Bai Haorui twisted his waist to dodge, narrowly avoiding the vital point. At the same time, he turned the sword edge and swung it diagonally against Lucifer's shoulder. Pure Yang True Fire scorched the fabric of his suit, leaving a black wound on his shoulder, and black blood seeped out.
The two of them were fighting in close quarters. The sword light and the holy light intertwined, making a banging collision sound and sparks flying everywhere.
Bai Haorui's swordsmanship is unpretentious, and every move goes straight to the point without any pretense. The True Fire on the sword edge is constantly burning Lucifer's energy, and every collision makes Lucifer's dark holy light lit up with ripples. He stepped on Steps of Yu, moving erratically, always able to avoid Lucifer's attack at the last moment, and at the same time thrust out a sword with his backhand.
Lucifer relied on the strong body of the angel to resist. His fist grazed Bai Haorui's ribs. The wind of the fist made Bai Haorui's internal organs hurt. The holy light blade at his fingertips cut through the air, leaving a black afterimage. If he was not careful, his body and head would be separated.
The burn on Bai Haorui's back was pulled by the movements, and the pain caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead. Every time he swung the sword, it felt like a knife was scratching his back.
But his eyes were still sharp, and he had no intention of retreating. His breathing was getting faster and faster, but he was not disordered at all.
After more than a dozen rounds, the ground around the two of them was pitted and all the grass clippings were burnt to ashes. Bai Haorui's arms were numb and the tiger's mouth hurt, and True Gang had lost another 20% of his strength. Lucifer also failed, with a black wound on his shoulder and arm, and black blood dripping down his fingertips.
The wound on the shoulder completely angered Lucifer.
His eyes turned cold, and the black holy light around him surged, like black flames rising three feet high. He slapped his palm suddenly, with the force of destroying the world, and the wind of the palm made people breathless.
Bai Haorui had no time to retreat, so he could only block with his sword.
"Pfft--"
Huge power was transmitted along the sword body, and Bai Haorui flew out like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground more than ten meters away, spurting out a large mouthful of blood, staining the clothes on the chest red. The peach wood sword also flew out, and was inserted into the soil not far away. True Gang in the Dantian was completely disordered, and there were bursts of stinging pain in the meridians, as if countless needles were pricking it.
"Haorui!"
Dean and Sam, who had just woken up, shouted at the same time and wanted to rush over to help, but they were stopped in place by an energy wave from Lucifer. They could not move and could only watch.
Lucifer walked over step by step, his leather shoes making a slight sound when he stepped on the soil. He looked down at Bai Haorui on the ground with a mocking tone. "Humans are human beings. No matter how much they cultivate, they are just ants."
Bai Haorui stood up slowly while holding on to the ground, covering his chest with one hand, coughed twice, and coughed up a mouthful of blood. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were still as sharp as a sword, and he did not give in at all.
He quickly formed seals on his chest with his hands, his fingertips turned slightly white from the exertion, and the finger seals changed so quickly that only afterimages remained.
The Lotus Seal above the eyebrows completely lit up, like a golden lotus in full bloom. All the pure Power of Faith stored in it was mobilized and merged with the True Gang and Three Altars Pure Yang True Fire in the Dantian.
The meridians were overloaded and there was a tearing pain, but it was as if he didn't feel it.
He clasped his hands together, then slowly separated them, and a golden long sword condensed from pure True Fire and True Gang appeared in his hands.
The blade of the sword was glowing with a purple-gold halo, and the temperature was so high that the surrounding air was distorted and crackling, and even the soil on the ground began to burn black and cake.
"Three Altars Body Refinement, True Fire Burns the Heavens!"
Bai Haorui shouted in a low voice, his voice hoarse but filled with great power. Holding the sword in both hands, he used all his strength to strike out at Lucifer.
A golden sword energy dozens of feet long roared towards Lucifer, like a giant golden dragon. Wherever the sword energy passed, deep ravines were plowed out on the ground, and the weeds instantly turned into fly ash. Even the space seemed to be slightly deformed by being burned, with the aura of destroying everything.
Lucifer's face finally changed.
He could feel the power of pure Yang contained in this sword energy, which was far more powerful than he expected. He did not dare to take it hard, crossed his hands in front of him, and concentrated all the holy light in his arms on his arms, forming a thick black shield with runes flowing on the surface of the shield.
"Boom--!"
The sword energy hit the shield hard, and a huge shock wave spread in all directions. The ground of the farm opened with countless huge cracks, and the haystacks next to it were instantly ignited and turned into a sea of fire.
The strong wind whipped up sparks flying all over the sky, the whole farm was as bright as day, and even the night sky was reflected in purple.
Lucifer was beaten back more than a dozen steps, and each step left deep footprints on the ground, with the soil sinking half a foot deep.
All the sleeves on his arms were turned into fly ash, leaving a deep wound on his arm with bone visible. Black blood dripped down the fingertips and fell to the ground, each drop burning and making the soil sizzle.
At the moment when the sword energy was exhausted, Lucifer shot a black blade of holy light through the air with his backhand, hitting Bai Haorui in the chest.
Bai Haorui's body shook, and the golden lightsaber dissipated instantly. He looked down at the black wound on his chest, and then looked up at Lucifer.
Finally, his vision went dark, and he fell straight down, falling into a severe coma.
Before he fell into coma, he vaguely saw a familiar figure in a beige trench coat flashing over, and he felt relieved - Cass was here, Dean and Sam were safe.
Lucifer looked at Bai Haorui lying on the ground and frowned, a little surprised.
He didn't expect that a human could actually hurt him, and hurt him so badly. He originally wanted to catch up and eliminate the root cause, but Death Horseman in the big pit behind him had already begun to move. The ceremony had reached the most critical moment and must not be interrupted.
He snorted coldly, turned around and walked back to the pit, ignoring the few people who escaped.
Lucifer finished reciting the last incantation, opened his arms, and his voice was filled with joy, like welcoming an old friend:
"Hello, death."
In the deep pit, a pale figure slowly stood up.
He wore a shabby dark cloak, and the hood covered most of his face, only revealing his cold and hard jaw. He held a rusty sickle in his hand, the blade glowing with cold light.
The whole body exudes the eternal silence and chill. Wherever it passes, even the air seems to freeze, even the beating flames seem to slow down, and the temperature drops sharply.
The head of Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, Death Horseman, has completely come to this world.
In the woods in the distance, Castiel was supporting Dean, and Sam was carrying the unconscious Bai Haorui. Several people looked back at the deathly black air rising into the sky in the direction of the farm, their faces extremely heavy.
The wind blew through the treetops, making a whining sound, like countless innocent souls crying.
The assassination plan completely failed. Colt gun could not kill Lucifer, Death Horseman also came to the world, and Bai Haorui was seriously injured and fell into coma.
The heavy despair was like a tide, overflowing everyone, making people breathless.
At dawn, several people returned to Bobby's house.
The car stopped in the yard, and everyone gently carried the wounded inside.
Ellen and Qiao were placed on two beds in the guest room. Qiao's internal organs were severely damaged, his face was as white as paper, and his breathing was weak; Ellen's head was concussed, and he had several stitches on his forehead, and he was still unconscious.
Bai Haorui was placed on the sofa in the living room. His face was as pale as paper, his lips were bloodless, and his breathing was so weak that it was almost imperceptible.
He frowned tightly, as if he was suffering from the pain of torn meridians while in a coma. He coughed from time to time, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.
Bobby checked the injuries of all three people. When he came out, his face was ugly, with an unshaven beard and red bloodshot eyes. He leaned against the fireplace and said in a low voice, "Qiao's internal organs were seriously injured and he needs to be sent to the hospital. Bai Haorui's meridians are seriously damaged, True Gang is exhausted, and they are also corroded by the dark energy of Lucifer... Whether they can wake up depends on their own destiny."
Dean squatted beside the sofa, stretched out his hand to touch Bai Haorui's blackened cuffs, and quickly retracted them, for fear of hurting him. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white, and the veins on the backs of his hands popped out, and his voice was hoarse. "He is just a fool... what are you trying to do..."
Obviously there is no need to rush in, there is obviously no need to bear the explosion, and there is obviously no need to fight Lucifer to the death. But he rushes to the front every time, protecting everyone behind him.
Bobby sighed, patted his shoulder and said nothing.
Sam was sitting on the floor at the door of the guest room, with his back against the wall, his eyes empty. Colt gun was useless, Lucifer couldn't be killed, Death Horseman came to the world, Bai Haorui was seriously injured and unconscious... Qiao...Ellen, all hopes seemed to be shattered overnight, so broken that they couldn't even put them together.
He remembered what Lucifer said "Detroit six months later", his heart hurt as if it was being clenched and he couldn't breathe.
He suddenly understood that when a person reaches a desperate situation, even anger seems powerless, and only heavy despair is left, which makes people unable to lift their heads.
Bobby picked up the Polaroid photo on the table. In the photo, the seven people were all well, with different expressions, but they all had a certain determination to go to the battlefield.
He looked at it for a long time, then his fingertips lightly brushed Bai Haorui's face in the photo.
Finally, he gently placed the photo on the coffee table next to Bai Haorui.
As long as people are still there, it can't be considered a total loss.
He walked to the window and looked at the white sky outside, his back looking particularly heavy.
The TV was on, and the news anchor's voice was solemn, which sounded particularly clear in the quiet living room, "Paulding County declared a state of emergency. The storm system triggered multiple tornadoes. The number of casualties cannot be counted at the moment. Heavy losses are expected..."
No one spoke in the room, only the murmur of the TV and the weak breathing of Bai Haorui. Heavy despair overwhelmed everyone like a tide. It was almost dawn outside the window, but their long night seemed to have just begun.
Glendale Psychiatric Hospital at two in the morning, soaked in pale fluorescence.
The light tube at the end of the corridor had poor contact and made a continuous buzzing and trembling sound, like the flapping wings of some giant insect, crawling into every crack along the cracked wall.
In the single ward No. 306, there was a small scratching sound coming from deep in the wall. Once, and again, like fingernails scratching on dry Bones, the rhythm was painfully slow.
Susan huddled in the farthest corner of the hospital bed, and the quilt was wrinkled by her. Her eye sockets were sunken, and her eyes were full of panic. Her eyes were fixed on the gap in the ward door, and she didn't even dare to blink hard. There was a soft creak on the door axis, and she shivered suddenly.
The one who walked in through the door was Dr. Hale, who was on duty. His white coat was wrinkled, and his face was tired from staying up late and professionally perfunctory. He glanced at Susan, who was huddled in the corner of the bed, and spoke in a calm tone.:"Susan, you didn't sleep again? The nurse said that you refused to take medicine, which is not good for your condition. We are all very sorry about Annie, but it was suicide. You have to accept the reality."
"It's not suicide!" Susan rushed over and grabbed the doctor's wrist, his knuckles turning white from the force. "My son's phantom is fake. I know it was imagined by me! But that monster is real! It's crawling on the ceiling, and it's going to eat me!"
Dr. Hale frowned and withdrew his hand, shook his head, and said with a accustomed helplessness in his tone, "Take your medicine on time and have a good rest. You just got sick again."
He turned around and turned off the lights, the door clicked shut, and the ward was instantly plunged into darkness. The scraping sound was getting closer and closer, right on the ceiling above his head, as clear as his ears. Susan opened his mouth to shout, but his throat seemed to be tightly grasped by a cold hand, and no sound could come out. A broken breath stuck in his throat and stopped abruptly.
A small hole was quietly opened in the plasterboard above the head, and a drop of blood slowly seeped out.
At the same moment, on the interstate highway one hundred and twenty miles away, the black Impala was like a silent giant, splitting through the gray morning fog and speeding forward.
Road Driving: Unhealed Scars
The sky was a dull gray-blue, as if covered with a layer of dust that could not be wiped off. Dean was holding the steering wheel, his knuckles were slightly white, and his eyes were now thick black, with stubble sprouting along his jawline, showing an unconcealable haggardness. He tapped the steering wheel unconsciously with his fingertips, staring at the empty road ahead, his brows never loosening.
Sam in the passenger seat was flipping through the letter sent by Martin. The edges of the paper were wrinkled by him, but the handwriting was still clear - it was the handwriting of the old hunter Martin. It was sloppy and powerful, and there was a panic of being forced into a desperate situation.
"How fierce was old Martin when he was with my dad?" Dean spoke first, with a deliberately frivolous tone, as if he was teasing, "Now he is actually living in a lunatic asylum, and he really lives better and better."
He spoke carelessly, but his heart felt heavy and heavy. The fiasco of the last assassination attempt on Lucifer was like a huge boulder pressing on his chest. The blood spurted out when Qiao was thrown away by the monster. Ellen blushed while holding his daughter. The image of Bai Haorui lying on the ground with his chest stained with blood and barely breathing was spinning in his mind as soon as he closed his eyes. He wished he could jump into the case immediately, too busy to think about things, too busy to face those people he couldn't save.
Sam rubbed the edge of the letter with his fingertips and whispered, "Martin has saved dad many times, so we all have to go." He paused and looked up at Dean, "Bobby called this morning and said that Bai Haorui hasn't woken up yet. It's just the two of us going there this time, don't make any more trouble."
Dean said "Hmm" without looking away from the road. "Stop talking when the time comes, I'll deal with the doctor."
What he didn't say was that he was afraid. He was afraid that Sam was carrying Apocalypse's guilt and the shadow of demon blood in his heart, and his secret would be exposed accidentally; he was afraid that the depressive atmosphere of this place would bring out the darkness in Sam's bones. He couldn't say these words, so he could only wrap them in a strong tone, pretending that he just thought Sam was troublesome.
Sam didn't refute and nodded lightly. He knew Dean's temperament very well. All his concerns were hidden in his harsh words, and all his worries were suppressed in his heart.
Doctor's Office: Both admitted
Dr. Fuller's office is so clean that it's almost rigid. The man in his late fifties wears a pair of thin-rimmed gold glasses, his hair is meticulously combed, the documents on the desk are neatly stacked, and even the pens are placed upright. The blinds cut the sunlight outside the window into fine gold bars, which fall on his cold profile.
Dean pretended to be worried about his brother's family members, leaning forward slightly with just the right amount of anxiety in his tone. "Doctor, my brother... has been in poor condition. Dr. Babar recommended that we come to you, saying that you are the most professional in this area."
Sam sat next to him with his eyes downcast, his shoulders slightly slumped, looking depressed. Dr. Fuller asked him something, and he slowly followed the topic, his voice was very soft and half-truthful. "I am depressed and always feel sorry for many people. I turned on Apocalypse, let go Lucifer, and now I hunt monsters with my brother and an angel."
His tone was as calm as if he was saying that the weather was bad today, but every word was like a stone hitting his heart. These truths that almost suffocated him could only be spoken openly under the guise of "crazy words." In the eyes of normal people, these were all conjectures; but to him, every sentence was a bloody reality.
Dr. Fuller frowned and was about to speak, but Dean quickly took over the conversation and spoke deliberately exaggeratedly, "Doctor, don't listen to his nonsense! What Lucifer is evil, it's all because he was high and had random thoughts! That woman named Ruby led him bad, she keeps nagging her every day, and I'm almost worried to death!"
He talked about "excusing" Sam, but in fact, he deliberately relied on the "unreliable family members". He originally wanted to ask the doctor to only leave Sam for observation, so that he could investigate from the outside.
Unexpectedly, after listening to Dr. Fuller, he directly pressed the call bell on the table.
"Both of you, please stay and observe." Dr. Fuller pushed up his glasses and said calmly, "The co-dependence between the two of you is too obvious. It would be best for you both to be treated separately."
The nurse who pushed in the door smiled and added, Dean's eyes widened on the spot, and he almost jumped up on the spot. When the nurse led them to the ward, he followed behind, rolling his eyes and scolding this bullshit codependency theory eight hundred times in his heart - what codependency, this is his biological brother! If he doesn't protect him, who will?
Bobby family guest room: wake up in three days
At the same time that the brothers were "invited" into the ward, in the guest room of Bobby's house, the curtains were tightly drawn, and only a ray of early morning skylight leaked through the gap, casting a thin line of light on the floor.
There was a leftover medicine bowl on the table, and an unpacked acupuncture bag was spread out next to it. The silver needles were still stained with faint medicine. The person on the bed trembled his eyelashes and slowly opened his eyes.
Bai Haorui was born with clear eyebrows, high brow bones, and a straight nose bridge. He usually always has a bit of aloofness that avoids strangers. At this moment, his face was as white as rice paper soaked in water, his lips were bloodless, and his eyebrows were The pale golden Lotus Seal in my heart was much dimmer than usual, almost disappearing into my skin. When I first woke up, my vision was still a little blurry, but it became clear after a while, and my first reaction was to tighten my palms.
The purple-gold True Gang in the Dantian was as empty as a wisp of smoke. Most of the originally condensed Gang Qi was dispersed. The burning sensation of Lucifer dark energy remained in the meridians - like countless tiny ice needles running along the blood. The tube wandered, and even the seams of Bones were numb and painful. This was the wound left by the last hard blow of Lucifer. The dark energy, with the chill of death, stuck to the walls of the meridians, making it difficult for even Three Altars True Fire to be completely refined.
He propped up his arms and tried to sit up, but as soon as he moved, his chest felt tight, a sweet smell surged in his throat, he coughed twice, and his palms were stained with light blood.
"You're finally awake!" The door was pushed open, and Bobby walked in with a bowl of porridge. Seeing that he was awake, his eyes lit up. He quickly put the bowl on the bedside table and reached out to help him lie down. "I've been lying down for three days. I'm so seriously injured this time, so don't move around yet."
Bai Haorui leaned on the pillow, his throat was so dry that it hurt, and his voice was extremely hoarse when he opened his mouth. The first question he asked was, "Where are Dean and Sam? How are Ellen and Qiao?"
"The brothers went to investigate the case in the mental hospital. They just left not long ago." Bobby stuffed the porridge into his hands, with a bit of annoyance in his tone, "Qiao's internal organs should be damaged. Ellen has a concussion and a waist injury, and he is lying next door. You take care of yourself first, and don't worry about anything else."
Bai Haorui After hearing this, he frowned immediately, put the porridge aside, lifted the quilt and got out of bed. "No, if Qiao's congestion accumulates deep in the organs, it will be the root of the disease. I have to go and have a look."
"Are you crazy?" Bobby quickly held down his shoulders, with great strength, and in an angry and urgent tone, "You can't even stand still and you want to treat someone else? I made the medicine according to the recipe you left, and it will last a day or two!"
"One day is just one more risk." Bai Haorui shook his head, his tone was very calm, but with unquestionable certainty, "I'm fine, I just spent some real energy, but I can't die."
He said that he was about to stand up on the edge of the bed, and the wound on his back was pulled, which made him frown slightly in pain, but he did not stop at all. Bobby looked at his stubborn look and was so angry that his teeth itched, but he still stretched out his hand to help him - he knew the boy's temperament very well, and according to his hometown, even eight strong cows could not pull him back.
In Qiao's room, the sunlight was filtered softly by the curtains. Ellen was leaning on the bedside, with gauze still wrapped around his forehead and scratches on his cheeks. His bright eyes in the past were a bit weak now.
Qiao was lying on the bed, her face was as white as transparent, her lips were dry and skinny, her breathing was as light as a feather, the wound on her abdomen was still aching, and it was difficult to even turn over.
Hearing the movement at the door, Ellen looked up and saw Bai Haorui standing there holding on to the door frame with a frighteningly pale face. He was immediately startled. "Haorui? Why are you up? Go back and lie down!"
Bai Haorui didn't say much, and walked in slowly. His steps looked steady, but in fact, every step involved injuries to his meridians. He walked to the bed and sat down, his voice still a little hoarse. "Lie on your side, and I will help you dissolve the congestion."
Qiao opened her mouth to refuse, but looking at his eyes, she swallowed the words that came to her lips and turned sideways obediently, enduring the pain.