door of the operating room. The background music was so provocative that it could make people cry.
He was so absorbed in looking at it that he didn't even notice that Sam opened the door carrying three cups of coffee.
Sam put the coffee heavily on the bedside table, raised an eyebrow and looked at his brother, with a smirk on his lips. "Okay Dean, when did you enter menopause, do you like to watch this kind of mother-in-law and mother-in-law stuff?"
Dean was so frightened by the sudden sound that his hands trembled and he almost pressed the power button on the remote control. He immediately threw the remote control aside in a hurry, scratching his neck and said harshly, "This is called channel browsing! I randomly turned to a crappy hospital drama, "Dr. Sexy", which seemed to be adapted from a novel, so I took a quick glance at it."
Bai Haorui, who was sitting cross-legged and meditating by the window, slowly opened his eyes, and the pale golden Lotus Seal between his eyebrows flashed away. The corner of his mouth curled up, and his tone was a bit joking. "Yesterday, I got up to adjust my breath at night, and saw someone staring at two o'clock in the morning without even skipping the commercial."
"Fart!" Dean blushed, grabbed the pillow next to him and threw it at Bai Haorui, "What are you looking at when you are up at midnight?"
Bai Haorui smiled and ducked sideways, and the pillow hit the wall.
Sam sat down with a smile, picked up the case file and pointed his fingertips at the photo of the deceased. "Okay, let's get down to business. The deceased, Bill Randolph, was fifty-two years old. He died in his home last Wednesday night. His head was violently torn off. The police determined that it was a wild bear attack."
"What kind of bear can pull off a human head so neatly?" Dean pouted and leaned over to look at the photo.
Bai Haorui stood up and walked over, his fingertips hovering half an inch above the photo of the scene, and a trace of Divine Sense was revealed. He had been to the crime scene alone in the morning, and now recalling his perception at the time, he slowly said, "I'm going up I went to the scene in the afternoon and saw that there was chaos energy remaining on the smashed wooden board of the front door. There was no smell of blood, no smell of sulfur, and no coldness of ghosts. The energy was very chaotic, with a strong subjective will, just like... someone had rewritten reality with their own ideas."
He paused and tapped his fingertips on the huge hole in the photo. "It's the same method as the prank elf last time, but the level of power is completely different."
The office of the small town police station is filled with the sweet smell of coffee and donuts.
The police chief was a middle-aged man with a beer belly and a messy brown beard. He was sitting behind his desk and spinning a pen carelessly. After hearing the three people's intentions, he rolled his eyes and said that it was a wild bear that committed the crime.
"The Randolph family lives at the foot of a deep mountain. Every spring there are trout migrations, and there are a lot of bears. Isn't it normal for people to rush into the house when they are so hungry?" The police chief spread his hands, as if "you foreign federal agents are just making a fuss", "What's there to investigate!"
Dean leaned forward, rapped the table with his knuckles, and said with a bit of sarcasm in his tone, "Would a bear chase a person through the entire oak forest, smash the one-foot-thick solid wood front door, chase him to the bedroom on the second floor, and finally tear off only the head with precision? Does this bear have a grudge against him for killing his father, or has he specially practiced beheading?"
The police sergeant shrugged his shoulders, turned his pen and said nothing, looking like he was in a state of indifference.
Bai Haorui stood by the desk, his eyes seemingly casually scanning the file files spread out on the table, and Divine Sense quietly penetrated in. On the yellowed pages, the deceased's criminal record clearly came into his mind: two police records for domestic violence against his wife, seven arrests for bar fights, and was forced to take an emotion management class by the court for intentional injury.
He knew it in his heart - a typical "treat the other person with his own treatment."
Temporary wooden boards were still nailed to the front door of Randolph's house, and the wind blew in through the cracks, carrying the smell of pinewood in the mountains.
Casey Randolph was sitting on the sofa in the living room, holding a crumpled tissue in her hand. Her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were evasive, and her whole body was full of frightened fear. She kept mumbling "It must be a bear" over and over again.
Sam softened his tone and tried to reduce his aggression. "Mrs. Randolph, please tell us what you thought you saw. It doesn't matter. We have seen a lot of strange things, and we will never think you are crazy."
The woman's lips trembled for a long time before tears finally fell. She cried and spoke in a voice as thin as a gnat, "This is so ridiculous... But I swear, what I saw with my own eyes was Hulk. It was the big green guy in the old TV series, played by Lou Ferrigno. He smashed the front door, chased Bill up the stairs, and then..."
She couldn't speak anymore, covered her face and cried bitterly.
Dean and Sam exchanged glances quickly, with surprise written in their eyes. Dean suppressed the shock in his heart and followed her words and asked, "How tall is he? What color is his skin? Have you seen his face clearly?"
Bai Haorui quietly retreated to the corner, holding a light yellow Tracking Talisman between his fingertips.
The spiritual power quietly activated, the talisman became slightly hot in his palm, and the remaining energy traces in the room immediately appeared clearly in his perception.
That power is very special. It is not as cold as an evil thing. Instead, it has a bright undertone, but it is also full of random banter, like a person who has been playing the game for a long time and casually starts another round. But underneath the banter, there is still a hint of exhaustion that cannot be concealed.
He quietly took Five Emperor Coins into the palm of his hand, and the five copper coins touched lightly between his fingertips, making a slight crisp sound. The alarm bell rang in his heart - this guy's power level was too high.
When the three of them returned to the motel, it was already dark.
Sam walked in and threw a stack of colorful candy wrappers on the table. He took off his coat and put it on the back of the chair. "I went around the house again. The hole in the front door was eight feet wide, which was exactly the shoulder width of the old Hulk. There were fruit candy wrappers scattered all over the yard."
"Sugar?" Dean flipped through the file of the deceased and sneered, "Bill Randolph is a walking powder keg, with domestic violence, fights, and trouble everywhere. To put it bluntly - if you make him angry, he will make you look good." After saying this, he laughed to himself, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
Sam didn't smile. He tapped the candy wrapper with his fingertips and frowned. "A grumpy ghost was killed by the most famous grumpy ghost on TV. A typical 'deserved' punishment, coupled with his love for sweets and his love for playing tricks... It is basically certain that we have met the prankster again, right?"
A trace of hatred flashed in Dean's eyes, and he gritted his teeth. "It must be that bastard. Ever since Mystery Spot, I have always wanted to kill that grandson."
"Are you sure you have to kill him?" Sam hesitated for a moment, then raised his head and looked at his brother, "He is one of the strongest creatures we have ever seen. Maybe... we can win over him and use him."
"What are you using him for?" Dean thought it was ridiculous and sneered, "Become a Facebook friend with him and make an appointment to drink beer together?"
"The world is about to end, Dean." Sam's tone became serious and his eyes were serious, "Apocalypse It's already started. Both angels and demons are forcing us. We are not qualified to take the moral high ground. This guy loves to have fun and have fun, and he definitely doesn't want the end of the world to ruin his party. Maybe he hates angels and demons as much as we do. It's worth a try. If it doesn't work... we'll kill him again."
Dean stared at him for a long time, scratched his hair irritably, and turned to look at Bai Haorui: "What did you say?"
Bai Haorui pondered for a moment, took out three folded Mind-Clearing Illusion-Breaking Talisman from his backpack, and gave one fold to each of the two people. There were golden runes on the corners of the talisman paper, which gave it a touch of warmth.
"This person is playing in the world, and his temperament is unpredictable, but his power is really special. If you can fight for it, it is the best result. But you must be prepared with both hands." He clicked on the talisman paper with his fingertips. "Crushing this talisman can last for three minutes to clear the mind and break the illusion. No illusion can fascinate you. If something happens, it can keep you awake for a while."
He paused, and his fingertips traced the scabbard of the mahogany sword beside him. The Three-Five Evil-Slaying Talisman on the scabbard faintly glowed. "If a fight breaks out, I will hold him back head-on. You guys can find a chance to deal with it."
As soon as he finished speaking, a hurried call suddenly came from the police scanner next to him, "Dispatch center, dispatch center, a murder case was discovered in the old paper mill next to Highway 6. The deceased died in a strange way. Please support!"
The three of them looked at each other and without any hesitation, they immediately grabbed their equipment and rushed out the door.
"Dean, Sam, you go through the main entrance to explore, be careful not to leave alone." Bai Haorui walked quickly and took out eight Five Emperor Coins from his bag. E and a stack of talismans, "I will go around the back door cloth Bagua Trapping Formation to prevent him from teleporting away. Remember, once you find something wrong, crush Illusion-Breaking Talisman immediately."
In the night, the headlights of Impala pierced the darkness and sped towards the old paper mill.
The abandoned paper mill was silent, with broken windows hanging diagonally on the window frames. The afternoon sunlight shone in through the holes, forming turbid light pillars. The air was filled with the smell of moldy paper.
Dean and Sam held up sharpened wooden stakes and walked cautiously inside. They walked very lightly and scanned the shadows around them vigilantly. The factory building was filled with discarded paper rolls and rusty machines, and there were many shadows. It would not be a problem to hide a dozen people casually.
Suddenly, a wave of dizziness struck without warning.
It was as if someone had hit them on the back of the head with a stick, and as the world was spinning, the pungent smell of disinfectant suddenly penetrated into the nasal cavity, replacing the original smell of dust and mold. The silence in their ears disappeared, replaced by the sounds of messy footsteps, the beeping of monitors, and the faint sound of voices.
When the two of them came to their senses, they were already standing in the hospital corridor paved with off-white floor tiles. The hunting jackets they were wearing were gone, replaced by straight white coats, with a plastic name tag pinned to the chest, which clearly read "Doctor Winchester". The two of them also held a heavy medical record folder in their hands.
"Doctor."
A cold and angry female voice sounded. Sam just turned around and received a solid slap on the face.
There was a crisp "pop" sound, which made him turn his head away, and his cheek instantly hurt. He covered his face and looked at the woman in front of him blankly.
The woman was wearing a well-fitting white coat, her brown curly hair was tied behind her head, her facial features were delicate, but her eyes were filled with anger and pain, and her chest was rising and falling slightly.
She spoke very fast, like a barrage of cannonballs. "Seriously, you are very smart, you know that? But you are just a coward - a smart coward. You clearly had a chance to keep her, but you just watched her go."
"What is she talking about?" Sam was completely confused. He covered his cheek and turned to look at Dean.
Dean's eyes were straightened, and he couldn't move away from staring at the woman. He whispered to Sam, with a hint of fan excitement in his tone. "That's Ellen Dr. Piccolo! The heroine of "Dr. Sexy", Seattle Mercy Hospital's director of thoracic surgery, the sexy and serious one. We fell into a TV series! Look over there - Dr. Wang, the arrogant director of cardiac surgery, and Johnny Drake, who died in the first season and was a phantom in the heroine's head!"
"Dean, what nonsense are you talking about?" Sam was confused, then raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a half-smile, "Didn't you say you just took a look? Aren't you a fan? Even the supporting characters remember it so clearly?"
"This is called a guilty pleasure!" Dean immediately said something harsh. As soon as he finished speaking, his eyes suddenly froze. The tips of his ears turned slightly red. He looked away a little awkwardly and lowered his voice, "It's him, Dr. Sexy himself is here."
A tall man in a white coat strode over, full of aura, frowning, and a serious business look. He stopped in front of the two of them and said in a stern tone, "Doctor, you need to give me a reason why you disobeyed my direct order and did not perform a face transplant on Mrs. Bill?"
Dean raised his eyes, and his eyes subconsciously fell on his feet. Suddenly, he smiled, with the certainty of revealing a trick in his tone. "You are not Dr. Sexy."
The man frowned, with a displeased look on his face. "You're crazy."
"Really?" Dean crossed his arms, with a look of pride in his eyes, "Every Seattle knows that one of Dr. Sexy's iconic charms is that he wears cowboy boots to work all year round. And these white tennis shoes on your feet - they are discounted ones from the supermarket, right?"
Sam was finishing up the damage next to him, his tone holding back a smile, "You also said you are not a fan."
The man burst out laughing, and his laughter echoed in the corridor. His body swayed, and his white coat disappeared, replaced by a brown leather jacket and jeans. His short brown hair was messy, and he had a carefree smile on his face. He leaned against the wall and folded his arms - he was the prankster they had seen.
"You two are progressing very quickly. You actually recognized each other so quickly." He raised his eyebrows and spoke in a frivolous tone.
"Let us out." Dean lowered his face and quietly touched the talisman behind his waist.
"What else?" the Mischief Elf sneered and glanced at their empty hands, "Don't touch it, I didn't see your wooden stakes, big man. The message in the police scanner was sent by me, and this whole paper mill is a trap. I heard that you two idiots came to my territory, how could I not resist and join in the fun?"
He pointed around and said with a bit of show-off, "Do you like it? I created all the scenes myself. I have my own cast. Just think of it as my private little TV series."
"How can we get out?" Dean suppressed his anger and asked in a deep voice.
"That's a priceless question." The prankster whistled.
Sam took a step forward, softened his tone, and tried to negotiate. "It doesn't matter, we have something to tell you. We need your help, just listen to us for five minutes."
The prankster sneered, with an "I knew it all along" expression on his face. "Let me guess, you two idiots messed up the world and released Lucifer, and now you want me to help you clean up the mess?"
"Please, just five minutes." Sam looked at him.
"Okay." The mischief elf shrugged, looking like he was easy to talk to. "Let's just wait for the next twenty-four hours, play through all my games, and then we can have a good talk."
"What did you survive?" Dean frowned.
"It's a game. Aren't you already playing it?" He smiled maliciously.
Dean was about to ask about the rules of the game when the prankster suddenly frowned and turned his head to look at the end of the corridor.
"Buzz--"
The wall suddenly twisted and undulated violently like water, making a dull buzzing sound.
A purple-gold sword energy tore open the illusion barrier from the outside, and the shattered pieces of light splashed out like shards of glass.
Bai Haorui is holding a mahogany sword, stepping on Steps of Yu.
The black combat uniform made a hunting sound in the airflow, and the Three-Five Evil-Slaying Talisman on the sword was urged by True Gang to make the golden light flow. With each step, the floor tiles under your feet rippled with faint golden runes.
The Lotus Seal between his brows completely lit up, a pale golden light flowed in his eyes, and the burning aura of Pure Yang True Fire lingered around him. His whole figure was like an unsheathed sword, forcibly breaking through the barrier of the illusion.
His purpose of breaking in was very clear: to use Pure Yang True Gang to forcibly tear apart the illusion barrier, locate the auras of Dean and Sam, and take the people out directly.
Gabriel's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was actually a little surprised. The last time we met, this kid was just a large figure. How long has it been since he was able to break through his illusion?
Without thinking much, he raised his hand and threw out a pale white energy wave. The energy was not heavy, and he thought: just beat this nosy little guy out and don't ruin his carefully prepared game. That's it.
Bai Haorui's eyes were awe-inspiring, and he quickly formed the "fight" seal with his left hand on his chest. His finger gestures changed so fast that only an afterimage remained, and at the same time he shouted, "King Kong Body Protection!"
With a "buzz" sound, a half-human-high purple-gold True Gang shield instantly formed in front of him. Runes flowed on the surface of the shield, glowing with the burning luster of Pure Yang True Fire.
"Bang!"
The energy wave hit the shield hard and exploded. The air wave surged in both directions. The chairs on both sides of the corridor were thrown away, and all the glass windows were shattered. Bai Haorui was forced back half a step by the impact, and the soles of his boots left two shallow marks on the floor.
Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the shield, spreading like a spider web, but it did not break after all.
The moment he blocked the blow, Bai Haorui already made a judgment in his mind - it was the Holy Light of an Angel, and it was of extremely high grade.
Before Gabriel could make another move, Bai Haorui kicked the ground with his right foot, approaching him with his body.
The mahogany sword in his right hand slashed out diagonally, and the Three Altars Pure Yang True Fire in the dantian rushed to the sword body along the meridians, and spurted out along the blade, turning into a golden Fire Dragon Sword Qi that was ten feet long. The fire dragon roared, with a scorching breath that burned everything, and went straight to Gabriel's face.
He used 70% of his strength on this sword. Pure Yang True Fire, the most powerful and powerful sword, is designed to burn all evil and solidified energy. Even the holy light of an angel can burn out scars.
He just wants to force the opponent to block with all his strength and test the opponent's true bottom line.
Gabriel dodged sideways, Fire Dragon Sword Qi brushed his shoulder and hit him hard on the wall behind. With a loud "boom", a large charred black hole was directly burned out of the hospital set, revealing the gray void behind, and even the edges were distorted and deformed by True Fire.