Kansas The abandoned farm on the outskirts still smells of blood, and the wind blows hay blades and scrapes against the broken wooden house walls, making a whining sound.
Three corpses of Wendigo were lying on the ground. The charred wounds were rolled on the gray-white skin, and traces of burns by Pure Yang True Fire remained - it was the handiwork of Bai Haorui.
Bai Haorui is standing next to the corpse.
He was wearing a clean black jacket, with very light purple-gold cloud patterns embroidered on the inside of the cuffs. He held the mahogany sword scabbard with his fingertips. His wrist was slightly heavy, and the sword slid into the sheath along the seams between his fingers. The last wisp of purple-gold Pure Yang True Fire on the blade also gathered into the Dantian.
The peaks of his eyebrows are clear and the bridge of his nose is straight. The pale golden Lotus Seal between his eyebrows is usually so shallow that it is almost invisible. Only when True Gang is used, a glimmer of light will shine through. At this moment, he finished his exercise and adjusted his breath, and the aura around his body was as calm as a deep pool of water.
Next to him, Bobby was bending over to stuff salt bombs and silver blades into his backpack. The brim of his old baseball cap was pushed down very low. The stubble on his chin was stained with grass clippings, and the calluses on his hands made a tiny scraping sound against the metal clips.
He had just hung up the informant call, and when he straightened up, his waist was slightly stiff, and he muttered, "There are actually a bunch of these Wendigos. If your True Fires hadn't burned so fast, we would have had to fight them until dawn tonight."
Bai Haorui nodded slightly, and was about to say something and rush to the motel to meet up with Dean and Sam, but the purple-gold True Gang in the pubic area suddenly stagnated, as if it was squeezed hard by an invisible hand.
Immediately afterwards, the pale golden Lotus Seal between the eyebrows became hot without warning, and the temperature spread along the meridians to the heart - he had left a wisp of life-protecting breath on Winchester Brothers's heart earlier, and they were connected with each other. At this moment, the two clusters of warm yellow life candles in Divine Sense, representing the two of them, seemed to be swept by a strong wind and suddenly extinguished, leaving not even a trace of residual warmth left.
His face instantly darkened, the air pressure around him dropped several degrees, and he spoke very quickly, "Bobby, Dean and Sam are in trouble. Hurry to the Route 66 motel where they are staying. Hurry."
Bobby Seeing that he looked wrong and didn't say anything nonsense, he turned around and ran towards the off-road vehicle, opened the door and got in, pressing the accelerator to the floor.
The tires skidded in the mud and left two mud marks, and the car roared and rushed out.
In the passenger seat, Bai Haorui closed his eyes and concentrated, while Divine Sense turned into light golden filaments and swept towards the hotel over and over again.
The fingertips clenched tighter and tighter, the knuckles turned white, and the scene of the life-saving breath became clearer and clearer: the motel room, two gunshots, the muffled sound of the bullet penetrating the chest, and blood spreading across the lines of the carpet.
"It was a gunshot wound, man-made, not a supernatural force." He opened his eyes, his voice as cold as ice, "Both bullets hit the chest, and he died on the spot."
Bobby punched the steering wheel, his knuckles turned red, and cursed, "They must be those crazy people who blame everything on Sam! After Apocalypse opened, many people in the circle went crazy, thinking that if they kill Sam, everything will be fine!"
Bai Haorui said nothing, and the hand hanging by his side curled up slightly.
He knew that in God's script, the brothers could not die at the moment, their souls were only temporarily separated from their bodies, and as long as their bodies were not destroyed, they would come back sooner or later.
But the way these colleagues used cold guns behind their backs and dealt deadly blows to those who fought alongside them completely touched his nerves.
The witcher's knife should be aimed at monsters, not at one's own people.
Twenty minutes before Bai Haorui's eyebrows Lotus Seal started to heat up, in the motel next to Route 66, "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" by Bob·Dylan was playing on the radio. The hoarse singing voice mixed with the thunder outside the window, floating in the small room.
There were empty beer cans piled on the table and a half-eaten box of hamburgers.
Dean sat on the edge of the bed, lowering his head to clean the dagger he carried with him. The blade reflected the warm light of the desk lamp, and his fingertips brushed the notch on the blade.
Sam was sitting at the table by the window, flipping through the scattered clues left by Death Horseman. The notebook was full of scrawled handwriting. He had just finished a phone call with Bai Haorui and had agreed to meet up at Bobby's house tomorrow.
"Haorui said that Wendigo's nest is almost finished, and it is expected to arrive in the middle of the night." Sam closed the notebook and looked up at Dean, "You said those legends about Death Horseman..."
Before he finished speaking, the door was kicked open with a bang, and the hinges made a harsh groan.
Two men rushed in with shotguns. The sound of pulling the bolt was clear and cold. The muzzles of the guns were pointed directly at Dean on the bed and Sam on the table.
The man walking in front was in his forties, with a full beard and a two-inch long scar on his left brow bone. His jacket was worn shiny, and he had a hunting knife and spare magazines on his waist - he was Walter, a well-known extremist in the hunting circle.
Roy who followed him was a few years younger, with a square face, tight lips, slightly tight hand holding the gun, and hesitation hidden in his eyes.
Walter's voice was filled with hatred. "Raise your hands where I can see them!"
Dean raised his hand and turned around slowly. He recognized two acquaintances in the circle and tried to smooth things over. "Walter, Roy, if you have something to say, please talk it over. There is no need to use a gun. We are all hunters."
"Hunter?" Walter stared at Sam, gritting his teeth, "This kid turned on Apocalypse. How many people have been killed? You are still hanging around here, and there are far more hunters targeting you than just the two of us. Today we are here to kill you."
Sam stood half a step forward, frowning and trying to explain, "I can explain - Lucifer's incident was not what I thought, and we are trying to find a way to stop it -"
Walter didn't listen to Sam at all. He took a step forward and hit Sam hard on the face with the butt of his gun.
Sam groaned and was pushed to the cold floor by him, his cheek rubbed against the wool of the carpet, and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth.
Walter turned to Roy, raised his chin, and said without any wavering in his tone, "Shoot."
Roy frowned and waved the gun. "It is natural to kill Sam, but Dean is innocent. He has been stopping Apocalypse."
Walter sneered, stepped on Sam's back, and said in a sinister tone, "If you kill my brother, are you going to wait for Dean to hunt us down for the rest of your life? You need to get rid of the roots. Kill them together."
Dean was pinned to the ground by another hand, with his shoulder against the cold floor. He raised his eyes and stared at the muzzle of Roy's gun. His tone was as hard as a stone, without any fear at all. "Do it, Roy. But I'm warning you, when I come back, I will be very, very angry."
Dean thought to himself: I am not afraid of death, this life has been picked up a long time ago. I am just afraid of leaving Sam here alone. These idiots have no idea how big a hornet's nest they have stirred. Bai Haorui's temperament protects his shortcomings to the core, and will never spare them.
Sam Looking at Dean, guilt surged up and his throat became tight.
It was him who got Dean involved again.
He hasn't apologized properly to Dean, and he hasn't gone with Bai Haorui to the place he said he wanted to go when he was in school. Apocalypse is still hanging over everyone's heads. How could he die in a place like this, at the hands of his own people.
Gunshots rang out one after another, and two muffled blasts penetrated the air. With the dull sound of bullets penetrating flesh and blood, the two men collapsed heavily to the ground, and the blood slowly spread out, staining the carpet beneath them red.
The song on the radio was still floating, mixed with the rolling thunder outside the window, covering up the sound of the last breath. A flash of lightning flashed outside the window, illuminating the lifeless faces of the two people, and also illuminated the backs of Walter and Roy as they turned and left.
The off-road vehicle smashed into the wooden guardrail at the door of the hotel and stopped at the door with a screeching brake.
Bai Haorui pushed open the car door, took a few steps to the door, raised his foot and kicked the door lock directly. The solid wood door was kicked open with a "clang" and fell apart.
The strong smell of blood hit my face, mixed with the smell of beer.
The two brothers fell into a pool of blood between the two beds. Blood was still oozing from the bullet holes in their chests, and their shirts had been soaked in dark brown.
Almost at the same time, a white light exploded in the corner of the room, and Castiel teleported in.
The windbreaker on his body was wrinkled, with some dust on his collar, and his face was as pale as paper. When he saw the people on the ground, his fingertips were trembling slightly, and his voice was hoarse. "I'm late. I sensed that they were on their way over when their souls left their bodies."
Bai Haorui squatted down, put his fingertips on the sides of their necks, and frowned.
The pulse coming from the fingertips is extremely weak, like a candle in the wind, but it has not been completely cut off. "There is still body temperature. The heart pulse has not been completely cut off, but the soul has left the body. As long as the soul can come back, it can be saved."
As he spoke, purple-gold True Gang condensed on his fingertips, a faint shimmer appeared on his fingertips, and he touched the Shanzhong and Juque points on their hearts respectively.
The faint golden light penetrated into the body along the skin and traveled around the meridians. The wound that was still bleeding slowly stopped bleeding. The weak heart pulse was firmly supported by True Gang, preventing it from completely dissipating.
Castiel squatted beside him, the holy power overflowed from his fingertips, covering their foreheads, and said in a deep voice, "Their souls have gone. Heaven. Zachariah is searching for them everywhere.", I want to force Dean to agree to be Michael's container. Heaven's barrier is too thick, I can't go in directly now, I have to find a way to contact them and give them directions."
Bai Haorui stood up, glanced at the traces in the room, and said in a calm tone, "I will reconstruct the incident and determine who did it first."
He walked to the center of the room, pinched out Midnight-Noon Hand Seal with his fingertips, and tapped Steps of Yu under his feet. The movement was not fast but had an inexplicable rhythm. He raised his left hand, and five polished Five Emperor Coins flew out with a pale gold shimmer, landing in the four corners of the room and at the door, forming Origin-Tracing Formation. This formation is relatively expensive to use and can only be used once every three years.
Then he drew out his mahogany sword, and lightly scratched his fingertips with the blade. A drop of pale golden blood seeped out and slid down the blade. He flipped his wrist and quickly drew a Light-Reversal Talisman in the air, and recited the origin-tracing incantation in "Three Altars Body-Refining True Fire Art" in a low voice, with a low voice and a simple rhythm.
As the incantation fell, five Five Emperor Coins lit up at the same time, and a pale golden light film spread from the center of the array, covering the entire room.
Translucent light and shadow gradually appeared in the air, like an old film movie, replaying the scene half an hour ago bit by bit: the door was kicked open, Walter and Roy broke in with guns raised, they argued, the butt of the gun hit Sam's face, and the last two gunshots rang out, and the two brothers fell into a pool of blood. The light and shadow stopped at the moment when the two fell to the ground, and slowly dissipated.
Bobby stared at the two people on the screen, clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said his name: "Walter·Harry Si, Roy ·Cole man is a well-known mad dog in the industry. Since Apocalypse opened, he has been spreading lies everywhere that Sam ruined everything, attracting many extreme hunters."
He turned around and took out his old notebook. The thick book was filled with the contact information and destinations of hunters from all over the country, and he made three calls to familiar informants. Ten minutes later, he hung up the phone, his face ashen. "We found a total of five people. In addition to the two who did it, there are three more who are keeping watch outside. They are now in a hunter safe house at the west end of Will Town."
Bai Haorui stood up and turned the mahogany sword half a circle in his hand. The blade reflected the cold light of the desk lamp. His tone was calm, but with a biting chill. Every word was like ice particles. "No one involved in this matter can survive.
He knows that the two brothers will not really die here, but if these people dare to attack the people he protects, they will have to pay the price in blood."
Castiel looked up at him and said nothing.
He had seen Bai Haorui deal with high-level demons. This man looked gentle and calm, but his actions were more ruthless than anyone else.
The three quickly divided the work: Bobby went to check the list of remaining personnel to confirm whether any fish had slipped through the net; Bai Haorui eliminated the hunters involved in the assassination; Cass stayed in the hotel, debugging the signals on the radio and TV in the room, trying to get through the frequency band of Heaven, and sending messages and directions to the brothers.
Will Town At the hunter's public safe house at the west end, half of the wall collapsed, and it was dark inside. There were only a few flashlight lights dangling, mixed with the sounds of joking and clinking of beer cans.
Bai Haorui didn't go through the main entrance, and climbed up the back wall with a single movement. His movements were as light as a cat, and he didn't even stir up much dust when he landed on the ground.
He climbed in through the back window. The room was filled with old sacks and shotguns, and the smell of dust mixed with beer and tobacco hit his face.
Five people sat around a broken table with a shotgun and a half-case of beer.
Walter was bragging with a wine can when he saw a figure suddenly appearing by the window. He was stunned for a moment, then reacted and suddenly picked up the gun and pointed it at Bai Haorui: "Who?!"
The remaining four people also immediately raised their guns, and all five guns were pointed at Bai Haorui.
But the speed at which they pulled the trigger was far inferior to the speed at which Bai Haorui drew the sword.
Bai Haorui True Gang is running, the purple-gold air flow in the Dantian flows along the meridians to the limbs and bones, stepping on the Tiangang, the body shakes, and an afterimage flashes past.
The mahogany sword came out of its sheath with a swish, and Pure Yang True Fire rose from the blade. The purple-gold flame carried a scorching breath, and even the surrounding air was roasted and distorted.
He flicked his wrist, and a concentrated sword energy swept out, accurately knocking away the shotguns in the hands of the two people in front.
The gun body was so hot from the True Fire that it fell to the ground with a clang and a faint white smoke emitted.
Just as the remaining three were about to pull the trigger, Bai Haorui flicked his left hand, and five Five Emperor Coins flew out with golden talismans, drawing five arcs in the air and landing accurately around several people.
The talisman chain expanded instantly, entwined and intertwined as if alive, forming a closed trap, with golden runes flowing endlessly on the chain. Walter was shocked and angry, and raised his foot to kick the talisman chain. As a result, a flash of lightning flashed on the talisman chain, and he was thrown back hard. Half of his arms were numb, and he could not even move his fingers.
"Are you the Bai Haorui who was rumored to be next to Dean and Sam?" Walter was shocked and angry, shouting at the top of his lungs, "We killed Sam for those who were killed by him! It was he who turned on Apocalypse! Stop meddling!"
Bai Haorui stood outside the formation, his mahogany sword pointing diagonally at the ground, and the True Fire on the sword was beating, which made his eyes look cold. He was too lazy to talk nonsense to them, and his tone was flat but full of ridicule. "Oh, then why don't you ask what the people he rescued said? Shooting coldly at one's own people in the back is worthy of being called a hunter?"
He didn't give them a chance to plead for mercy and defend themselves. He tightened his fingertips and performed the Fire Technique.
Pure Yang True Fire seeped into the formation along the talisman chain, and purple-gold flames climbed up from the feet of the five people. The temperature rose sharply, and even the cement floor under their feet was heated.
Screams exploded in the warehouse, first cursing, then begging for mercy, and finally died down.
There was no thick smoke from the flames, only a faint smell of burning. However, after a while, there were only a few wisps of fly ash left in the flames, which were completely dispersed by the night wind blowing in through the broken window.
Bai Haorui closed his fingertips, and the talisman retracted into Five Emperor Coins and fell back into his palm.
The True Fire on the peach wood sword slowly went out and returned to the scabbard. He turned around and walked out of the warehouse. There was no blood on his body. Even his clothes were neatly trimmed. Only the night wind blew the ends of his hair.