He is Horseman Famine. He looks like he crawled out of a grave, even his breathing carries the smell of decay.
The moment he was pushed into the restaurant, everyone in the store went crazy: some people started stuffing food into their mouths with their plates in their hands, choking until they rolled their eyes; some people snatched other people's wallets and beat their heads to pieces; some people were mingling in public, with cloudy and fanatical eyes; some people took out drugs and snorted hard into their noses, and couldn't stop twitching; the cashier stuffed all the money from the cashier into his bag.
Desire filled the entire restaurant, and Famine took a breath of satisfaction, as if enjoying a feast.
The demon who had escaped before ran in in a panic, lowering his head and not daring to look at him. "Sir...Winchester's youngest son is in the hospital. We had a fight. I got his hotel key."
Famine said nothing, tapping the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper. "Where is the soul of the one who loves to eat cream cakes?"
The devil was so frightened that he trembled all over. "I'm sorry, sir... The briefcase was snatched away by Winchester. He has a dagger... I, I'll find another one and I'll be back in ten minutes!"
"I'm hungry." Famine raised his eyes and looked at him, his tone was calm but with a biting chill, "I need it now."
He raised his skinny hand, and the demon screamed, and the black soul was pulled out of the body, floating into Famine's mouth like a wisp of black smoke.
"Delicious." Famine licked his lips, closed his eyes and savored it slowly.
In the shadow outside the restaurant, Bai Haorui frowned slightly. He used Divine Sense to scan the restaurant in advance and happened to see this scene.
The power of Famine was stronger than he expected. The hunger that penetrated into the bone marrow could seep into people's hearts from across the street, and even his True Gang trembled slightly.
He suppressed the surging energy and blood, turned around and walked in the direction of the car - Dean and Cass were ready.
Dean parked the car at the back door of the restaurant and turned to look at Cass: "Restate the plan again."
"What's the plan?" Cass still had a burger stuffed in his mouth.
"Take a dagger, teleport in, cut off Famine's ring-wearing hand, and then teleport back." Dean said patiently, already feeling that this plan was a bit unsettled.
"Sounds foolproof." Cass nodded and disappeared with a swish of a dagger.
Dean Counted for ten seconds, but there was no movement. Counted for another twenty seconds, and still no one came back.
"What are you doing? It's been too long." He cursed, opened the door and slipped into the restaurant quietly.
The restaurant was in a mess, with many corpses lying on the floor and flies buzzing around.
Dean walked inside and saw Cass kneeling on the ground, holding a large plate of raw meat and chewing until his face was covered in blood. The dagger had long been thrown aside.
"Cass!" Dean was angry and anxious. Just as he was about to pass, several demons rushed out from the darkness and held him down.
He was dragged in front of Famine and held down tightly.
Famine was sitting in a wheelchair, looking up at him, with a hoarse and slow voice. "United States is so good. You are always eating and always want more. But you are still hungry, because hunger is not only for the body, but also for the soul."
Dean sneered and struggled to raise his head, "Really? But why am I not hungry?"
"Yeah, I'm curious too." Famine moved forward and pressed his dry hand on Dean's chest. A chill instantly spread throughout Dean's whole body, "You can actually stand in front of me unscathed. Why?"
"Maybe it's because I'm determined." Dean gritted his teeth and held on.
"I don't think so." Famine took back his hand, his eyes were cold and insightful, "There is a bottomless nothingness in your heart, Dean. Nothing can fill it, not food, wine, or women."
"You fart." Dean.
"You can make jokes, you can lie to your brother, you can lie to yourself, but you can't fool me." Famine's voice pierced his heart like a knife, "I can see through you, Dean. I know how broken and frustrated you are. You know you can't win, but you still keep fighting, going through the process like a puppet on strings. You are not hungry because your heart... is already dead."
Dean opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. He was shivering all over, as if he had been stripped naked and stood in front of the other party, all the disguises had been torn to pieces.
He kept lying to himself that he was fine, and that he could survive, but it turned out that in the eyes of others, he was already rotten.
Just when Dean was frozen and unable to move, the restaurant door was pushed open with a "clang".
Bai Haorui stood at the door, his black combat uniform stained with dust, the mahogany sword held diagonally in his hand, the purple-gold Pure Yang True Fire beating slowly on the blade. His back was straight, the light gold Lotus Seal between his eyebrows was looming, and the True Gang around him was solid, blocking out the hunger that hit his face.
"Let him go." His voice was low, but his words were clear, overpowering the chaotic noise in the restaurant.
Famine turned his head, with no expression on his thin face, and just glanced at him lightly. "Are you Bai Haorui? That's interesting. I thought only people from the Winchester family would come to die."
Bai Haorui No nonsense, Seven Stars Gang Steps stepped on his feet and jumped out instantly.
This Seven Stars Gang Steps is the authentic footwork of Daoism. The feet are in the Big Dipper direction, and the steps are Dubhe, Merak, Phecda, and Megrez, Alioth, Mizar, Alkaid seven star points, one hexagram step by step, changing shape step by step. It can not only use star power to increase its own speed and strength, but also dodge enemy attacks. The virtual and the real are intertwined and unpredictable.
I saw the wind blowing under his feet, and his figure pulled out several afterimages in the dim restaurant, but he rushed to Famine in the blink of an eye. The mahogany sword shook, and Pure Yang True Fire spread along the blade and pierced Famine's heart.
Famine sat in the wheelchair and did not move. He just raised his withered hand and waved it gently.
A gray-black mist rushed towards me, and the mist was wrapped with endless desire, drilling into Bai Haorui's Divine Sense like a needle.
Bai Haorui felt a "buzz" in his head, and the scene in front of him changed instantly.
--He stood in front of a familiar door, with green tiles, white walls, and green pines and cypresses. It was the hometown he had left for many years.
Grandpa stood on the stone steps and smiled and waved to him. The brothers gathered around him, patting him on the shoulder and saying that he was finally back.
The True Gang in the Dantian is constantly surging, Late Stage of Refining Qi into Gang, Refining Spirit and Returning to Emptiness, Refining Emptiness and Merging with the Dao... The realm is advancing rapidly, and there is no need to endure it slowly, and there is no need to worry about not being able to protect the people around you.
He could even smell the incense burning in the temple and feel the familiar lines on the stone steps. It was the thought of returning home that was engraved in his bones, so hot that it almost burned through his sanity.
The scene changed again, and he was standing in the yard of Bobby's house. The sunlight was just right and fell warmly on him.
Dean was sitting on Impala, smiling and drinking beer, holding a burger in the other hand. There were no more frowns and heavy worries.
Sam sat on the steps holding a book, his eyebrows relaxed.
Qiao and Ellen walked in carrying a picnic basket and called everyone to eat with a smile; Bobby was grilling meat nearby with a cigar in his mouth and the sound of sizzling oil.
With another turn, the sky and earth were filled with a vast golden light, and God shattered into powder before his eyes.
All fate, all arrangements, and all written scripts disappear. Everyone's path is chosen by themselves. There are no more chess pieces, no more destined endings, and no one can manipulate other people's lives at will.
His own way and Winchester Brothers's fate are all decided by himself.
To break fate and go against heaven, this is the obsession that has been engraved deep in his Daoist heart since his practice. It is hot and raging.
These pictures were so real, so real that he could smell the rosin in the yard at home, touch the cold car door of Impala, and feel the relief of breaking his destiny. These were the three deepest desires hidden in his heart - to return home, protect friends, and break the situation, each of which was so hot that it burned away his sanity.
His steps slowed down, and the hand holding the sword relaxed slightly. True Gang became restless in his meridians, and he just wanted to follow this desire, plunge into this false perfection, and never come out again.
Famine was sitting in a wheelchair, with an indifferent smile on his lips.
No matter how determined a person is, he cannot escape his own desires.
At this moment, Bai Haorui suddenly closed his eyes.
His consciousness was rising and falling in the torrent of desire, with roaring sounds of longing in his ears, but deep in his heart, images slowly emerged: the severe pain of his meridians being severed during the deadly battle with Lucifer, the burning pain of his dantian shattering when Michael took a hard palm, the exhaustion under Dean's back every time, and the struggle in Sam's eyes every time.
--No matter how good these desires are, they are all given to him by others. It is Famine that amplifies his desires and creates a bubble.
--You have to practice your cultivation step by step, and you have to overcome the tribulations one by one, that is your own way; you have to smash the script with punches, and you have to walk the road step by step, that is called changing your fate against the will of heaven; you have to walk the way home step by step, and the ending of Winchester Brothers needs them to spell it out together.
Even if the desire to be amplified by external forces is realized, it is not the path he wants.
"I'll take the high road, your heretical tricks are of no use."
Bai Haorui gave a low drink, and the center of his eyebrows Lotus Seal suddenly lit up with a dazzling golden light.
The pure Power of Faith spread along the meridians and merged with the Three Altars Pure Yang True Fire in the Dantian, exploding in his body like a small sun. True Fire circulated along the meridians, and wherever it passed, all the gray-black mist of desire was burned away.
The illusion in front of him instantly shattered into countless light spots, like dust blown away by the strong wind.
He opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes were as clear as cold stars, and there was no trace of confusion left. The True Fire on the peach wood sword soared three feet. He took a step forward, the sword was as heavy and fierce as Mount Tai, and with the power of burning out all evil spirits, he struck at Famine again.
Seeing Bai Haorui break through the illusion, Famine finally showed a hint of surprise on his face.
He snorted coldly, tapped his skinny fingers on the armrest of the wheelchair, and several gray-black soul spikes appeared out of thin air, shooting at Bai Haorui with a shrill scream.
Bai Haorui kept walking, quickly formed the seal of "Lin" with his left hand, and shouted Nine-Syllable Mantra in his mouth, "Those who are fighting against the enemy should march forward in formation!"
The pale golden True Gang shield instantly opened, like a translucent golden bell, with True Fire flowing on top of the shield, which is the body protection method of "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art".
The soul spikes hit the shield, making a muffled sound, and were all bounced away, hitting the wall and making small craters without leaving even a trace.
Immediately afterwards, he flicked his left hand, and five Five Emperor Coinss, ink fountain lines, seals, and cinnabar pens flew out with golden light. They fell in eight directions according to Gankangenzhenxunlikundui, and Eight Trigrams Soul-Suppressing Formations were laid out around Famine.
"Qian Yuan Henry Zhen, Kan Li Zhen redeems points. Qian Kun determines Yin and Yang, Soul Subduing locks away all evil!"
Golden talismans floated from the ground and criss-crossed, like a dense network, trapping Famine in the center of the array.
The imperial yang energy on Five Emperor Coins, the evil-proofing power of the ink line, the evil-suppressing power of the seal, and the pure yang of the cinnabar pen are all integrated into one, constantly burning the death energy of Famine, and the sizzling sound is endless.
"You have some ability." Famine's voice was cold, and the gray-black death energy around him suddenly surged, "But don't even think about trapping me."
His hands shook, and the endless hunger rushed towards Bai Haorui along the formation. This time it was no longer an illusion, but a hunger that directly gnawed at the soul - as if the internal organs were empty, the True Gang in the meridians were being sucked away, and even the soul was screaming "want, want", wanting to swallow everything that could fill the emptiness.
Bai Haorui groaned, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth. He gritted his teeth, and the Three Altars Pure Yang True Fire in his Dantian was operating at full strength. Purple-gold flames were running through the meridians, and the upper, middle, and lower Three Altars True Fire were activated at the same time, burning away the dead energy that invaded the body bit by bit. At the same time, he stepped Gang Steps firmly to stabilize the formation and not let the formation loosen in the slightest.
"Three Altars Body Refinement, True Fire burn evil!"
He shouted low, pointed the mahogany sword directly at the center of the formation, and a golden Fire Dragon Sword Qi that was ten feet long came out of the sword. The fire dragon was wrapped around Three Altars True Fire, and roared towards Famine with scorching air waves.
Famine raised his hand and released a barrier of death energy. The fire dragon hit the barrier and made a deafening noise.
The entire restaurant shook, all the glass tableware was shattered, and the bodies on the ground were blown away and shattered by the air waves.
The fire dragon consumed the dead energy barrier bit by bit, and Famine's wheelchair slid half a meter away on the ground, with his skinny fingers trembling slightly.
But Bai Haorui also feels uncomfortable.
The gnawing desire kept consuming his mind, and True Gang had already consumed 50% of it.
In the hotel bathroom, Sam was covered in sweat and his clothes were soaked. He was holding on to the handcuffs so hard that his wrists were bleeding.
The desire for demon blood was gnawing at his Bones like a bug. His mind was filled with the smell of blood, and his sanity was collapsing bit by bit.
He heard movement outside and the sound of a wardrobe being moved.
"Is it you?" he shouted in a hoarse voice, "It seems... it seems useless, I'm still so hungry..."
The bathroom door was pushed open, and two demons walked in, one male and one female, with malicious smiles on their faces.
"Winchester." The female devil licked her lips, "The superiors said they would keep you alive, but... it shouldn't matter if I break a few of your Boness."
The male demon reached out to open the handcuffs, and as soon as he took off one, Sam punched him in the face, sending him flying and hitting the bathtub.
Just as the female demon was about to take action, Sam picked up the glass shards on the sink and plunged it into her neck.
Warm blood spurted out and splashed on Sam's face. He stared at the bloody mouth, his pupils shrank, and he could no longer suppress his desire. He lowered his head and took a big drink.
The female devil struggled for a few times and then stopped moving.
The male demon rushed from behind. Sam didn't even look back. He raised his hand and swung the demon against the wall with an invisible force. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes were fierce, and his voice was hoarse like a beast. "What's the rush? Wait in line."
Sam stood at the door, his face still stained with blood, his eyes as fierce as a wild beast.
He followed the breath all the way and rushed over, the demon blood power surging all over his body, and his aura was terrifying.
"Kill him." He stared at Famine, his voice was low and hoarse.
"Sam! Don't come here!" Dean shouted anxiously. He knew something was wrong when he saw Sam's appearance, and he felt panicked and scared.
The demons were about to rush forward, but Famine raised his hand to stop them, and looked at Sam with a smile, "Don't move, don't touch this cute little boy. It seems that you are very happy to eat the snacks I gave you."
Sam was stunned for a moment. "Were you sent there?".
"Don't worry, you are different from others." Famine said slowly, "No matter how much blood you drink, you will not die. You are a special case. Satan wants you to become like this." He raised his chin and motioned to the demon next to him, "Here, slit their throats and drink enough. You're welcome."
The expressions of several demons changed and they looked at Sam uneasily.
Sam clenched his fists, the desire in his throat was still clamoring, but looking at Dean's anxious eyes, he suppressed the desire forcibly.
He raised his hand, facing the group of demons with his palm, and recited the exorcism spell.
The black smoke was forcibly pulled out of the demon's body, and screams were heard. Dean took the opportunity to break free and picked up the dagger on the ground.
"Okay... If you don't want it, then I'll enjoy it myself." Famine opened his mouth and sucked all the devil's black smoke into his mouth. He sighed with satisfaction and looked at Sam, "I am Four Horsemen, and your abilities are of no use to me."
Sam said nothing, with a sneer on his lips.
"You're right, it's useless to you." He stared at Famine's belly with a stern look in his eyes, "But it's useful to them."
He exerted force with both hands, the veins on his forehead popped out, and the nosebleeds flowed down the corners of his mouth. He didn't care. Famine's face changed instantly, and he clutched his stomach and screamed. The demon souls that he had just swallowed were forcefully pulled out of his body by Sam, and black smoke exploded in all directions.
Taking advantage of the moment when Famine was distracted by pain, Bai Haorui moved.
He stepped on Steps of Yu, and his figure was so fast that only an afterimage remained. The Pure Yang True Fire on the mahogany sword was condensed to the extreme, as thin as a hair but extremely sharp.
He walked around to the side of Famine, and the blade of the sword accurately cut towards the finger of Famine that was wearing the ring.
Famine wanted to hide, but the soul in his body was being pulled by Sam, and his movements were half a beat slow.
"Pfft--"
The withered fingers fell in response, and the black ring rolled to the ground.
Famine let out a shrill roar, and the death energy around him instantly dissipated, deflating like a punctured balloon.
He was paralyzed in the wheelchair and had no strength to even raise his hands.
Dean immediately rushed over, picked up the ring, and held it tightly in his hand.
The scattered aura of death slowly dissipated, and the crazy people in the restaurant gradually stopped and looked around blankly, as if they had just woken up from a nightmare.
Bai Haorui held the mahogany sword and panted slightly. The True Fire in his meridians was still running slowly, calming the surging Qi and blood.
Sam also staggered and almost fell over. Dean hurried over to help him. Seeing the blood on his brother's face, Dean felt so painful and blocked that he couldn't say a word.
Late at night, outside the basement door of Bobby's house.
The thick iron door separated the two worlds inside and outside. Sam's roars and pleas came from the basement. The voices were hoarse and painful, and they hit people's hearts.
He locked himself in there to recuperate from drugs. When his blood addiction broke out, it was like thousands of ants eating his heart. He smashed the iron door, shouted the names of Dean and Bai Haorui, begging them to let him out, and begging them to give him some blood.
Dean was leaning against the wall, holding a whiskey bottle in his hand, drinking sip after sip.
Every time he heard Sam shouting, his heart felt like being pricked by a needle, but he couldn't open the door. He could only stand here, listening to his brother suffering inside, unable to do anything.
Bai Haorui was sitting on the steps next to him, closing his eyes and regulating his breath. The Three Altars True Fire in his body was slowly repairing the damaged meridians. Hearing the movement inside, he opened his eyes and glanced at Dean.
"He will get through it." Bai Haorui's voice was still a little hoarse, but he was very sure, "Sam's temperament is tougher than you think. If he can survive it once, he can survive the second time."
Dean twitched the corner of his mouth, said nothing, and took another sip of wine.
"He will be fine, just wait until the blood poison is removed." Cass stood beside him, his tone was a bit awkward and comforting.
Dean didn't answer, shook the bottle, turned around and walked out.
"I'm going out to get some air."
Bobby came over with coffee, looked at Dean's back, and sighed, "This kid has too many things on his mind. He listened to what the old guy Famine said."
Bai Haorui stood up and looked at the back of Dean in the yard, but did not follow him. He knew that there would be some obstacles that he would have to overcome on his own.
He just raised his hand, and a faint Clear Heart Talisman condensed on his fingertips. The talisman was wrapped with tiny Three Altars True Fire. With a flick, the talisman turned into golden light and floated around Dean, quietly calming his surging emotions.
He couldn't do more than add a tiny bit of warmth to the bitingly cold night.
The wind hurt my face, and the night sky was so dark that I couldn't even see the stars.
Dean raised his head and leaned against Impala's car door, finally unable to hold back his tears.
He thought of what Famine said, and felt desolate in his heart. Apocalypse, demons, angels, everyone regarded them as pawns. He tried his best to protect his younger brother, but Sam was dragged back to Hell again and again. Cupid said that the meeting between his parents was arranged, and Famine said that he was already dead inside.
It seemed like no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape.
He was really tired and couldn't hold on any longer.
"Please..." He faced the sky, his voice hoarse and trembling, "I can't hold it anymore... help me..."
The night sky was silent and there was no response.
Only the screams from the basement were still coming in waves, as if they would never stop.
In the shadow not far away, Bai Haorui stood under the sycamore tree, looking at his back quietly without stepping forward. He knew that people like Dean would not want others to see their fragile appearance.
He just stood there until Dean wiped his face, turned around and walked back into the house, then slowly looked back.