Sam took a step back suddenly. Dean also clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, and his heart tightened. The next second, the boy's figure dispersed like smoke and disappeared into the darkness.
"He is the son of Leticia." Sam's voice was deep, and it took him a while to calm down. "According to legend, he was the first to be killed."
Dean pursed her lips and said nothing, and the doubts in her heart became more and more serious. If Leticia was really so cruel that she would scalp her own son, why did her son still say that his mother loved him before he died?
The afternoon sun fell on the backyard of Bobby's house, making people feel warm. The leaves of the sycamore tree rustled, casting swaying light spots on the ground.
The last silver needle was pulled out from the acupuncture point on his knee, and Bai Haorui withdrew the Zhen Gang. The Qi in his Dantian slowly fell back, and a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead. This time, he used nearly 30% of his Zhen Gang to completely remove the congestion and leave no hidden dangers.
He stood up and raised his chin at Bobby: "Get up and try. Slow down."
Bobby slowly held on to the armrests of the wheelchair, using a little force with his palms, and slowly stood up. He first carefully raised his right leg and took a small step forward - there was no familiar stinging pain in his knee, only a slight soreness, like the feeling of stretching after a long period of inactivity. He tried to take the second and third steps, and his steps became more and more stable, and his center of gravity fell completely on his legs, without any weakness.
Then he started running slowly and ran around the wooden piles in the yard.
The wind blew past my ears, and the soles of my shoes made a rustling sound on the grass.
When he stopped, he was panting, holding his knees with his hands, his chest rising and falling slightly, and his eyes were frighteningly bright, like a rekindled torch.
He looked down at his legs, then raised his hand and punched the wooden stake next to him, making a dull sound. The knee was stable, without any pain, and it didn't even shake.
Bobby was stunned for a long time, and suddenly smiled. The wrinkles on his face relaxed, as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and even the fine lines at the corners of his eyes shone with light.
"Damn it." He cursed, his voice a little hoarse, with a rough smile, and a little bit of unnoticeable choking, "I finally don't have to use this broken wheelchair."
Bai Haorui leaned against the door and looked at him with a smile. He handed over a bottle of ice water. The cap had already been opened by True Gang: "Don't be too anxious to be happy. There is still work to do in the evening."
Bobby's eyes brightened even more, and he suddenly became energetic. He turned around and walked towards the tool room. His steps were very vigorous, but he still had the same dejection as before. "Let's go! My silver ax is almost rusty! If I don't move, I will forget what it feels like to chop down monsters!"
Bai Haorui looked at his turbulent back, smiled and shook his head. The old hunter who had been holding back for several months was finally able to return to the battlefield, and the energy almost overflowed from Bones.
The door of the tool room was opened, and the sun shone in and fell on the silver ax in the corner. The ax blade was polished and reflected the light, and the old leather rope wrapped around the ax handle was polished and shiny.
The night was dark, and the moon was covered by thick clouds, leaving only a faint cold light.
The town in the west is remote and desolate. The funeral parlor is located at the end of the town. Most of the paint on the sign has peeled off, glowing coldly under the dim yellow street lights. There is not even a soul around, and it is very eerie.
Bobby pretended to be a family member of the deceased, wearing a crisp black suit and a neat tie, holding an empty urn in his hand, with just the right amount of grief and exhaustion on his face; Bai Haorui, wearing a simple black T-shirt and jeans, followed him, lowering his eyes to cover the flash of golden light in his eyes.
There were three knocks on the door, and after a while, the door creaked open a crack. The person who opened the door was a gray-faced man with sunken eye sockets, dark purple lips, skin as dry as bark, and a faint rancid smell on his body, like rotten meat that had been left for several days.
He looked at the two of them with cloudy eyes, and his voice was as hoarse as sandpaper. "Who are you looking for?"
Bai Haorui's brows moved imperceptibly, and Heavenly Eye opened instantly. Pale golden eyes passed through his eyes, and he instantly saw the man's true form clearly - his skin was gray and wrinkled, his nails were sharp and long, his fangs were hidden in his mouth, and there were still undigested human flesh residues hidden in his abdomen, which was the form of a ghoul.
The two looked at each other and knew something in their hearts. Bobby sighed and said in a heavy voice, "My old man is gone. I ordered an urn from you before. I'll come and pick it up."
The man hesitated for a moment and turned sideways to let them in. His steps were as stiff as if his joints were rusty.
Bobby used the pretext of "visiting the body" to lead the man to the morgue, deliberately distracting him by distracting him. He asked about the funeral process, the price of the cemetery, and complained that the funeral parlor was expensive.
The man was wary at first, but relaxed as they chatted, thinking that these were two ordinary family members of the deceased, and there was no threat.
Bai Haorui took advantage of the two people talking and quietly walked around to the backyard. The backyard was overgrown with grass, and there was an abandoned cellar in the corner. The lid was ajar, and the strong smell of blood and putrefaction wafted out from inside, mixed with the smell of earth, which was particularly pungent.
He opened the lid and jumped down. The cellar was dark and damp, and there were mold spots on the walls. There were chewed-up Bones all over the floor, stained with dark red blood. There was a tramp's body thrown in the corner, half of his body had been chewed beyond recognition, and he died in a miserable state.
Bai Haorui frowned slightly, and was about to go back to join Bobby when suddenly the sound of breaking wind sounded behind him. The second ghoul jumped out from the shadows, its sharp nails carrying the rotten wind, and went straight to Bai Haorui's back, as fast as a gray shadow.
Bai Haorui turned his steps and ducked sideways like catkins.
The True Gang in the dantian started to circulate instantly, the purple-gold air flow rushed to the arm along the meridians, and the peach wood sword was unsheathed with a "swish" sound.
The blade of the sword drew a line of cold light in the darkness, and the purple-gold Pure Yang True Fire sprang up along the blade. The flame was condensed and pure, the temperature was extremely high, and it carried an awe-inspiring righteousness that burned away all evil spirits.
He flipped his wrist and stabbed straight with the sword, accurately piercing the ghoul's shoulder.
"Ouch--!" The ghoul let out a shrill scream, and Pure Yang True Fire dug into the wound, like a red-hot iron burning into the flesh, making a sizzling sound, and black smoke mixed with a burnt smell came out. It rolled on the ground in pain, and its sharp claws scratched the ground crazily, leaving deep marks, and gray-green blood flowed all over the ground.
The ghoul in the front hall heard the noise and immediately reacted, knowing that he had been fooled. It roared and revealed its original shape, its smelly mouth split open, revealing sharp fangs, its nails instantly lengthened and turned black, and it rushed towards Bobby, bringing with it a gust of fishy wind.
Bobby was already on guard. He took half a step back, pulled out the pistol from the inside of his suit with his right hand, and fired two shots with a "bang, bang" sound. The silver bullets accurately hit both of its knees.
Black smoke from the burning silverware came out from the wound, and the ghoul screamed in pain, staggering to his knees. Bobby moved so quickly that he didn't look like he had just recovered from his leg injury. He turned sideways to avoid the claws it swung at, and took advantage of the situation to pull out the silver ax from his waist. He exerted force on his wrist and swung it round before slashing.
At this moment, Bai Haorui also rushed over from the backyard. With a flick of his left hand, Five Emperor Coins strung with a red rope flew out, and five golden lights "snap" nailed the ghoul's eyebrows, hands, wrists and ankles, accurately sealing the evil veins and mobility around it. The ghoul struggled desperately, but was firmly nailed in place by the golden light, unable to move, and could only roar in anger and fear.
"Crack!"
The silver ax fell with the sound of wind, and with a flash of cold light, the head rolled to the ground, and blood spattered all over the ground. The ghoul's body twitched a few times, and slowly revealed its original shape, with gray skin and sharp teeth.
The other ghoul, half burned to death by True Fire, saw that the situation was not good, covered its shoulders and tried to crawl away. But Bobby had already laid out a salt line at the door, and it bumped into it. The salt grains touched its skin and made a sizzling sound, like red hot coals on its body. It was covered in smoke and it retreated repeatedly, screaming in pain.
Bai Haorui took a step forward, and the peach wood sword stabbed straight through, piercing its heart with precision. Pure Yang True Fire burned all over the body along the meridians instantly, purple-gold flames wrapped around the ghoul's body, and flames came out from its seven orifices. In just a few seconds, it was turned into a puddle of smelly black ash by the pure sun fire, which dispersed as soon as the wind blew, leaving no residue.
After the battle ended, the funeral parlor was filled with the smell of burnt and putrid smells. Bobby wiped the blood on the silver axe, panting and laughing, with a bit of dust on his beard. "I haven't had such a good time in a long time! I am more comfortable partnering with you than with that old boy John."
Bai Haorui handed him a bottle of beer, which was cold with water droplets on the bottle. He had just used True Fire Slash to kill the ghouls, and his breath was still stable, and he didn't feel tired at all - Refining Qi into Gang's cultivation level, it would not take much effort to deal with two ordinary ghouls.
"Your skills have not deteriorated at all." Bai Haorui clinked wine bottles with him, "The prediction of where to move is better than mine. Two shots directly destroyed its legs."
The two of them were leaning against the car and drinking beer. The evening breeze carried the smell of grass and trees, blowing away a lot of the rotten smell. The fields in the distance were dark, and the clouds in the sky dispersed, revealing a few stars.
Bobby took a sip of wine and looked at the dark night in the distance. He was silent for a while, and his voice was lower, with a little fear. "I used to think that I would have to stay in a wheelchair until I die. Thank you, Haorui. Really."
Bai Haorui touched his bottle and didn't say anything sensational. He only said, "There will be many battles to fight in the future. Let's just fight together. Apocalypse It's not over yet, there's still a long way to go."
At around two o'clock in the morning, the two of them finished handling the scene overnight and drove back to Bobby's house. The yard was quiet, with only the kitchen light shining with a warm yellow light.
Bobby brewed two cups of hot coffee, and the rich aroma dispelled the coldness of the night. He dug out the dusty demon hunting files and laid them out on the table, with a thin layer of dust on the pages. As he flipped through the pages, he told Bai Haorui about the old stories of hunting ghouls in the past. He mentioned the husbands of John, Ellen, and Ellen, and his tone slowly became darker. "It was so lively at that time, with a room full of people doing whatever they wanted, but now... they can just walk away and disperse."
Bai Haorui tapped the mark on the file with his fingertips, interrupting his depression. "It's not bad now. When Dean Sam comes back, the four of us can handle anything. Whether Apocalypse or Lucifer, we can always find a way."
Bobby suddenly raised his head, stared at him for a long time, and suddenly asked, "By the way, why do you always avoid Chuck? What's going on? Has he offended you?"
Bai Haorui He subconsciously wanted to say, "He is God", but when the words came to his mouth, they seemed to be forced to turn eighteen turns by an invisible force, changing the taste uncontrollably, and the words came out as. "Because the apple pie he made was so unpalatable that it could poison a brown bear. The last time I took a bite, I had diarrhea for three days."
After saying this, he himself smiled bitterly.
Bobby rolled his eyes and sneered, "Your kid's ability to bully others is getting better and better, let alone knocking him down. I don't want to know yet."
Bai Haorui took a sip of coffee and didn't explain any more. Damn it, whenever it involves Chuck's true identity, it will automatically turn into nonsense and will never reach other people's ears. He didn't bother to put in the effort, and tapped the devil's file on the table with his fingertips.
Dean and Sam spent the afternoon checking historical records in the hotel, and the more they checked, the more suspicious they became. Sam flipped through the old newspapers and police files in the microfilm, and his brows knitted into knots.
"No, Dean." Sam pointed to the autopsy record on the film, "The newspaper wrote that of the four boys who died that year, three were orphans, and only one was Leticia's biological son. Moreover, the autopsy report said that the cause of death of the three orphans was cutting their throats with a sharp weapon, and only her son's scalp was peeled off. If Leticia was a madman, why was the killing method different? It makes no sense to kill others by cutting their throats, but to kill his own son, he used more cruel methods."
Dean held a Coke can in his mouth and stared at the old photo on the wall. In the photo, Leticia was holding his son and smiling softly. He was silent for a few seconds. "You mean, the legend is reversed?"
"Not sure yet." Sam shook his head, "We have to find the bones to verify. If we can find the bones of the three boys, maybe we can tell something."
Just then, they heard Barnes and Demian discussing the map in the lobby, saying that they had found Leticia's burial ground.
Dean's eyes lit up and he walked over and wanted to borrow the map. Demian put the map back with an unconvinced look on his face. "Why should we give you the game props we found? You can find them yourself if you have the ability."
Sam tried to smooth things over and suggested that they form a team to look for it together. Once they found it, all the gift cards would be theirs. The two were heartbroken and made another condition. "Also, we want to be Sam and Dean. You two can't compete for the role."
Dean rolled his eyes and agreed.
The four of them walked towards the cemetery. The sky was gradually getting dark. The wind blew through the treetops, making a whining sound, as if someone was crying.
Barnes and Demian were deeply involved in the drama on the road. You and I acted out the story of the breakup of brothers with each word. The sentences "You don't trust me", "You always make your own decisions" and "How many things have you done without telling me" accurately poked at Dean's sore spot.
The rifts, quarrels, and pain between him and Sam, as well as the guilt and weakness that he tossed and turned in the middle of the night, were performed lightly by two strangers, as if they were opening his wounds to show others, treating them as after-dinner entertainment.
Dean finally couldn't help but burst out and stopped suddenly. His voice was filled with overwhelming anger and a little trembling that was not easy to detect. "That's enough! Are you sick? Why do you choose to be this kind of person? Sam and Dean's story sucks! It's not funny at all, it's just a puddle of mud! They lost all their family members, ran for their lives every day, and killed the people they loved with their own hands. Their pain is not for your entertainment! Do you think they are willing to be treated as circus monsters?"
Barnes was stunned by his yelling and retorted in a low voice, "But they are fictional characters... and they are not real."
Dean The words reached his lips and he swallowed them back. He couldn't say that it was all true, and he couldn't tell them that those pains, those deaths, and those tears all really happened. He held it in for a long time and only said in a hoarse voice, "They care. Believe me, they care very much."
After saying that, he turned around and walked deeper into the cemetery, his back tense, like a fully drawn bow. Sam quickly followed and awkwardly explained to two fans, "He is just... too serious, don't take it seriously."
Sam also feels bad. Those lives that are written into stories and those choices that are judged by others, only they know how difficult each step is.
When the grave was dug, it was already dark.
The soil was wet and cold, and the moment the coffin was pried open, a rotten smell came out. Lying in the coffin was a complete female skeleton, wearing an old-fashioned white dress, and holding a shabby little boy doll in his hand, Bones turned yellow.
Barnes and Demian were so frightened that their faces turned pale, their calves trembled, and they subconsciously took two steps back - these were not game props at all, but real bones. The "realistic props" they thought before were all real.
Dean ignored them, took out a salt bag and sprinkled it evenly on the bones, took out a lighter and lit it. The flames jumped up, licking the bones, making a crackling sound. At this moment, a gust of wind blew violently, the surrounding temperature dropped several degrees in an instant, and the ghost of Leticia appeared screaming.
She was wearing a gray and white dress, her hair was messy, and she had a sad, angry and anxious look on her face. She reached out and grabbed the nearest Barnes.
Sam was thrown out by her power and hit the tombstone hard. He groaned and his back was numb with pain.
Dean The ignition action continued, and the flames burned brighter and brighter.
The ghost of Leticia screamed, its body became transparent little by little, and finally dissipated in the wind with reluctance.
The two fans collapsed on the ground and gasped for air. They were scared out of their wits. Their faces were pale and they were speechless for a long time.
Dean looked at them with raised eyebrows, with a hint of comfort in his tone, "Now do you think it's true?"
The two of them nodded hurriedly, unable to speak clearly.
After returning to the hotel, everyone just breathed a sigh of relief when they suddenly heard a loud bang. All the doors and windows in the hotel were locked at the same time. No matter how hard they were pushed, they would not move. It was as if an invisible force had sealed the entire building from the outside. The lights in the lobby began to flicker on and off, the temperature dropped sharply, and everyone couldn't help but shudder.
"Oops!" Sam's expression changed. That's not right, wasn't Leticia already burned?
At this time, the ghost of the scalped little boy floated at the end of the corridor. His figure was faint and he spoke faintly, his voice full of grievance. "Why did you send my mother away?"
Dean was not angry, and was still holding fire in his heart. "What else? She peeled off your scalp, isn't it good that we rescued you?"
The little boy shook his head, and his voice was soft and tearful. "It wasn't my mother who did it." After saying that, his figure slowly faded and disappeared into the wall.
Dean and Sam were stunned on the spot.
Not Leticia? Who is that?
The next second, the ghosts of three little boys floated out laughing, with blood on their faces and a rusty knife in their hands. The leader tilted his head and smiled, his eyes innocent and cruel, as if he was playing some interesting game. "Mrs. Gore won't let us go out to play. Now that she's gone, we can play whatever we want."
A shrill scream came from upstairs, breaking the silence of the hotel. When the two rushed up, the fan with a German accent had already fallen to the ground, his scalp was completely peeled off, blood flowed all over the floor, his eyes were wide open, and he had long since lost his breath.
The two of them understood instantly.
The legend is completely reversed.
It was these three naughty orphans who tortured and killed Leticia's son and scalped the child. In order to avenge his son, Leticia killed three children and then committed suicide.
Her ghost has been guarding here for hundreds of years, restraining the three evil boys and preventing them from going out to harm others. They burned Leticia, which was equivalent to removing the shackles with their own hands and releasing the three evil ghosts.
"What the hell, you did something stupid." Dean gritted his teeth, feeling annoyed. They were misled by the legend and thought they were getting rid of ghosts, but in the end, they released the real evil ghost and killed a person.
The two immediately gathered all the fans in the lobby, letting Chuck watch everyone delay and calm down.
Dean quickly thought of countermeasures, his mind racing. "Leticia can calm them down, which means they are afraid of her from the bottom of their hearts. Find the actress who plays Leticia to pretend to be her, first scare the evil boy, take the opportunity to open the door, and let Barnes go to the cemetery to burn the bones of the three children. Only by burning the bones can they be completely eliminated."
When I found the actress, she was leaning against the wall playing with her mobile phone. She had spent half of her makeup and looked impatient. When she heard that she was going to pretend to be a ghost and scare real ghosts, she shook her head like a rattle and refused on the spot. "I'm just a working person, I won't do this! It's too dangerous, and I don't want to die here. You can find someone else."
At this moment, Barnes and Demian came over. Their faces were still a little white and their hands were shaking, but their eyes were firm. They looked at Dean and Sam: "We want to help. This is not a game, right? Then we should also do something - Sam and Dean will definitely not leave everyone behind when this happens. Neither can we."
Dean looked at them and was stunned for a moment. Just now, I thought these people were boring and only knew how to take pleasure in other people's pain. But at this moment, somewhere in my heart softened.
It turns out that people are not just watching the excitement, but some people actually learn courage from the story.